Peeves

No, not the Peeves ghost that plays tricks in Harry Potter, but pet peeves.  I'm in the mood to rant.  

First:  bad drivers, especially the Americans here that think they are far superior drivers to the locals.  I'm heading to the px this morning, and as I'm driving along, this idiot woman backs out of her driveway right in front of me.  Didn't even think to look or acknowledge that she almost backed into my car, which was moving along at a speed of a whopping 40 kph.  She gets on the main road and is weaving in and out of traffic like a lunatic.  I see her heading towards me, probably thinking of cutting me off, but at that point I was done.  I kept trucking along and she got stuck behind me, since there were 2 trucks in the other 2 lanes.  She then tailgates me all the way to the px.  I was so irritated!

Second:  sunglasses with white frames.  Seriously, people have to know that they look ridiculous.  I'm sorry if any of you out there have these glasses, and wear them, but they drive me nuts.  I don't care if they're Prada, Gucci, Chanel or whatever, they look stupid and cheap.  Especially those big ones.  YUCK.  Just because some nut like Paris Hilton wears them, does not mean it's okay.  Grab a good pair of Smiths, Oakleys, Tifosis or whatever and you'll look much better.

Third:  people who refuse to discipline their kids.  I'm in the px and this little boy is SCREAMING for ice cream.  It's not even 10 am and he's throwing a full on tantrum.  His mom, grandma and grandpa are all saying things like "not right now, maybe later" and "please, please, please don't do that", over and over again.  Smack him!  He needs a good old fashioned spanking!  

Fourth:  people who roll their eyes and give me dirty looks for disciplining my kids.  We're at the commissary this morning, and A decides to whine and start crying because he wants bubbles, which he saw hanging in one of the aisles.  I tell him, "no, we are not buying bubbles, you don't need them".  He gets really mad and starts to scream.  I stop the cart and tell him that if he does not quit right now, I will take him to the car and spank his butt.  I go to move along and there is this woman giving me the look.  Like her freakin kids have never thrown a tantrum and I'm the devil for telling A he will get a spanking.  Well, next aisle comes along and the little bugger starts up again.  So, off we go to the car.  He got a spanking, we went back in and finished our shopping, in peace.  Yes, I spanked his butt on his birthday.  I'm that mean.  Discipline, it works.  

Fifth:  recipes that are just stupid.  I tried to make a persian cookie thing for our persian lunch themed bible study tomorrow.  It was a stupid, stupid recipe.  It turned icky, gross and messy.  And all my ingredients are wasted.  I checked the internet for other recipes for the same thing, and they were all exact.  CRAP.

Okay, I think I'm done.  Wow, I must be seriously PMSing.  I bet when C reads this he'll be thinking:  "oh thank goodness I wasn't home on that day!"