(Love to) Hate List

I was "tagged" by my friends at Green Parenting (via Izzy Mom, It Feels Kinda Good) while I was away on vacation and so I missed it completely. Now that I have noticed the tag, I feel like I want to participate.  Here's the meme: make a list of 20 things you hate. 

I must confess up front that this idea makes me a little uncomfortable. I grew up in one of those homes where, if you didn't have something nice to say, you weren't supposed to say it.  Repression was my friend. So the thought of posting 20 complaints seems extravagant. 

At the same time, perhaps I am a little worried about "opening the floodgates."  I like to think of this blog as a positive touchstone for people in similar circumstances to ours.  I also like to think that other lesbian parents or parents-to-be would find this blog reassuring. What if The Other Mother quickly morphed into a RANT blog?  Enough of my silliness though.  Let's begin.

1. I hate it when people stand in front of the refrigerator with the door open for a very long time.
2. I hate it when people give me advice when I never asked for any.
3. I hate spam.
4. I hate to trip or stumble, even if I don't fall and even if nobody sees me do it.
5. I hate being fat, and at the same time I also hate watching what I eat.
6. I hate worrying and wish that I didn't worry so much.  What a waste of time!
7. I hate tapioca.
8. I hate having to assemble baby gear--exersaucers, bouncy seats, cribs, bassinets, etc.  You name it; I hate it.  Even the boxes that say NO ASSEMBLY REQUIRED are a pain!
9. I hate how difficult it is to extract the toys from their packages.
10. I hate missing my dog Jake.  Loss stays hard for a long, long time.
11. I hate it when my children suffer, and there's nothing I can do to help.
12. I hate the way people claim to be religious and godly in order to justify their hateful, bigoted behavior.
13. I hate war.  It's hard for me to understand why it still exists.  Isn't there a better way to solve problems?
14. I hate the way the news shows on television only tell about disasters, murders, and crimes.
15. I hate business jargon.  Not my own of course, just other people's.  Phrases such as buy in, 360 evaluation, hacks and networking.  Just shoot me.
16. I hate ice cream.  Joke!  Joke! A magenta herring to make sure you're still paying attention.
17. I hate it when people say: I hate blogs.  How can you categorically hate all blogs?  What Scrooges.
18. I hate it when I lose things.
19. I hate ice and freezing cold weather.  Guess that's why I live in Houston.
20. I hate it when I don't get comments on my blog!

Your turn.  Let her rip!

Comments

[miah]

I had a feeling you would think the list was too much...but I like your rant, anyhows. I'm with you on the religious excuses for hate...And I used to hate losing things until I lost so many things. Now I just remain curious about what I'm going to lose next.

[HappyMamatoThree]

Oh you have yet to reach the age of the toys that have 40000000000 parts, must be put together between midnight and 5 am for Christmas morning, and you realize the most important piece is missing just as you hear the sound of little feet coming down the hall. Then as they get a little older as ours have begun to do, they no longer want to affordable gift that requires assembly, they want the expensive one that requires accessories and a 3 year contract.

And people who not only stand in front of the open fridge door for 5 minutes, close the fridge, walk away, come back 2 minutes later and do it all over again. Does something new suddenly appear in there when the door closes and the light goes off?

C

[salcam]

Ok, war I get, and toy packaging for sure..but Tapioca? TAPIOCA?

Oh, slimy balls of goodness, so much comfort they can bring.

More for me! (ha!)

[mopsa]

Tapioca makes me want to hurl. I feel you, sister.

[Alexandra]

Ok, I'll make a small list:

I hate going to the grocery store. I would like my basket of food delivered every day with a polka-dotted bow.

I hate tapioca, too! The texture is creepy.

I hate to write, except for code.