Pushing Buttons

There's a few things in this life of mine that really really bother me. Piss me right off if I'm going to be honest with you.

Not that my life isn't good. It is. I'm healthy. I'm happy. Well, happy unless you happen to be doing one of the few things that totally make me go to ten and want to flip out all over your head and face and stuff.

Take for example, sipping from my grape glass. I cannot stand it when someone does that. Or asks to do that... "Here, let me taste it. Just a sip"... Hello??? Get your own glass and sip from it!! This is my grape glass, not yours. I don't care who you are... I don't want you sipping from my grape glass. Oh, and the same can apply to my water, my milk, my beer... get your own!! I see no need in you having some of mine when there's plenty there, go get your own!! Selfish? Who cares, I can't stand this.

And doors. Whether they be the pantry, cupboards, closets, fridge or oven... close the frickin things! They don't need to be left open, they really don't. Especially part way... that drives me right bonkers. I can see if you have your hands full and can't quite maneuver yourself to close it at that precise moment in time. But go back and finish the job. Close the door!!! You opened it so you have the concept down. You understand how it works. It opens. It closes.

I've also had a long standing battle with the toilet seat. Living in a house with three males, I'm sure you can all appreciate and understand this. But really? Why is it so hard to put the damn thing back down when you're finished? You more than likely had to bend over to put it up. All you have to do now is lean forward to flip it to go back down. No bending. Not nearly as much effort as putting it up.... why can this not happen? And all my slamming, and I mean slamming!!! of the seat back to it's original position... yeah, its not working. I know that I should get over it, but why? I've gotten over a lot of things, I don't think I want to let this one slide.

And please, for your own safety, do not stir my pot! If I'm in the kitchen making food to keep you alive and give you energy, keep your hands off my pot!! There's nothing worse than having someone come in and lift the lid and decide the contents need to be stirred!! For the most part, I'm nice about it. "get the f*#k away from my pot!!" is usually what you'll hear. But if you don't listen the first time, I have been known to grab the big spatula and chase you out! There are no second chances! Leave my pots alone dammit!!

I have, however, managed to get over some stuff that use to really piss me off. It's not like I'm high maintenance and prone to temper tantrums if I don't get what I want. I am, after all, an adult and know that some battles are not worth fighting. For example, I no longer fret over the toilet paper roll not being put on the holder. That's what we have a counter for, right? And the lower part of the windows do not need to be clean all the time. I'm a taller kind of girl and never really use that part to look out of anyway. Besides, I'm not fond of cleaning up the dog smudges that are there. I call it smudges, but I'm fairly sure its dog snot. Gross I know. Try cleaning it everyday.. you'd get over it pretty quick too! Oh, and snow on the stairs? I'm past that too. I no longer feel the entrance to my home needs to be clean and clear of snow. As long as you can hold the handrail I see no need to fear that you'll slip. That's why SG put the handrail up. So we didn't need to clear off the snow.

I'm going to stop now. Only because I fear you'll think I'm somewhat neurotic. Or, more neurotic than you already think I am.

Besides, I'm beginning to feel somewhat anxious about the state of the lower portion of my windows. Best to not talk about it.

Ciao!!