3 Weeks Late

3 weeks ago, the awesome Rachel over at How Fickle is Woman gave me this award...

I kept putting off writing back because I was either too busy to blog, or the subject I wanted to blog about that day could include the award. Anyways, today is the day, and I have some great stuff to write about for this award. According to the rules, you must really open up with your readers in order to accept this award. I believe that I am very open with y'all on what happens in my life, but here is some honesty about me as a person..

I want to talk about a couple serious pet peeves I recently realized I have. First, dirty car windows. I was riding in Ivy's car last week and her windows were digusting. Inside from her dog's slobber, and outside from the weather. It was driving my nuts. Like this post, Ivy's night driving scares me and she knows it, so I told her it might be because her windows were dirty, so maybe that's why she was having a hard time seeing. After we had dinner, I told her to pull into the gas station so I could clean them for her. After I cleaned the outside, I continued to grab a few paper towels and clean the insides. I was scrubbing on them forever it felt like. It made me remember how when I was younger, I was always telling my parents to turn on the windshield wipers because the windshield was "a little" dirty. They said they could see fine, but it was that little bit of dirt that bugged me the most. Then when we would go on road trips, y'all know how bugs basically gets burnt onto the windshield, i'd tell my dad i'd clean the windshiled because he did a crap job. He would barely scrub, gets no bugs off at all and just making smear marks all over. I'd get out there and scrub those bugs off till the sponge brush thingy tore apart. I didn't care, I just needed that windshield clean. Dirty winshields still bug me to this day. I don't know why, they just do. How hard is it to clean your fricken windows? Maybe it's because I don't think that most people are as good of drivers as me, so I feel they need to be able to see properly.

Pet peeve number two comes from the male restroom. Yes, I'm a male and occasionally miss the toilet a tad, but it's usually when i'm tired or drunk, and at home. How hard is it to hit the fricken urinal?? I hate having to walk up to the urinal and see a puddle of piss right where I need to stand. So now I feel like I need to stand a foot or so away from the urinal and shoot for distance is order to not get piss on my shoes. Maybe that's exactly what happened; A string of accidents. One guy comes in and shakes too early dropping some pee on the floor. The next guy comes in and doesn't want to stand in the dribble, so he steps back a few inches. In the process, he is not over the urinal, hence the ending of his flow puts a little on the floor as well. The next guy comes in and same thing. By the time I get in there, I'm shooting for record distance trying not to pee on my own pants or shoes. I would expect this sort of thing at a place where their are a lot of children, because they miss a lot. They just haven't had the hose experience yet. But I see this at my office every fricken day! EVERY FRICKEN DAY!! Put that shit in your hand, aim, shoot, and give a little shake at the end, but do it over the urinal. It's almost garanteed you won't miss.

Alright, well that's enough for today. I never saw in the rules of this award how many people I was suppose to pass this along to, so here are a couple I'm giving it to...

Little Ms Sunshine

Celeste

and of course...

http://thatmilitarygirl.blogspot.com/

Happy Hump Day!!!