More Annoyances

Nylons.  Oh, those pesky, annoying, micro-thin, easy-to-rip, damn, stupid nylons. 

The other morning I was getting ready for work and I discovered a run in almost every single pair.  The few that weren't ruined were either the wrong shade or contained a pre-run.  Know what those are?  Of course you do.  It's the weak spot in the leg that, if pulled just the right way, would run any second.  Damn things.  This is another reason why I love summer - I am excused from nylon necessities.

And it wouldn't be so bad if nylons were only a few dollars.  No.   Nylons, good nylons, are expensive.  Really expensive.  Although if you find a sale, you can get a 3 pack for $25, which isn't a bad price I guess....let me get my calculator.....at approximately $8.33333333 a pair. 

So the garbage can is full of nylons that had been sitting in my drawer.  Why do I return ruined nylons to my drawer you ask?  I don't know. Why don't I just toss them in the garbage when I get home?  Again, I don't know.  I wear them all day, take them off, put them in the wash and return them to the nylon drawer only to pull them out, waste the 10 minutes to slip them on and discover a nasty, ugly run down the side and *then* recall exactly how and when it happened.  And I swear:  shit!

Stupid nylons.

I'd wear pants but my legs are short and I figure I'd spend a small fortune getting my pants hemmed.  Although if I consider the amount I spend on nylons....

Why do I always think of these things after the fact?

A Small Annoyance

Some people are annoyed by toothpaste in the sink or clutter on the coffee table.  You know what I'm annoyed with?  Having to upload my iPod.  I have neither the time nor the patience for such a time consuming little chore.  I would pay to keep my iPod current.  How come there's no business for that? 

If words were colours, what colour would "disgust" be?

Disgust. 

Black?  A shitty brown?  No, in this case it's white.  A frigid, ugly, gross, sloppy, disgusting white. 

Disgust.

As defined in the Merriam Webster online dictionary:  "marked aversion aroused by something highly distasteful:  repugnance".

As defined by Michelle:  "waking up to 2 inches of snow covering her beautiful apple tree and patio table and chairs:  repugnance."

See?  Lookit:

Fucking disgusting white shit all over my yard.  The only one who seems to show any appreciation to this disgust is the dog.  He decided to rip around the yard, digging his nails into the soft ground as he tore around the tree, barking and wagging his tail, lapping up the white stuff and tossing snow around with his nose.  Stupid dog.  What does he know anyway?

He's sleeping now after his big burst of energy.  He will likely require 12 hours of uninterrupted deep snoring to re-energize.  Best not to wake him.

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Last night the man confessed that he was concerned about waking up with me in the mornings for the next 6 weeks while he recovers from his hernia surgery on Tuesday.  See, he's up and off to work in the middle of the night and I usually don't see him.  Well, except for the other day when he decided to eat peanut butter toast in living room, crunching away and smacking his lips, and I really believe he was doing it extra loudly  for my benefit (mmmm....good toast....creamy peanut butter, *smack, smack, smack, slurp, crunch* .... you know you want some....).  After plotting his murder, I stomped out and glared at him.  Must you do that right now? I said (in my defence, it was said in a very loving, sweet voice but I guess he missed that part), and stomped into the bathroom.  The nerve!  Anyway, apparently he and the child had discussed this little "morning concern" and the child advised the man to just stay out of the way and "not make eye contact".  I really don't see what the big deal is, I'm actually quite civil in the morning. My ears are just rather sensitive in the morning, that's all.  It's not my fault.  I assured him that everything will be juuuuuuust fine as long as he doesn't move until I leave.  See how accommodating I can be?

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It was a terribly busy week here this week.  It was the child's FIFTEENTH birthday.  15!  Good Lord!!  After struggling for weeks over what to buy him, we decided on a lap top.  Admittedly it's a very expensive gift, but he's generally a good kid.  I warned him that every site he hits will show up on my bill, that it was a parental thing offered by the internet company.  I told him he could go to any girly/titty site he wanted, (because he's a boy and will be doing it anyway), but that if I ever, EVER found out he was on a chat site, all of his electronics would be taken away from him forever.  Of course, I have no real way of monitoring this, but he really seemed to believe me, asking all sorts of questions about how the internet companies do this to which I responded with very legit, reasonable answers.  Isn't it scary how quickly I came up with such stories?  It must be a parent thing.  Yup, that's gotta be it.  Right?

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It's so lovely having school-free weekends with nothing to do and no studying or writing to be done.  I'm bored to tears actually.  Life after school?  I can't even imagine.  Just a few more weeks to go before I dig my teeth in again.  I suppose I should try to enjoy the quiet time.

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Oh Jessica! Are you actually maturing??

Last week I took the kid to one of our bigger malls in the city to go shopping.  I gave up actually shopping with him a couple years ago.  There is nothing more frustrating than shopping with a teenage boy who must look through every rack of t-shirts, inspecting each closely to ensure there's not a single mark on it that would suggest "gayness", while a man screams death chants over the stereo system loud enough to make my ears bleed.  No thanks.  I just give the child money, set a time and place to meet, and make sure he has his cell phone on.  And we each go our own way. 

I went in search of the Nine West shoe store to drool and touch and caress.  I discovered that pink seems to be in this summer.  All shades of pink - neutral to hot, and in all sorts of heel sizes too.  I was shocked to see that Jessica Simpson has actually "created" (ha ha) a shoe with a 2 inch heel.  Seriously?  I didn't think any of her shoes were anything less than 5".  The prices are ridiculous though, nothing under $100.  Actually, $100 would be a sale price.  Now I admittedly obsess over shoes but there's just no way I'd spend that kind of money on a pair.  In fact, I have a pair of Monolo's in my closet (that the man bought for me) and I'm terrified to wear them.  So they just sit in their fancy white box, wrapped in tissue, only to be taken out and admired once or twice a year, then lovingly packed away again.  It's a beautiful specimen, sure, but such a waste of money. Ironically, should I find the perfect dress (which I did that evening at Cleo's), I don't hesitate to slap the credit card down on $100 or more, but absolutely never on shoes.  Nope.  I just can't justify it.

Here's a new style of shoe Nine West is sporting that I can't say I've ever seen before:

Let me ask you - who would wear this?  Where would one wear this?  And clothing?  What would one wear with a pair of shoes like that?  I can only imagine.  Well, no, actually I can't.  That's my point.

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I heard on the radio yesterday an advertisement for some nutritional store promoting some sort of shake - a protein shake in fact, while stressing that the reason why people don't lose as much weight as they would like is because they don't get enough protein in a day. I guess the salami sandwich I made for my lunch today wasn't exactly what they had in mind in terms of protein, eh?

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I was selected by Ricki's to attend a focus group next week and, for my time, I get a $50 gift card. Now that was one of the most exciting things that's happened to me in months!!  I've never been to a focus group before.  I hope they have cookies.  I like cookies.

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Self Awareness

In class the other day, we were comparing and contrasting Type A personalities over Type B personalities.  The primary characteristics of those who possess Type A behaviour patterns include such things like:

-  competitiveness
-  achievement striving
-  exaggerated sense of time urgency (i.e., tapping feet or fingers when being made to wait)
-  aggressiveness
-  impulsiveness
-  self-confidence
-  and, interestingly, Type A's often tend smoke more than Type B's

What sorts of characteristics do Type B personalities tend to possess?  Simply, there is a relative absence of Type A characteristics in those with Type B personalities.

So what's my point with this little lesson?  I discovered, to my absolute utter shock, that I have a Type A personality.  Yes, it's true.  I do.  Many of you probably already knew that.  I did not.  I really didn't.  But, to my credit, I never really gave it much thought before.  I just accept that my core values and strong convictions over what is right and what is wrong are the only acceptable ways of thinking and behaving.  Everyone else is wrong.  It's just that simple.

If Psychologists want to label me and put me in some sort of box with all the other Type A personalities because it makes them feel like their achieving something in this world, then so be it.  You know what I think about all this? It all comes down to self awareness, self acceptance and the realization for the continuous need for self-improvement in my opinion.  If one is aware, if one accepts and if one strives to improve then what does it matter if they possess Type A personality traits?  I suppose that's more of an internal thought pattern though.  People on the outside have this innate desire to look and label because it makes them feel better.  It brings order in this world.  Everything makes sense when there is a label for this and a label for that.  It's true; I label and judge and categorize too.  It's what we do, all of us.  But isn't it interesting and thought provoking when you sit back and mull over all that is right and wrong in this world and consider how truly subjective it all is? 

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