Pet Peeves
Dial up internet.
DRIVES ME CRAZY! Why does it take five minutes for one webpage to load? And why do we live out in the boonies where high speed cables can’t reach us?
Touchy family members
Gone are the days where mother pulls down your shirt and looks down to see if you’re wearing a bra. But here all the days of “covertly” rubbing your back to see if you’re wearing one, barging in the bathroom to ask a question while you’re bathing and then staring, and making comments about how certain body parts look in different clothes.
I find myself covering my behind more when she’s around then when the Ray Ray’s are.
It’s weird. I’m a pretty affectionate person, but I can’t STAND being touched by family members…or having them in my personal space.
Do not touch me. Do not slap my behind. Do not rub my back. Stand five feet away at all times and divert your eyes please.
Touchy family members Pt. II
I absolutely HATE it when my dad places his hand on or near his crotch while driving. Or when he idly scratches his boys then replaces his hand in the near crotch vicinity.
DISGUSTING!
Mother does her own version of it but it happens when crossing her arms over each other (kind of what pouting is), idly brushing breast or nipple area.
PARENTS, KEEP ALL HANDS AND FINGERS AWAY FROM BODY PARTS AS TO AVOID ANY HINT OF YOU PLEA…PLEASUR…ICK
*throws up in mouth a little
PLEASE! HAVE MERCY ON YOUR CHILDREN!!!! WE DON’T WANT TO SEE THAT! THAT’S NASTY!
Being bothered when I’m in the middle of something….
In the middle of a well needed nap. I hear a shout from downstairs.
KAAANIIISSA.
Ugh. Leave me lone!
KAANIIIIISSSSAAA!
Maybe if I don’t answer they’ll leave me alone…
*hears loud stomping across living room, up stairs, the door slams open.
KANISA!
No need to yell I’m right here….maybe if I just lay here a while she won’t notice me.
KANISA!
*she turns on the light, comes to my bed, magically finds my butt and slaps it.
UUUUGGHHH!!! Groan.
Are you hungry?
No.
Okay well there’s food in the kitchen.
*she leaves turning off the light AND the fan and leaves the door open.
DOOR AND FAN!
She closes the door and turns the fan back on.
Scenario 2: Night of no parents
7:00 – 9:00 play sims and watch a movie
9:00 – 10:00 watch scrubs finale
10:00 – until read until sleepy
7:38 PM – Father comes in the house and yells…
“DEEE?!?!! AW DEEEE?!?!” (That’s what my dad calls my mother. Where it came from I have no idea… her name is Venus.)
I come out pretending I was printing something out like he told me to do even though I was writing this, playing sims, and watching a movie.
“Where’s your mother at?”
“Taking a bath.”
“Did you find the information?”
“Yeah it’s printing now”
He goes to their bedroom and pesters my mother. Minutes later he comes out and says,
“I need you to go pick up a battery in town.”
(We live about 30 minutes away from ‘town’.)
Night unpleasantly off schedule.
*sigh…
