I'm feeling really off this week so, warning, bitterness ahead. These are my pet peeves…
Throwback Thursday. Oh, I'm sorry. I meant #tbt. I don't particularly like seeing grainy old pictures all over Facebook and Twitter every Thursday. I've actually started avoiding a lot of social media on this day of the week. I was going to add in a #tbt picture of me, but I couldn't figure out how to work Scott's scanner. That's a true story.
So here's one that's already on my computer…
July 2012, one of the 2 times in my adult life that I've gone camping.
#tbt #throwbackthursday #memories
When companies send me emails asking me to put their content together into a blog post. I'm totally not interested. I will not create a collage based on your images and schill it to my readers (is it even anything to buy? usually not) if I or my readers get nothing in return. Good Lord, throw in a giveaway or something. And then I see the same posts on all these other blogs? No thanks. Please, at least make it somewhat relevant to the things I already talk about on this blog.
When people say all the "sugar" goes straight to their head and makes them sick. I'm sorry you ate too much sugar. Get over it. And it's usually not a real definition of "too much". Too much for me is usually a medium concrete mixer from Culver's and I think that's just the fact that it's a copious amount of ice cream, not necessarily the sugar. I used to eat giant boxes of Nerds in one sitting and want more. Two cookies or a handful of M&Ms cannot, by any dictionary, be defined as too much. I truly hate when people use too much sugar (or chocolate) as an excuse for not feeling well. I mean, man up already.
Disposing of dead mice. I can't lie. I have no pity for these so-called "God's creatures" and I'm not particularly fond of animals in general (save for a spaniel or two). I don't care that the dozens of traps I've set (okay, Scott has set) are killing them. In fact, when one wasn't quite dead the other day, Scott said, "Well, what am I supposed to do, KRISTIN?" and I said, "Just shoot it with something!" from where I was hiding in the corner. I think he bashed its head in. But like I said, I don't care. If I could walk around with a small mouse-gun of some sort and get them that way, I would. I just cannot stand seeing them in the traps. I gag. I scream. It's really awful. Yesterday, I had to get rid of one while Scott was at work and it was very traumatic. It involved gloves, plastic bags, and an old pair of tongs. The old-fashioned traps work the best so that's what we've been using. I'm also terrified of one snapping on me.
When people use Comic Sans for anything. Ever. Going through the filing cabinets in my classroom, I can see that the teacher who occupied it last used Comic Sans as her choice of font. I just can't. I know that you sympathize with this.
Let's end with that.
When people say all the "sugar" goes straight to their head and makes them sick. I'm sorry you ate too much sugar. Get over it. And it's usually not a real definition of "too much". Too much for me is usually a medium concrete mixer from Culver's and I think that's just the fact that it's a copious amount of ice cream, not necessarily the sugar. I used to eat giant boxes of Nerds in one sitting and want more. Two cookies or a handful of M&Ms cannot, by any dictionary, be defined as too much. I truly hate when people use too much sugar (or chocolate) as an excuse for not feeling well. I mean, man up already.
Disposing of dead mice. I can't lie. I have no pity for these so-called "God's creatures" and I'm not particularly fond of animals in general (save for a spaniel or two). I don't care that the dozens of traps I've set (okay, Scott has set) are killing them. In fact, when one wasn't quite dead the other day, Scott said, "Well, what am I supposed to do, KRISTIN?" and I said, "Just shoot it with something!" from where I was hiding in the corner. I think he bashed its head in. But like I said, I don't care. If I could walk around with a small mouse-gun of some sort and get them that way, I would. I just cannot stand seeing them in the traps. I gag. I scream. It's really awful. Yesterday, I had to get rid of one while Scott was at work and it was very traumatic. It involved gloves, plastic bags, and an old pair of tongs. The old-fashioned traps work the best so that's what we've been using. I'm also terrified of one snapping on me.
When people use Comic Sans for anything. Ever. Going through the filing cabinets in my classroom, I can see that the teacher who occupied it last used Comic Sans as her choice of font. I just can't. I know that you sympathize with this.
Let's end with that.
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