Sunday, December 13, 2015

Holiday Pet Peeves

I considered putting a Santa hat on a Peeve, till I saw this! Thank you Michael!
A repost from last year; there may be a couple I add, but for now...

Not to be a Scrooge... but I'm human, and during the hustle and bustle I find that there are a few things that grind my nerves...

Shopping Carts.  From my list of Pet Peeves.  I know everyone is a little bit crazy during this time of year, still if they've gone aisle after aisle in the store filling it; is a few feet to the nearest corral that difficult?  Nothing can turn St. Nick into Scrooge quicker than a stray cart carried by the North Wind right into his new Jaguar.


People who force their kids to see Santa.  Much less, sit on his lap.  And to have it all captured by photo.  Not sure where this tradition came from.  Dr. Boogie has the moxy to suggest that it derived from an Al Capone torture method.  Nice.  I tend to agree with Jen of Buried With Children.  As parents, we spend the majority of the other 11 months in the year educating our kids on stranger danger- no touching and never accept candy from a stranger.  Then come December, and the hope to capture something(?)- we throw caution to the wind.  At least we'll have the photos to show our child's future therapist. 



People who bring their kids shopping after 7pm.  Kids are tired by sundown, sometimes earlier, and Lord Almighty they'll let the whole store and everyone know it.  I know sometimes there's no other way.  But during the night in our house, while one parent struggles with bedtime, the other heads out to tackle the crowds, traffic, and to search high and low to find sugarplums for our little angels.  Even so there is a tad of relief to be out of the house.  Short lived when I hear someone else's bundle of joy being less than joyful.  And I can't win.  If the parent is losing it, I think,"Awe...what did you expect?"  If the kids is waling like a banshee, I think, "How long till you get your brat out of here?!"  I know; nobody will ever mistake me for Mary Poppins or Mother Theresa.  


Of course, THE ELVES.  I am not anti-elf.  Hats or antlers off to those who find time to come up with the energy and holiday cheer to endure the little imps' shenanigans and clean up after them.  However they do offend my pet peeve of UBIQUITY.  Click HERE if you need further explanation.

FruitcakesLiteral and other.  I don't care what Alton Brown says, I've never tasted one that I wanted a second bite of.  Waste of good liquor.  In Colorado there's a special day for folks to hurl these in competition.  Saw somewhere: NEVER HURL AT SOMEONE, (such as a family member).  Good tip.   As for the other fruitcakes, allow me to quote Jack, "Go sell crazy somewhere else; we're all stocked up here."

Can't gripe about enough: PACKAGING.  The wax paper that crackers are packaged in, that tears because superglue is used to fasten opening.  The triple triple stitch that is used to secure scratchy tags to kids clothes.  The itty bitty whateveryoucallems, that are used to secure Barbie, and Barbie's clothes to the cardboard.  The razor sharp plastic that's used to encase every single toy, that pretty much guarantees the need for bandaids for anyone who dares to open the package.  

Toys that break before the sun sets on the 25th.


Less than Santa's Nice List worthy behavior in my kids.  Might have to endure one of those elves after all.

Lastly, people that dress their pets up in holiday wear Actually, this doesn't bother me.  Most always brings a smile and/or laugh.  I do agree however with the notion, that this is why pets bite, claw up curtains, and leave special little presents for you in your favorite pair of shoes.


Happy Holidays.