Here are the things I am sick of:

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:People that talk about yoga or wear expensive yoga clothing.

The proliferation of highly neurotic, impossibly small or large purebred dogs.

Gum-snapping, blue tooth wearing mail carriers who insist on handing me huge piles of catalog mail as I am standing on the sidewalk about to enter the walkway to my house.

The utterance of the phrase: "you go girl" by any person of any sex. Please stop. Just please stop.

That's all for now. Thank you for playing along at home.

I'm sick of yemtas like you with way to much time on your hands to even worry about this crap.

It's a 'yenta', not 'yemta'. Brush up on your Yiddish.

[Anonymous]

~choking with laughter now~

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Due to vanity sizing, I never know now whether I am a Size 0, 2, 4, 6, or 8.
Hearing that Marilyn Monroe was supposedly a Size 12.

Hearing that Ginger Rogers "danced backward and in high heels." No, she danced the steps that constitute the woman's part of the dance. This does not mean she danced backward. Someone who claims she danced backward is an ignoramus about dance. And she danced in dancing shoes. Dancing in flats would have been extremely uncomfortable.

Not buying this.

Would love to know how a size 8 in ANY brand could fit in a 0 in another. Examples, please!

[Anonymous]

Proud to be a yenta.

[Anonymous]

*People who take the handicapped stall when others are clean and available and then give you nasty looks when they walk out like you should use a different one not considering someone with a stroller or wheelchair or multiple kids may need it.

People who believe that having a stroller or multiple children entitles them to use the handicapped stall. You're not handicapped. If it's the handicapped stall, you have no business being in there, whether or not you have your brood with you.

On a related note, I'm sick of hypocrisy. And self-centered people.

[Anonymous]

I'm sick of Jeff Steele's blog posts.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:People that talk about yoga or wear expensive yoga clothing.

The proliferation of highly neurotic, impossibly small or large purebred dogs.

Gum-snapping, blue tooth wearing mail carriers who insist on handing me huge piles of catalog mail as I am standing on the sidewalk about to enter the walkway to my house.

The utterance of the phrase: "you go girl" by any person of any sex. Please stop. Just please stop.

That's all for now. Thank you for playing along at home.

I'm sick of yemtas like you with way to much time on your hands to even worry about this crap.

It's a 'yenta', not 'yemta'. Brush up on your Yiddish.

It was a typo that was later corrected.
I'm sick of people not reading all of the posts! Bam.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Due to vanity sizing, I never know now whether I am a Size 0, 2, 4, 6, or 8.
Hearing that Marilyn Monroe was supposedly a Size 12.

Hearing that Ginger Rogers "danced backward and in high heels." No, she danced the steps that constitute the woman's part of the dance. This does not mean she danced backward. Someone who claims she danced backward is an ignoramus about dance. And she danced in dancing shoes. Dancing in flats would have been extremely uncomfortable.

Not buying this.

Would love to know how a size 8 in ANY brand could fit in a 0 in another. Examples, please!

Not the PP you're quoting, but I have clothes is size XS all the way to XL in my closet that fit. All depends on the cut and fabric. There is no way in hell I should fit into an XS or a small....but for some reason in a couple of things I do.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

*People who take the handicapped stall when others are clean and available and then give you nasty looks when they walk out like you should use a different one not considering someone with a stroller or wheelchair or multiple kids may need it.

People who believe that having a stroller or multiple children entitles them to use the handicapped stall. You're not handicapped. If it's the handicapped stall, you have no business being in there, whether or not you have your brood with you.

On a related note, I'm sick of hypocrisy. And self-centered people.

The handicapped stalls aren't built to sit there unused until a handicapped person comes in. Other people can use them. Of course if you go into the bathroom at the same time as a handicapped person, you should probably let them use the handicapped stall.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

*People who take the handicapped stall when others are clean and available and then give you nasty looks when they walk out like you should use a different one not considering someone with a stroller or wheelchair or multiple kids may need it.

People who believe that having a stroller or multiple children entitles them to use the handicapped stall. You're not handicapped. If it's the handicapped stall, you have no business being in there, whether or not you have your brood with you.

On a related note, I'm sick of hypocrisy. And self-centered people.

The handicapped are entitled, but when I am alone, there is absolutely no reason for me to use a larger stall. With a child, its near impossible to use a single stall with a small umbrella stroller (a few you can with a very very tight fit as I've done it out of desperation), but its not like you can safely leave your child outside the stall, so what other option is there? (I have had people be nice and offer to watch, once when the handicapped was out of order, and I appreciated it when I really had to go but no way was I taking them up on the offer). Its nice when places make family stalls/bathrooms but that's not always an option.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

*People who take the handicapped stall when others are clean and available and then give you nasty looks when they walk out like you should use a different one not considering someone with a stroller or wheelchair or multiple kids may need it.

People who believe that having a stroller or multiple children entitles them to use the handicapped stall. You're not handicapped. If it's the handicapped stall, you have no business being in there, whether or not you have your brood with you.
On a related note, I'm sick of hypocrisy. And self-centered people.

You obviously don't have children. How do you propose I avoid peeing on myself when I have a stroller and a two year old with me? I would never go in ahead of a disabled person and I make sure to be as quick as possible. Should I just leave them outside of the bathroom or leave them in the car?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:
The handicapped are entitled, but when I am alone, there is absolutely no reason for me to use a larger stall. With a child, its near impossible to use a single stall with a small umbrella stroller (a few you can with a very very tight fit as I've done it out of desperation), but its not like you can safely leave your child outside the stall, so what other option is there? (I have had people be nice and offer to watch, once when the handicapped was out of order, and I appreciated it when I really had to go but no way was I taking them up on the offer). Its nice when places make family stalls/bathrooms but that's not always an option.

The point is that if you want to use the handicapped stall with your stroller, wait until it is free even if that means that you let people go in front of you to use the regular stalls. You will still get to use it the first time it is free and you are at the front of the line. A handicapped person would do the same thing. That stall is there so that they can use it, not so that they can use it first.

It isn't really that hard to figure out.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:People who think their special fucking snowflake is the center of the world and needs to be invited to every dinner, party, wedding, and event.

The use of the word "snowflake" to refer to a child. Please, just stop.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:
The handicapped are entitled, but when I am alone, there is absolutely no reason for me to use a larger stall. With a child, its near impossible to use a single stall with a small umbrella stroller (a few you can with a very very tight fit as I've done it out of desperation), but its not like you can safely leave your child outside the stall, so what other option is there? (I have had people be nice and offer to watch, once when the handicapped was out of order, and I appreciated it when I really had to go but no way was I taking them up on the offer). Its nice when places make family stalls/bathrooms but that's not always an option.

The point is that if you want to use the handicapped stall with your stroller, wait until it is free even if that means that you let people go in front of you to use the regular stalls. You will still get to use it the first time it is free and you are at the front of the line. A handicapped person would do the same thing. That stall is there so that they can use it, not so that they can use it first.

It isn't really that hard to figure out.

My complaint was about when all the other stalls are free and someone picks the handicapped (who clearly can fit in the regular one/no issues). I will always differ to someone with a stroller/handicapped first if I don't have mine and wait. I had one handicapped person insist I go first as I was waiting after I did to them as it was meant for them first. I can't imagine taking the stall if someone was in line who I knew needed it more than me or if I can fit in a regular one and not desperate to go. I think its rude to take the handicapped when others are free.

[Anonymous]

--Super scary or inappropriate commercials during football games

--People who tailgate or cut me off for no good reason. To everything there is a season, and that includes a good useful touch of aggressive driving, but when it gets you nowhere but a near accident? Come on.

--Christmas decorations and even Christmas background music in early October.

--Being treated like an idiot because I have several children

--Having a special gift for picking the wrong line

--Shopping. Of all kinds. I despise shopping. So much stress.

--My huge dumb dog not responding to "come.". Ever. That's how he failed his canine good citizen test, three times, and how he humiliates me on a frequent basis.

--The fact that there are no true accomplishments in running a household. Did I make a nutritious, thrifty, hot dinner? Not everyone liked it, and I have to do it all over again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day...and don't get me started on laundry and housework and bathing and dressing...I guess that's why heaven is "eternal rest"?

--Every time I go to confession, I have to say the same things. Why can't I make progress on even one vice?

--That the military is the forgotten (less than) 1%

--People who can't think outside the box