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Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Pet Peeves

I am just not feeling "it" today. I don't have a lot of energy and I can't think of anything new and exciting to write about. Instead, I have decided to outline some of my pet peeves so that hopefully there will be fewer people committing these offenses.
  1. Incorrectly pronouncing "frustrated". The word is frustrated folks, with an "r". I can't even believe how many people say "fustrated". It kills me. Really, a bit of me dies each time I hear this.
  2. Falling down pants. I thought that the fad of wearing your pants below your underwear would have gone the way of the dodo a long time ago. If you have to hold up your pants when you run, you need pants that fit better. Also in this category, the fad of wearing one pant leg pulled up. What is that? Is it a gang sign or something?
  3. Talking in the bathroom. I hate when people talk to me while I am in a bathroom stall. Obviously I am in there for a reason and if I really have to go, I don't want to have to wait until you finish talking to me. Equally despised are the people that use the bathroom as a place to chat. Am I supposed to wait to flush until there is a polite break in their conversation so as not to drown out their voices?
  4. Callers who don't identify themselves. You know when you answer the phone and someone starts talking to you as if you know who they are? I think I am pretty good about recognizing voices, but I am not perfect. When I call someone I always say, "Hi, this is Amy, is So-and-So there?". I think of this as polite. I am calling them, my voice is out of context and I think it is only fair to give them a heads up. The only place this becomes a challenge is when you know multiple people with the same name. For example, the Hoos and I have three cousins Josh between us. We have both been caught looking silly when we get a call from "Cousin Josh" and it takes two minutes of conversation to figure out who the heck is on the line.
  5. Enforcers. Shari's comment reminded me of this one. Even though I have blogged about it before, it can't hurt to repeat. Enforcers suck. These are the people who drive 55 in the left lane and think they are doing you a favor since they are driving the speed limit. GET OUT OF THE WAY, PEOPLE!
This is a start to my list - what are some of your peeves? Enlighten us so that you too can make the world a better place...

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

This and That

First, I have to air a grievance. I hate hate hate "enforcers." This is my term for people who drive 60 miles an hour in the left lane and think they are doing you favor because the speed limit if 55. Two words: MOVE OVER.

Now I have to brag. My Uncle Barry was featured in a fabulous article in Rochester, NY's Democrat and Chronicle. He is actually even nicer and more laid back than he is made out to be.

Now on to working mommy news. LP has decided that one nap a day is enough. By noon or so she thinks she is done resting for the day and can stay awake until bedtime. At school they put her in he crib for a second nap and baby girl plays peek-a-boo with herself quietly until they give up hope of her ever falling asleep. At home I put her in her crib for her second nap and walk away and complete a few tasks before coming back to liberate her. Sometimes I get lucky and she is asleep, most of the time she sees me, stands up and holds out her arms for a lift.

Without an afternoon nap, from around 6 pm until bedtime, baby girl is intermittently a total crankpot and a little angel. Changing her diaper is an adventure - she squirms, sits, stands and basically does anything she can to make it nearly impossible to gt her cute little butt into a clean diaper. Her pre-bedtime bottle is no longer quietly consumed while in mommy's arms - she downs it while standing on the couch, looking out the window or lounging on the couch - after crawling to the opposite end from me.

Granted, if only napping once a day is the price I have to pay for her sleeping through the night (which she has been doing for quite some time), I will gladly make the trade-off. However, one nap a day really isn't enough. I could use at least three myself.