Monday Mojo: My 4 Biggest Pet Peeves

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After taking almost three weeks off from blogging – well, from seriously blogging, anyway – I found myself having a hard time getting back into the swing of things this morning.

…So I am participating in a fun prompt over at EclecticSix called Monday Mojo! Today’s topic is “Your 4 Biggest Pet Peeves.”

I have a lot of pet peeves, so narrowing it down to 4 was pretty difficult for me. It took me over an hour, as I drove to Walmart, went shopping for ice cream supplies, then drove home.

MY 4 BIGGEST PET PEEVES

1. I hate when people lie. 

I HATE IT. I hate little white lies (even though I tell them myself all the time), I hate big fat black lies, I hate every type of lie in between.

Lies SUCK. I know that there are times when lies are necessary, but I try as hard as I can to be as honest as possible, and I expect the same courtesy from my friends and family.

2. It drives me crazy when people bite their nails or their cuticles.

My daughter does this and I seriously want to reach out and smack her hand out of her mouth.

It is SO GROSS. I will actually gag if I see her doing it, or anyone else for that matter. If the nails being bitten are dirty?

Don’t even get me started!

3. I hate dirty bathrooms. 

Seriously, people, clean your bathroom before you invite me over. I am not a total OCD neat freak, but I like things tidy. When I go to friend’s homes, I notice if there are dust bunnies in the living room. I notice if there are cobwebs in the corners of the kitchen.

I’m not the only one that notices these things, am I?

The worst thing of all is to go to someone’s house, ask to use their restroom, and then to see that there is urine or poop in their toilet bowel because someone didn’t take 5 minutes to clean the toilet.

Or to see toothpaste and soap scum on the bathroom sink.

Ew.

4. Being on time is next to godliness. 

My friends and family know this about me, but y’all may not have noticed this yet. I am INSANE about punctuality.

I will literally have a panic attack if I am running late to an event or appointment, and if you are late to an event that I am hosting, expect me to give you a dirty look when you arrive.

There is no such thing as fashionably late – unless you advise me ahead of time that you are arriving late.

My best friend is very unlike me in this regard; and when she tells me that she will be ready at 8 o’clock, I have to ask her, “so, when will you really be ready?” The only “fight” we ever had was a few years ago, when she was supposed to come to my house to help me get ready for a party and she arrived WHEN the party was starting.

Well, that fight was more like me just ignoring her for the first 20 minutes of the party, but still! ha ha!

 

What are your biggest pet peeves?

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Comments

  1. says

    I am SO WITH YOU on the punctuality thing. I’m so pissed if I make sure I get there on time (for me that means at least 5 min early) with TWO little kids in tow when others just stroll in whenever they want to. It’s not right! Oh and you’re never coming to my house…just sayin.

    • says

      LOL If I come, I will grab a broom and get to work. That’s what I always do when I go to my best friend’s house for a party! 😉

  2. says

    I feel your pain. I hate being late, I hate a dirty house, and I hate liars. I used to be a nail biter, so it doesn’t bother me that much though. :)

  3. says

    I agree with you on punctuality (and cleanliness)! Although, it seems IMPOSSIBLE for me to arrive late. One particular friend of mine is consistently late, and it was starting to really annoy me. I plotted and planned to take the train that would render me five minutes late, just so they knew what it was like to be waiting.

    I arrive exactly on time (the train GAINED five minutes…) and they arrive fifteen minutes after.

    Not happy.

  4. says

    LOL I am so bad about being on time. I try to always be on time, but sometimes with the four boys, it just doesn’t happen no matter how well I plan.

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