So when Ma called and asked if I’d go to Kings Cross with her, I flat out said, “No!” And then the guilts set in. So after justifying my ‘no’ for three minutes, I swiftly changed my answer to a yes {darn guilts} and told her that I’d go along with her, but I wasn’t doing my hair or getting changed. {The sign above is from Kings Cross and the total opposite of how I was feeling}.
I’m such a planner, that I get frustrated when plans get changed on me. I’ve learnt to shut up and let my mind process the changes, but I do have to say there have been a few times that I’ve got up in arms when my plans don’t go to … plan.
Here’s a few other things that annoy me ever-so-slightly:
* Spitting. Ugh. When I was at the beach on the weekend a dad spat right on the sand near me. I gagged and almost vomited. It’s one of my can-not-handle things. I’m gagging as I type this. Ugh.
* Omelettes. I don’t even know if that’s how you spell it, but I don’t even care. I don’t like them. Not one bit. I can’t even stand the smell. Gagging, again.
* Used lunchboxes. Hubby makes omelettes often and takes them to work. Often he’ll put the used lunchboxes on the bench, ready to go into the dishwasher. There’s only one thing worse than omelettes {someone tell me how to spell that correctly!} and that’s used lunchboxes that once held the eggy omelette. Vomit.
* People who don’t indicate on round-a-bouts. Eastern suburb mums in big cars, I’m talking about you.
Something I do like though, is long weekends. And we’re having one right now. Bliss. I am hoping that I get to do pretty much nothing today. Fingers crossed.
P.S. You might have noticed I finally finished tinkering with my blog. I think I’ve done everything {my blogroll is a work in progress though}. I think I kinda like it. Do you?
I hear you on the spitting, so gross.
Hi Chantelle love the new look of your blog and all the tips as well:) I'm with you on all your disgusts with addition of cigarette butts. Do people think they are biodegradable or something!
Hah! All five points you made are shared right here. Luckily my husband doesn't like baked eggs either. And those people on roundabouts – I hear you on them, exactly those thoughts rand through my mind a few days ago.
In NZ, you indicate entering and exiting a roundabout so I do this in Sydney. Apparently, this annoys people more than not indicating at all.
I love omelettes (your spelling was perfect!) but they are pongy. And lunchboxes equally so, no matter what was in them.
Spitting is gak. Truly foul. And I will never understand cigarette butts chucked on the ground.
I'm also peevishly annoyed by people, at the same time every day, who announce very loudly that they are ON THE BUS. Good for you!
your new design is divine, but i also liked the last one and the one before that too!
the used lunch boxes is the one that really resonates with me. ick. yuck.
i have a list a mile long of things i find somewhat irksome… people who slurp coffee, people who put apostrophes where they shouldn't be, people who poke their tongue at odd times, people who use capital letters where they shouldn't be… (they all appear to be about grammar and eating!)
Spitting is filthy. And Mr Woog just made an omlette and my house now stinks…. Bleurgh
Oh Karla! Cigarette butts. Yes. I once stopped a tourist on the beach for butting out his cigarette to tell him it was against our rules. You can guess that he didn't care one bit for what I was saying. So gross.
Kim, who on earth does that?
For me, it's tailgaters! Ach!
Blog is looking gorgeous, lovely one. x
spitting gross, omelettes yum. And as for your blog. Gorgeous.
Hilarious!!
Ugh, used containers, not just lunchboxes.
You know the ones lurking in the back of the fridge?!
My Mr's job!! Eek!
Hate it.
And oh don't get me started on indicating at roundabouts. I got pulled over by a cop for going a wee tad over last week and I kindly advised him that as they obviously love handing tickets out, they would be much better off at a roundabout.
Any roundabout.
They'd love it.
He agreed.
Great post!!
X
hehehe you make me giggle and i have to say gag also with the spitting [i'm a gagger, i have to try and stop or i would vomit} and have to admit i've grown to like omlette's, i don't like the smell of them when they are being mixed up {you know the raw eggy smell} Are You Gagging??????
your blog is refreshing, i just wish i knew how to change mine around abit smooch and have a fabulosa day lisa xx
I have just spent the past 2 1/2 weeks in China where spitting is on for young and old. They even spit inside, on the floor so you have to be careful not to slip! Even worse that the actual spit is the sound of them hocking it up…sorry about that. Even the chicks do it! I've had enough and am out of here today!
Rach x
Couldn't agree more with your Eastern Suburb mums in big cars comment… Although I think it has migrated to north west mums who think they are eastern suburb mums in big cars! :/
Oh Rach, thanks for the reminder (maybe not), the spitting over in China is horrendous. A close second thing that peeves me is sniffing. You know that continually sniff, sniff, sniff, which inevitably leads to a hock anyway. eeeew.
PS Design looks grand.
Chantelle, I love your blog's new look. (But I loved the Scrabble letters too and might miss them!) I hear you about the spitting and the bad mum drivers – we have both of those irritants here on the other side of the world too.
Jennie
http://www.jennieiswriting.blogspot.com
Like you, I cannot stand having my plans changed! It drives me nuts. I'm (slowly) starting to realise that sometimes I have more fun when I'm spontaneous.
I'm with you on the used lunchbox thing too. I don't mind omelettes but when the girls I nanny for come home with half eaten tuna sandwiches in their lunchbox…. *gag* xxx
Hear you on the spitting. Disgusting! I'm loving your new blog look,Telle. Although I've loved all of them 🙂 xx
Spitting is gross, as is spitting your chewing gum out or placing your chewing gum under a seat or table at a cafe. I hate stepping on someone's used gum, and eve worse when you get it on your clothes as your knee accidently brushes the underside of a table where freshly discarded gum has been placed! Seriously people! Ask for a napkin to dispose of your gum!
Nic xo
my gross-out factor is when (mainly) men decide that blowing your nose without a tissue is the right thing to do because a tissue isnt at hand… I saw a guy jogging doing that while driving across commonwealth ave bridge yesterday. nearly landed in Lake Burley Griffin as I gagged. ugh ugh ugh.
My biggest pet peeve is when people are late or pull out at the last minute with no regard to your plans or what you've had to do to be there. I get almost punchy when that happens!
You are excellent. I also hate the dirty lunch box- not cool man.
Loving the new blog, alot!
xo
Top of my list is when husband tells people to just come over “whenever”. We had a friend of my dad's coming over yesterday to look at a little job he's going to do for us. He had said “I'll come over around 11, is that ok?”. Husband said “Oh look, just come over WHENEVER”. Meanwhile, I had organised for my Dad to come over at 11, and also bought things to make lunch for everyone.
He turned up at 9:30 and it threw my entire day out.
I make that loud dry wretch sound when I see spitting which is why I can't watch footy and cricket.
Haha, you made me laugh Chantelle… and gag a little too! The spitting thing… I can't go there, FOUL!
The dirty lunchbox, SO with you on that. My hubby takes a salad, but more often than not leaves a few bits of lettuce, all soggy and stuck to the tupperware container with salad dressing, ugh, it really gets under my skin. I just don't have the heart to say anything after he's come home from a 12+ hour day. Silly I know, as I'll snap one day and he'll be shocked!
And the lack of indicating in general in the eastern suburbs is appalling. Also, lack of the thank you for letting me in wave, THAT drives me mental.
Thanks Chantelle, I feel better after that rant ;o) xo