Annoying
As I stated before, I have given up coffee for a while. I haven’t had a cup since Friday. I feel that I may be weakening. One of the major signs is how easily annoyed I am right now. Example:
I HATE when I see fake bullet hole stickers on cars or those baseballs that look like they are lodged in the window and the window is shattered. Especially when they are on minivans. I drive a minivan and it just PISSES ME OFF!
Why?
Not really sure.
Do I have the right to be so easily annoyed? Apparently not. At least to my husband, that is.
He tells me all the time how difficult and annoying I can be. Here are some lovely examples:
My husband always tells me not to leave my military ID in my car because someone might steal it. I like leaving it in the car because I always have to get it out of my purse when I drop the kids off and it’s a pain.
I told my husband, “Don’t worry about it. No one will see my ID. It’s under all the money I have in my car for tolls on the turnpike.”
He just stares at me and shake his head.
See….I’m annoying.
Then there’s my singing. Whenever something happens that puts a song in my head I MUST sing it.
We were at Walmart looking for some T-shirts for Charlie. I picked up a new Power Rangers T-shirt and said, “Hey Charlie, look!”
And then I began to sing, “Here come the Power Rangers, here come the Power Rangers, here come the Power Rangers, MYSTIC FORCE!!”
And again, my husband stares at me and this time quietly but urgently says, “Stop. Just stop it.”
I am annoying.
But I don’t care.
So I guess all those people with their fake bullets holes and baseball attacked broken windows are allowed to be annoying too.
Maybe.
I HATE when I see fake bullet hole stickers on cars or those baseballs that look like they are lodged in the window and the window is shattered. Especially when they are on minivans. I drive a minivan and it just PISSES ME OFF!
Why?
Not really sure.
Do I have the right to be so easily annoyed? Apparently not. At least to my husband, that is.
He tells me all the time how difficult and annoying I can be. Here are some lovely examples:
My husband always tells me not to leave my military ID in my car because someone might steal it. I like leaving it in the car because I always have to get it out of my purse when I drop the kids off and it’s a pain.
I told my husband, “Don’t worry about it. No one will see my ID. It’s under all the money I have in my car for tolls on the turnpike.”
He just stares at me and shake his head.
See….I’m annoying.
Then there’s my singing. Whenever something happens that puts a song in my head I MUST sing it.
We were at Walmart looking for some T-shirts for Charlie. I picked up a new Power Rangers T-shirt and said, “Hey Charlie, look!”
And then I began to sing, “Here come the Power Rangers, here come the Power Rangers, here come the Power Rangers, MYSTIC FORCE!!”
And again, my husband stares at me and this time quietly but urgently says, “Stop. Just stop it.”
I am annoying.
But I don’t care.
So I guess all those people with their fake bullets holes and baseball attacked broken windows are allowed to be annoying too.
Maybe.
posted by Sherri at 8:43 AM
10 Comments:
I love it.IM INTO FIFTYS MUSIC THESE DAYS MAKES ME HAPPY WHILE I PAINT LOVE YOU MOM
I sing in public sometimes, too. Hubby doesn't mind...Sometimes he joins in. Right now, our son likes it. I know a time will come when it becomes embarassing to him, and then it will be time to stop.
I think those bullet hole stickers are the tackiest, trashiest thing. I think I know why it bothers you even more in minivans - Minivans are normally family vehicles. Why would it be funny in the least to imply that your family vehicle had been shot at? And why would you want to pass that warped humor along to your child?
I was just watching the news about a car that actually WAS shot and I thought, "Man, I hate those fake bullet hole stickers."
It's eerie that we are so many times on the same page.
Can't believe you brought up the fake bullet holes -- I was just grumbling about them a couple of days ago.
Sherri, you just go on being as annoying as you want to be -- we love ya!
It's perfectly fine to be annoying, and it's an obligation to be annoyed at baseball windows and bullethole stickers.
That's when it would be nice to have, like an 1980 oldsmobile where half of the paint was missing anyway, and you could ram those annoying asswipes on the road! Cover THAT up with a bullet hole, why don't ya!
Sorry for the above, somewhat felonious suggestion... I'm way sick today, and all tact and civility just goes out..the... window!
Hate the bullet holes, hate the fake hand hanging out of the trunk, and REALLY hate Loser Zoos.
You sing? Silver bells...
I agree that you should be able to belt out whatever stupid songs pop into your head whenever you want. My husband has been known to start singing songs by The Wiggles in the middle of Wal-Mart, and while I laugh at him a little, I will by no means tell him to shut it. It's his God-given right. Besides, I want some slack when I bust out "Yellow Submarine."
However, I'm with your husband on the Military ID thing. Nevermind terrorists finding it and using it to get on base (which they can do without your ID simply by going in through the family housing entrance when there's a line of cars behind them); that thing has your social security number on it, AND your husband's. That's something you REALLY don't want to risk losing or having stolen from you, don't you think? Especially when the identity theif prevents you from being able to buy that new house in Florida because he's racked up $35K in casino debts in your name.
But you see, that annoying singing habit will come in handy as your little ones get older. Because then you'll think you're cool for knowing the songs to their favorite TV shows, but as you dance around singing "When there's trouble you know who to call - Teen Titans! - from their tower they can see it all - Teen Titans!..." your older kid will be rolling his eyes and growling, "MOOOOOOOM. You're anNOYing me." And then your work is finished. Just speaking from experience. Keep on singin, sister. It's your right - no, it's your responsibility - as a mother.
:-)
Sounds like my marriage. Only it's me who does goofy things and annoys the wife. Like sing jingles or feel her up at Target.
Erica - I love you. I constantly sing the Teen Titans ending theme like this: "t-e-e-n T-I-T's A-S-S! Tits and ass! Let's go!"
And of course "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH------- Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" Invariably, some other whacked out adult answers. Then my kids hide under the carpet.
If that doesn't work, try J Geils:
"I've had the reds
The blues and the pinks
But one thing I know
*clap clap* (insert name) stinks!
(name) stinks!
yeah, yeah!
(name) stinks!"
Repeat until punched.
Hey, for years, the most popular movies featured people bursting into song for no good reason other than the fact that the only way they could properly express themselves at that moment was with song. Singing is the spoonful of sugar that helps the medicine go dow-own. Singing is raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. I gotta sing (gotta dance). After all, I'm gonna live forever...I'm gonna learn how to fly (high!). When the wind comes sweepin' down the plain, what a glorious feelin', I'm happy again. I am, as they say, laughing at the clouds, so dark up above.
So, walk down the lane, with a happy refrain, just singin'...singin' in the rain.
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo doo-dloo-doo-doo...
~Kurt
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