Things that BUG. And some that don't.

It's that time again...pet peeves. Here goes:

- The thinking that one must put an apostrophe on anything that ends in the letter 's.' People, just because it's plural doesn't mean it's possessive. I know that not everyone is as grammar/spelling crazy as yours truly, but learn how to pluralize correctly. You're making it too hard.

- A wireless router that has to be cajoled into working. Unplug. Wait 30 seconds. Plug. Cross fingers that it's going to connect me to the Internet this time. Please? PLEASE?! AGH! No dice.

- The predictive text on my phone sometimes. No, I didn't mean 'fondle.' F-O-N-D-U-E. I get even more flustered at myself for not noticing these things before I hit send. It really changes the meaning of my messages sometimes, making them a lot racier than I'd hoped...

- When someone opens up the jug of milk/bottle of soda/carton of juice, pours themselves about two swallows of liquid, and then replaces the cap on said vessel. He or she then proceeds to drink said amount and repeat the process a couple times throughout a meal. My mom knows this bothers me (as I voiced my frustration the last time I was eating dinner at her house and she was engaging in this enraging activity), and now she makes a concerted effort to do it on purpose and draw my attention to it.

- A restaurant that won't honor its gift certificate according to the terms they set on it. If I had known that, I obviously wouldn't have wasted my dinero on buying the dang thing in the first place.

- Working in an ages old building that floods every few months because of some sort of problem with the HVAC or plumbing system. And then worrying every time you go into the bathroom whether or not some burly maintenance man will walk in (or drop down from the pipes/works in the ceiling!) while you're on the toilet. Also when the men's bathroom is out of commission (so they're using the women's...not a big deal) and some of them forget to put the toilet seat down. I've never really lived with a man before, so I'm not used to it. I just don't like touching the seat with my hands...yes, I have OCD.

I fully admit that these are my weird, idiosyncratic triggers for frustration. But come on, some of these bug you, too, right?

The following things, however, could happen at a greater frequency and make me smile every time:

- A random woman at work (the one I've never met...) who told me she loved my hair. Props should really go to my dazzling stylist, Raylene. I've been with her for two years now, and she's never led my hair astray.

- My nephew digging into his first birthday cake. I've never seen a kid go at it this much. It was like he was afraid we would take it away and he would never again see the chocolatey goodness of baked goods.



- Finding gems like this while browsing through family photos. Oh so many awkward memories of me as a child/teenager/adult...and it just makes me happy for all of those experiences that have made me a pretty cool person today. Or at least one who has a little better fashion sense than to wear those shorteralls (*shudders*).


In case you're wondering, that big unfinished building is the Bountiful Temple.

- Deals like $10 for a $20 gift certificate to Barnes and Noble. Go buy it. I don't think you'll be sorry. Groupon, let's stay friends like this forever, ok?

There. Much better. I'm not so bugged anymore. :)