I hate it.

My friend Candace and I have an on-going joke about me hating things.

A few years back, we had gone to Canton and we saw a booth selling those beaded hair ridiculous accessories that were in mall kiosk for about a minute...
Without much thought, I said, "I hate those things.  I hate them in the mall, and I hate them here."
We laughed because I was so passionate about my hatred for a hair clippy.

Since then, we joke about having a board on Pinterest titled, "I hate it."
But just as soon as I think something is awful, one of my friends have pinned it onto their board of ideas, so I have refrained from my negative-Nancy board of hating-ness.

This post is all in good fun... 
{but true.}


I hate...

• hair that isn't attached to the head. And in the manner that mine is falling from my scalp right now, this is a problem.
• that McDonalds now charges for sweet and sour sauce. what?
• when people drive slow in the left lane... or have a crazy blinker that blinks way too fast.
• that someone told me that jello was made from crushed bones... I obviously can't eat it now.
• peppermint flavored anything... especially if it is mixed with chocolate.
• when people without kids, offer parenting advice.  [I don't care how many nieces or nephews you have... I don't care that you get paid to take care of kids or if you have a college degree in the growth and development of children.  I don't care that you are 100 months pregnant with your first child, or have read every book about parenting.  Until you have birthed a human, cried on their bedroom floor sure that you are doing everything wrong-- and then in the same week thought about writing a book because you are so damn good at it... zip it.]
• pale pink.
• when I am busting a rhyme, dropping it like it's hot and whipping my hair like a wild woman by myself in my car and I make eye contact with another car.
• when my favorite trashy tv show doesn't record.
• that I had my Keurig for an entire year, and was not really a fan of it at all, before finding out that you can make 4 cups of coffee off of 1 k-cup.  [and that they make a re-usable kcup to fill with my own brand of coffee.]
• when I have a sweet tooth, and have nothing to bake.  ...so I mix butter and powered sugar and cocoa and eat it with a spoon, and call it icing. {that I am so unhealthy}
• off centered- un-matching Christmas lights.
• scary Halloween decorations.
• the smell of fish.
• that I get over 1000 reads per month on my blog but the same 3 people comment.  Yes I am thankful to you few, however-- what the heck are you other 999 doing?  ;)
• When I think I look cute...and then see a picture of myself and realize that I was wrong.  
• food with chewy textures.
• pumping gas
• spending money on underwear.  (that's why mine are about a decade old... put that in your 'Holly isn't sexy file' if you don't mind)
• Running out of toilet paper... but not realizing until, you know... you need it. Or-- when the person [husband] before you runs out, and grabs a new roll, but neglects to trash the previous empty roll so the new one sits atop the empty cardboard innards.  {laziness}
• doing laundry.
• When public restrooms only have hand driers. [or are filthy]
• Red lipstick.  [yes I know it is in style.  But I still hate it... and I think you will too when you see yourself in pictures.]
• that Words with Friends was ruined by Cheats.  [*clears throat* you know who you are ;)]  It was originally fun.
• well thought out, wordy, dreamy, luscious, face book statuses.  [come'on.]
• sample sized lotions, shampoos, soaps... junk.  clutter.
• anything that flies or jumps. 
• when I am having a good day but feel guilty truly enjoying it because I know that this particular day is someone in the world's very worst day ever.  That's crazy, right?!
• un-organization.
• when someone adds you to your FB, so you like their statuses and comment their pictures [because you assume you're friends and all] but they never do yours so you have to wonder if they didn't even mean to be-friend you at all... or if they are just rude?!  
• to be hot at night.
• that I wear my feelings on my shoulders.
• checking my voice mail.  So I typically don't. [I just delete them all at once and feel free again.]
• wrinkled clothing.
• that I can hear a story about something sad, and let that ruin my entire day, worrying about something that is likely to never happen to me and that I am unable to control if it were. {anxiety}
• my cell phone that has zero reception in my house.
• people who are mean to babies. 
• that I am so nonathletic.
• that I can be so obnoxious.  [I can even feel myself doing it... but I can't stop it!  --especially if I am nervous or a drop of alcohol has touched my tongue.]
• when I tell Lance a story and he replies, "that's funny", but doesn't smile or laugh.  {Do tell, sweet husband, how funny was it really?}
• that I can hear a sad story, and I immediately put myself in their shoes to try and imagine their pain, sadness,  fear, etc... why do I bring those negative feelings on myself? 
• when I want to be mad but can't help but laugh.  [my husband has mastered this concept in arguing]
• scary movies.
• that I wasn't on the jury for the Casey Anthony trial.  I would have hung it.
• when restaurants only have canned soda.  ...I like about 4 refills... and I don't want to pay for 5 cans, nor do I just want water. [Mi Cocina needs to get with the program!]
• pickled okra.
• that white thing in eggs.  I always pick it out.
• that I miss opportunities to snuggle my babies because I think of a million things to do while sitting.
• pointless noise.  [ie: the tv during the day]
• for things to get near my eye ball.  --I think I was scarred by my lasix.
• when someone calls you but you miss their call and you immediately call them back and they don't answer.  >>Amanda!!
• when I am enjoying a piece of meat but then imagine the feathers that were once attached to it, or picture myself biting right into a cows leg, and I am done.
• my bad allergies in January. 
• driving in anything but pure sunshine.
• being broke.
• that you are suppose to clear your mind and breathe during the last 5 minutes of Yoga {:meditate:} but I have no idea how to do that!  I end up thinking so hard about not thinking, that I was better of just thinking about all of the things that I still need to accomplish that day.
• the music to Law and Order.
• that I am so far behind this Christmas.  I actually did get my Christmas cards... but they are still sitting in the bag, unaddressed.
• Chuck.E.Cheese
• looking at rad blogs and dreaming of how awesome I could make mine... but then realizing that it would be a blog for everyone else at that point and not what this was originally intended to be.  So it stays un-rad... and small... and me.
• that we didn't get pictures taken this year before Christmas.  Each time I see someone post new ones, I get sad.  And jealous.
• that I let an idea of what I think is going to happen, steal my happiness sometimes, when reality sets in-- and I have once again set my expectations way too high.
• toys with lots of pieces. 
• leftovers.
• that I treat Lance like a friend more than a husband.  It is our marriage biggest asset and largest downfall as well. 
• when people want you to vote for their kid on something... I don't 'do' pageants... and I don't vote against kids.  I think they're all cute, and I am not really into popularity contests.
• milk.  Unless it is ice cold and served with something chocolaty and hot!  [in that case, I love it.]
• when Maddox correctly pronounces a word, that he has always said incorrectly.  {growing up.}
• Spam, pork rinds, potted meat, liver.... you know, nasty meat.
• that I can not go to sleep at night-- therefor I wake tired every single morning.
• that I can remember people by their hair style or their job... and even their handwriting!!!  But I am horrible with names.  Terrible.
• the texture of red apples and the strings on bananas.
• heartburn.
• junk mail.
• that I didn't go back to school before I had kids.
• the rush before the holidays.
• that "cleaning" is never done.
• that I loose sleep over the home I'd love to build with rooms upon rooms for kids who need a better life... but know I will never get there.  ...and then I loose sleep over those lost kids.
• when something that I really want is on sale {black boots at Macy's} but show up a day after the sale is over.[and refuse to pay full price]
• growing up.
• that I wrote this so close to Christmas and have set on it a few days, wondering if I should post it.  It took work so I'd hate to trash it but makes me look like a negative Nancy.  Just know that it was written in good-time-fun.  Promise.    And I am happy as a clam. [which happen to be the most blissful, cheerful,  lively, merry, upbeat animals on earth.]  Like me.  ;)