I just read over my list of grievances and realized that it was rather a lame list. There are FAR more things that bug me. I must have been in a relatively good mood when I wrote that. So here goes round 2!!
Fleece your friends parties. Now, I have some very good friends that have Pampered Chef, Mary Kay and various jewelry parties from time to time. I don't mind going to them once in a while, but the hostess always says, "Don't feel obligated to buy anything! Just come!" Uh huh. I don't mind Pampered Chef, but don't invite me to anything else. I don't use Mary Kay and I make most of my own jewelry, K?
My nails. I have paper thin nails. Even when I was pregnant and on pre-natal vitamins! (I have LOTS more gripes about my body, but I'll spare you that entire list. Although I do have to complain about my eyes. I can't see ANYTHING anymore. Should I hope for cataracts so I can have a new lens implanted in my eyeballs?)
Crocs. This has to be THE WORST style of shoe ever invented. I don't care how comfortable they are. I don't care that kids can put cute little things in the holes on the top. Friends don't let friends wear crocs. Ever.
While we're on the subject of style (if that term even applies to crocs), clothes styles out there right now SUCK for people like me. I don't give into every fad that comes around, because I like to think I have a clue as to what looks good on me and what doesn't. Granted, my shopping scope has been very limited since Christmas, but for months prior - nothing. If anyone is listening? I need V-neck tops, people!
Bloomington/Normal, or Blo-No as my kids call it. This is a great place to raise a family. The schools are good and for the most part, it's pretty clean cut. But. Try to find a job anywhere else other than State Farm. And it's winter. ANYWHERE in the midwest is going to make me nuts at this point. A friend recently described this place as "vanilla." I want Cherry Garcia.
People that drive (and/or park) huge SUVs and don't know how to. I drive a Miata in the summer. I have a right to be on the road like they do. But they do not act like it. Look down from your gas guzzling vehicle and notice there are other beings on the road - and DON'T DRIVE OVER ME!!
Walmart. Nuf said.
My refrigerator. It's a side-by-side. Never, ever again. The next one we get will have the fridge on top and the freezer on the bottom. That's all I have to say about that.
While we're on the subject - my kitchen. It sucks. We have plans to re-do it, but they have been put on hold for various reasons. Meanwhile, the lighting, the cabinets, the counter space - ugh.
I'm sure there are many more grievances I could post, but I'm thinking enough is enough. My next post should be the things I love. I'll work on that. Really.