Problems

In spite of my resolution to be more positive with my actions and words, here's a post I need to make so I can feel well-vented.

Do you have a problem with...

...your dishwasher? I put well-rinsed dishes in and guess what comes out-crusty yuck all over my "clean" dishes. This seems to be an issue mainly with the top rack.

... your kid(s) putting random things where they don't belong; I.E. a dirty, folded up, ready-for-the-trash diaper in the laundry? No, of course I didn't notice this diaper when I loaded the clothes into the washer, but as I was throwing them into the dryer-... there it was. All soaked like it had been filled with pee. Do you think I rewashed the clothes? Hmmmmm...

... your local television network. Yeah, I usually don't either; however, our NBC station has been broadcasting KU basketball games on Tuesday nights. Don't get me wrong, I love KU sports, especially b-ball, but that is one night of t.v. I record the prime-time shows. Okay, you caught me, I'm griping about not being able to watch Biggest Loser and SVU- so shoot me.

... pet hair. Ugh, I'm so tired of my dog's hair covering all of my clothes, furniture, and blankets. Yep, I bet you'll never come visit me now that I've divulged that info.

... your one-year old pooping in the bathtub. What, yours doesn't do that every time she sits in warm water for more than 4 minutes? Yeah, mine neither.

... food labels. Let's just say that if products sold in America were labeled "correctly," I'd spend half as much time in the grocery store. And by "correctly," I mean without what I'd call gimmicks. For instance, when you see bread and it says WHOLE WHEAT front and center on the package- the first listed ingredient shouldn't say enriched flour. This drives me nuts. And what about spaghetti sauces (which I prefer to make my own anyway); how do you know if you should pick organic with less sugar or heart healthy and fewer calories? I mean, come on people! I guess I just need a personal shopper who's also a dietitian. Do they make those??

... those people who think it's okay to cut in front of you in a line. Like when you're at the mall looking for maternity clothing. And then it gets to be lunch time. So you head everyone upstairs to the food court. And your 3 kids are fussing/crying/screaming for food in the Chick-f-la line. And you're big-o-preggers. And you look like hell. And two older ladies think that just because you have a huge, honkin' stroller in front of you that they can just slide in without you noticing. And when the cash register lady says, "NEXT," and you know those ladies are going to snag your spot-- well I think I just REALLY HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT. I won't even tell you what I was thinking in my head.

Maybe it should end here- you know, before I tell you what I was thinking in my head. I think next time it happens (and I know it will because it's happened a couple of times before) I might just say, "God knows what you just did." And just leave it at that. Then again, they'll probably have no idea what I'm talking about.