Friday, January 27, 2006

Things That Make Me Leave the Room or Just Go Crazy

1. Mouth noises - This includes but is not limited to: dry mouth slapping of the tongue, a nursing child (although, sometimes that makes me laugh), incessant chewing with a wide open mouth. SERIOUSLY PEOPLE... Are you two years old?

2. Silverware squeaking on the dishes - People do this quite frequently. Heck, I do it. Most times the act is inevitable, but it still makes me lose it. I cannot STAND the sound of knives and forks squeaking along our dishes. Steak knives are usually the worst.

3. Gritting teeth - This is something that a child in my house began doing recently. I'm sure he is tense and hence the grinding. But it's so loud and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

4. Zing! - The sound that shoots through someone's head and eating utensil when they choose to pull their food off with their teeth. Argh!

5. Fingernails on a Chalkboard - I am aware that this bothers a large number of people. I share in your pain.

6. People talking during a concert / movie / tv show - Why?? WHY do people pay good money for a ticket and then insist on carrying a conversation through the event?? Not only are they dumb, but they are ruining the experience for other ticket purchasers. Once, I moved in the theater because the stupid teenage girl behind me decided to answer her cell phone during the most intense portion of the movie. Listen - If you want to live, just don't talk during this stuff.

7. Channel Surfing - Quickly surfing through stations doesn't normally bother me. It's when the "remote master" goes slowly enough for the sound of each station to register and all I experience is flashing images of "Wel" - black - "Fol" - black - "ase al" - black - "Tonig".

8. Whispering - Occasionally on Sunday mornings I am in the tech booth as Technical Director. The men, bless their hearts, do NOT know how to whisper. My dad is guilty of it too. The deep voice emerges from their lips and they truly think they are whispering, but instead, I'm hunching down out of view trying to deflect their desire to talk so the people stop staring.

9. Sleeping soundly? - I hate being startled awake. Actually, I usually need 15 minutes or so to properly wake up without turning into a monster.

10. The word "moist" - I don't think I need to explain.

11. Static - I am constantly shocking myself and shocking others. The feeling of static is obnoxious.

12. Dry hands / feet - I cannot go to bed until my hands and feet have been properly lotioned. If I am in a position that I cannot located any relief from the dryness, the feeling will follow me until I find some.

13. Dull pencils - My experience with pencils faded out after high school. I used mostly magic pens or sharpies in college, but I am required to use pencils at work. And for some reason they have to be perfectly sharp for me to use them. The sharpener gets quite a workout.

14. Sticky fingers - I blame my father for this one. When we were growing up, Dad was constantly wiping our hands because he hated sticky fingers. Now, it is nearly impossible (I say nearly because I can do it, I just don't like to) for me to eat something without having a crumpled napkin in my left hand or nearby ready for use.

15. Windshield Wipers - You know when the rain has stopped falling but the driver doesn't notice the wipers are still going. Squuuueak squeak. Squuuueak squeak.

16. Myself - I'm sure I am guilty of many things that annoy me. For instance, it bothers me when I am eating chips during a tv show and I know that the people around are trying to hear the television. My joints pop and crack all the time. I make random noises for no apparent reason. I point out the annoying part of a song and take it upon myself to tell others about
it so they can share in my misery. I talk a lot. I am whiny. I listen to talk radio. Okay, I can stop now.

What are some of the things that make you crazy?

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Snowfall


It snowed ten inches here yesterday, but it's that fabulous wet packing snow so driving to work this morning with the sun coming up over the slight mountains revealed a scene similar to that of the snowy scene in Whoville.

Much to my delight, a tall evergreen near the road weighed down heavily under the white drifts released itself of the pressure, shot a branch upward in a sigh, and the compacted flakes of merriment fell twenty feet to the ground below - shimmering fantastically as if encouraging neighboring trees to do the same.

Never have I been a fan of cold weather, but if you could see what I see every morning, you would instead choose to praise God for such beauty to behold.

It's days like this that call me out of bed the next morning.