tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post4418807342070742059..comments2008-04-02T16:18:32.065-05:00Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-65832981826672936162008-04-02T16:18:00.000-05:002008-04-02T16:18:00.000-05:00Moi - Niecy Nash?! Too funny. I'm with you on the big white guy trash talk. As if I have a right to say "no you did-ent girlfriend!"<BR/><BR/>Yeah, no.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-427524967775274412008-04-02T16:08:00.000-05:002008-04-02T16:08:00.000-05:00Oh, also?<BR/><BR/>Decaf coffee and non-sweet snacks! If I am going to haul my cookies somewhere, I want to be rewarded with extra caffeine and sugar at every step.Moihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422796516804813561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-60192745577769145202008-04-01T20:21:00.000-05:002008-04-01T20:21:00.000-05:00Honored to be back.<BR/><BR/>I am HUGELY annoyed by people who say nuke-u-lar. Also, big white guys who say things are a hot mess. Do you look like Niecy Nash? I didn't think so.Moihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05422796516804813561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-18376389213185285082008-02-29T22:31:00.000-06:002008-02-29T22:31:00.000-06:00markira - Sure, the toilet flushes all the time... EXCEPT WHEN YOU WANT IT TO!<BR/><BR/>dkaye - You just did my friend. No paperwork, no dues, just a comment and you're in. Welcome!Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-3386462553190570952008-02-29T22:27:00.000-06:002008-02-29T22:27:00.000-06:00ok - how exactly can i join this group! i could be a very valuable member as my annoyances are many and trite. :)<BR/><BR/>(Senora Patron - drinkin' and buzzin' on a Friday nite.)dKaye.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16490983539185719717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-59902698471696867502008-02-29T15:27:00.000-06:002008-02-29T15:27:00.000-06:00How about pretty much ALL of the automated features in public bathrooms these days? There's some kind of magic movement you have to accidentally discover before you can get them to work, and then they shut off too fast.<BR/><BR/>And the freakin' motion-sensor toilets that flush all the time.markirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13251025210237420959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-42175845897891580612008-02-29T07:39:00.000-06:002008-02-29T07:39:00.000-06:00marie - Boy, kind of a whiner if you ask me... I mean how bad can it be to have someone crash through your livingroom? Sheesh.<BR/><BR/>sornie - You are more than welcome here... and we have lots of tissues.<BR/><BR/>chicky - I always let them lie.<BR/><BR/>ve - And I'm going to go with the automatic towel dispensers that <I>never</I> go off and so you wind up doing that stupid hula dance in front of it with your hands.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-450612612928019782008-02-28T23:21:00.000-06:002008-02-28T23:21:00.000-06:00I'm gonna go with those stupid automatic towel dispensers that go off every single time you pass by them because some nimwad installed them too close to the foot traffic.VEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00730956006290504616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-27231514726595406732008-02-28T19:22:00.000-06:002008-02-28T19:22:00.000-06:00Aw, I like the sound of snoring dogs.Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-73677317760850710212008-02-28T16:08:00.000-06:002008-02-28T16:08:00.000-06:00My wife hates it when I sniff my nose. She's almost punched me because of it. I think I want in on your support group. It sounds so dysfunctional that I'd fit right in.Sorniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13057350597607764166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-64530619100811301672008-02-28T13:00:00.000-06:002008-02-28T13:00:00.000-06:00People that crash their car through my living room.<BR/><BR/>Midwives that spend three hours meeting with me only to tell me afterward they're unavailable.<BR/><BR/>When my usual lighthearted funny morning show decides to spend three days raising money for the children's hospice.<BR/><BR/>People that call but have nothing to say.<BR/><BR/>When my kids ask for food items that don't exist, like "bear M&M's."<BR/><BR/>The neighbor kid on his pogo stick.Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03289584923725420572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-13420534640197829032008-02-28T12:37:00.000-06:002008-02-28T12:37:00.000-06:00g - One phrase (not urban but more business related) that's gotten on my last nerve is, "at the end of the day..." That was done to death like 5 years ago, and I'm STILL hearing it. Help!<BR/><BR/>mom thumb - Yeah, that background *flush* pretty much tells the whole stinkin story.<BR/><BR/>jenny - What? I could never insult you. I'm sure you are mistaken. That handshake thing is even worse when you're a guy.<BR/><BR/>rick - Hey, he's the decider and if he decides to broadcast over Regis, well what can you do.<BR/><BR/>markira - Oh my... I may have to hire more staff. But thank you for coming - you are indeed welcome here.<BR/><BR/>jennine - How about tuna in the mayo? Erp. <BR/>And who needs those mother-clucking librarians indeed!Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-1918577269256921252008-02-28T11:54:00.000-06:002008-02-28T11:54:00.000-06:00How bout butter bits in the jelly jar or potato chip bags which are impossible to unseal without potato chips flying everywhere. Then there's pulling into the gas station as some dude is changing the price on the gas sign after just hiking up the price.<BR/><BR/>My greatest annoyance, however, is our unreasonably judgeMENTAL librarian who clucks her tongue when I return a late book as if I just returned from a seriel killing spree of seal cubs. I'm pretty sure my late fees PAY HER SALARY.<BR/><BR/>Ok.<BR/><BR/>That felt good.Jenninewww.jenninejohnson.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-8785319127037900172008-02-28T11:53:00.000-06:002008-02-28T11:53:00.000-06:00g, I just used that "that's how I roll" phrase on a blog comment this morning. I WAS JOKING. I know how stupid it sounds coming from me.<BR/><BR/>I hate the sound of people chewing with their mouth open. Especially gum, because they never.stop.chewing. My kids do this ALL THE TIME. I can hear this from two rooms away. Stop. Stop NOW. And then they will sit rightnexttome and do it. AAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH. <BR/><BR/>I hate tailgaters. I will deliberately slow waaaaaay down when we are in a no-pass zone just to piss them off and get them to back the F* up.<BR/><BR/>People who carry on a constant conversation with someone else while you are on the phone with them. You never know who they're directing a comment to.<BR/><BR/>Advertisers who think that everyone watching has the IQ of a shoe.<BR/><BR/>People who assume that you will also love their dog, and that the leash law does not apply to them. Also people who bring their dogs to your kids' sports stuff and then watch as the dog obviously annoys you but do nothing to rein in said dog.<BR/><BR/>Similar with people who do not keep their toddlers from running out onto the field or the court. It is not enough that you start to get your child once they are on the field. They should not have gotten that far. (yes, ex-husband, I am looking at you and your new child)<BR/><BR/>People who know darn well they are blocking everyone's view by standing up along the fenceline when there is seating provided but assume that their interest in the event supercedes that of every other person present.<BR/><BR/>I think I desperately need a membership here. mkmarkirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13251025210237420959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-79183079045732540302008-02-28T11:40:00.000-06:002008-02-28T11:40:00.000-06:00I,ve got a good one. All week Regis and Kelly have been in L.A.. Regis has been promising to to give us a tour of the Hollywood home he lived in back in the 60's.<BR/> So today instead, I get an hour of that giant ass clown George W. Bush telling me what a great job he's been doing. He makes my brain hurt.ricknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-87419223081755704912008-02-28T11:21:00.000-06:002008-02-28T11:21:00.000-06:00People who come to my blog and leave funny comments that make me laugh until I realize that they're actually trying to insult me.<BR/><BR/>*Jeff*<BR/><BR/>Also, people who go to shake my hand but only take the front part of my hand and end up holding it like they're going to kiss it or something. What's up with that?Mama Drama Jenny, the Bloggesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13718481135182612620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-26939714638628980802008-02-28T11:19:00.000-06:002008-02-28T11:19:00.000-06:00People who eat while on the phone with you, that's gross. People who are on the toilet while on the phone with you, well, there are no words.Mom Thumbhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15191483830587029419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-832878761475446972008-02-28T09:04:00.000-06:002008-02-28T09:04:00.000-06:00I'm back and I'm annoyed - by the phrase "because that's how I roll." I'm extremely annoyed by the use of rejected urban slang, esepecially by someone who is white and middle-aged. It goes right through me. End of rant.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-86768273151716325052008-02-28T09:00:00.000-06:002008-02-28T09:00:00.000-06:00susan - How about when a huge 4x4 pulls up behind you and fries your retinas with its headlights in your rear-view mirror? <BR/><BR/>heather - Aaaaa! I can't eat things on wooden sticks either! Just thinking about it makes me cringe!<BR/><BR/>mooselet - Drivers who don't signal for ANY reason are a menace to society.<BR/><BR/>elizabeth - ESPECIALLY when they leave the pile in my front yard! Hello...<BR/><BR/>kathy - Holy cow... it's a frenzy over there! I think your group is going to need a few more meetings.<BR/><BR/>doozie - Sorry Doozie, we have a strict "no stabbing" policy. It's tends to make people even crankier. But if you leave your knives at the door you are always welcome.<BR/><BR/>shieldmaden96 - Nonstoptalkers ARE annoying. And they're always the most eager to talk when you have the least amount of time.<BR/><BR/>g - Actually, this IS the meeting. We hold our meetings in the comments section. Welcome!Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13868852480996815442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-87906293949951670882008-02-28T08:37:00.000-06:002008-02-28T08:37:00.000-06:00Oh and banana eaters - yuck! Good one Carla.Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-43320219586514186722008-02-28T08:36:00.000-06:002008-02-28T08:36:00.000-06:00Jeff, I keep my nails shortish for that very reason. I annoy myself if I feel long nails on the keyboard.<BR/><BR/>Let's see, living in NYC, my list of annoyances are as long and wide as Queens Blvd, but it's early and I'll stick to this morning's:<BR/><BR/>None. Wow - none yet. But I am annoyed by the useless waste caused by my coworkers who wontonly use styrofoam. Landfill, people. I guess I'm not annoyed yet because I'm alone in the office. <BR/><BR/>This meeting was cathartic. Even if it's not the actual meeting. Maybe I'm annoyed I didn't know about the meeting!Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16075495407192340894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-55468949720520409802008-02-28T08:16:00.000-06:002008-02-28T08:16:00.000-06:00People who never.stop.talking. I got back from an ambulance transfer last night and walked into the office and was immediately enveloped in what I call 'The Wall of Sound'...a woman who never takes a breath. And to torture us, she says, "Well, I'm gonna head home..." and DOESN'T LEAVE. Shut up already. And go. I hate you. <BR/><BR/>And as for the bad parkers...my car is a POS. People do that 'one toe over the line, sweet Jesus' thing in the CHURCH PARKING LOT....I guess the bright yellow lines aren't clear enough. Our lot is small. So I wedge my 14 year old Saturn right on in there. They frequently buff my rear quarter panel with their coats getting into their cars. Park straight, brothers and sisters. For the love of God, park straight.Shieldmaiden96http://www.blogger.com/profile/04673938377819957295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-56947157662889767072008-02-28T07:59:00.000-06:002008-02-28T07:59:00.000-06:00holy mother thats a lot of annoyances! and I am truly honored to be a part of your post, and yes please let me into the group. what do I have to do for initiation? do I get to stab someone thats annoying?Dooziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01259139369919001270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-84704440977547411492008-02-28T06:09:00.000-06:002008-02-28T06:09:00.000-06:00Jeff! I need some help over at <A HREF="http://www.junkdrawerblog.com/2008/02/if-you-missed-the-last-meeting.html" REL="nofollow">The Junk Drawer</A> because I didn't bring enough chairs for the PA Chapter meeting and everyone's cranky now. Can you spare me some for the next meeting? And I think we need to switch the refreshments to de-caf coffee and non-sugary sweets. And we need an Enya CD. The Weird Al Yankovic I played sent everyone over the edge. Oh, and did you get the cotton balls for the gavel yet? We need those. I gotta go back over now. Someone's getting beat over the head with a shoe.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12168816435565273787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803058.post-317813836750042622008-02-27T21:33:00.000-06:002008-02-27T21:33:00.000-06:00People who walk their dogs and don't pick up their dog's poop. Pick up your dog poop!!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06544076384942487436noreply@blogger.com