A woman weighs easily 330 pounds 5 foot 3 - complains about her feet ache, knees give out, her back hurts, blood pressure is high...Ya think? Worst of all she works in a hospital. It gets very annoying!|
Reply #661. Jun 22 10, 7:59 PM
Reply #662. Jun 24 10, 6:26 AM
A diminutive ovine rustler.|
Reply #663. Jun 24 10, 6:27 AM
Godiva, that goes with all those sayings about the dentist's wife having the worst teeth, or the cobbler's children having no shoes. |
A boy who was in the same class as my son for five years had head lice every single day of those five years, and his mother was a children's nurse. They're small and very annoying things. The head lice, not the boy.
Reply #664. Jun 24 10, 6:53 AM
Sometimes when my mother and I are standing and talking she claps me on the shoulder or on the top of my thigh if we are sitting. Really bugs me and it takes great restraint to not react.|
Reply #665. Jun 24 10, 12:54 PM
I must have been well into my thirties before my mother stopped trying to grab my arm to steer me across the road safely. Now I do it to her.|
Reply #666. Jun 24 10, 3:20 PM
I was in my forties and my mother was still brushing my hair back off my forehead. |
Reply #667. Jun 25 10, 6:48 AM
When nobody closes the front gate and it swings in the wind|
Reply #668. Jun 28 10, 3:52 AM
Inconsiderate scum next door sitting in the garden at all hours, shouting and screaming. Sometimes they have feral children/grandchildren staying, and they're outside till all hours, screaming and howling and sobbing and shouting, and kicking or hitting balls around. |
They went in at five to eleven. There were a lot of goodnights and goodbyes, followed by silence, which is the normal condition in most gardens at eleven o'clock in the evening. Perhaps someone read my mind and saw that I was about to start screaming obscenities over the fence.
Spoke too soon. Stuck pig noises outside. Anyone within ten miles of Bedford, put your fingers in your ears. OK, they've gone now.
These "people" have been renting the house next door for a few years now, and everything they do is noisy or stinks or both. If they can afford the rent, they can afford a mortgage. Preferably in Luton. The Marsh Farm Estate would suit them down to the ground.
Reply #669. Jul 01 10, 4:09 PM
My mother was telling me to get my hair out of my eyes and asking me why I didn't "fluff up my hair a bit" until she died when I was thirty-seven. |
I'll have to admit that I still throw my arm across my daughter when I'm driving and she's a passenger and we come to sudden stop. It irritates her no end.
Revenge is mine, saith my mother somewhere in the Great Beyond.
Reply #670. Jul 01 10, 4:46 PM
Yes, mothers, huh. And sooner or later we will change in them, too. I caught myself more than once doing to my daughter the same thing my mother did to me. And she was more patient with me than I was with my mother.|
Reply #671. Jul 01 10, 6:10 PM
Revenge is mine this morning. The stuck pigs were out in force after eleven o'clock yesterday evening. |
At eleven o'clock this morning, my lovely gardener turned up and started strimming in the back garden. Everything is so neglected that it needs to be scythed or strimmed. A mower would just slide around on top of the jungle, and burst into tears.
An annoying noise becomes even more annoying when you think it's stopped and it starts again. That's the beauty of a strimmer - that you have to keep stopping to pull the cord out. He plans to keep this up for two hours.
It's just occurred to me that not only do these people screech in the back garden, and have the TV at the front of the house on top decibel; they're also the shower of ... shower that cut my telephone line a year ago. So I don't think I owe them any consideration at all. Unfortunately I daren't put that to the test because it'll make them think they have carte blanche to deafen the neighbourhood all day long. Argh kill.
Reply #672. Jul 03 10, 5:17 AM
Lesley, don't you have noise abatement laws where you live? Here we cannot make excessive noise after 11:00 p.m. or the cops get a call. Have you thought of getting together with other neighbours who are having their peace disturned by the loud louts and petitioning the owner of the house to evict his/her tenants? |
Reply #673. Jul 03 10, 7:24 AM
We do have laws... |
I thought the owners came once a month to check on the property, but I haven't seen them for months.
The last time I saw them, I told Mrs that they fill my house up with smoke, from cigarettes and rancid barbecues. I sit at the back of the house, where it's cool, and opening a window means letting their stink in. Her solution?
"Open a window at the front then."
(Mr was keeping very quiet.)
She wasn't particularly bothered about the noise, which is pretty bloody rich considering she complained about Jonathan's violin practice once, and he never played another note in the house after that. What does she expect if she goes to bed at half past eight?
I tried very hard to make him start again - I missed hearing it, as much as anything - but he wouldn't budge.
She told me if the Queen moved in I'd complain about the corgis. Har bloody har.
Reply #674. Jul 03 10, 9:10 AM
Lesley, I had neighbours like that once. Through devious means, I found out who the landlord was and got his home phone number. Then, every time they disturbed me, I phoned him - no matter what time of the day or night it was. After he received a couple of phone calls at 2.00 and 3.00 a.m., he soon evicted them and sold the house, and we finally got decent neighbours. |
Reply #675. Jul 03 10, 2:02 PM
FunTrivia powers-that-be arbitrarily and capriciously censoring posts that expose and denounce hypocritical and false statements made by a certain chat board darling.|
This chat board darling, who fancies himself to be SatanBoy, solicited questions on his 'blog' about a month ago, and I indulged him by asking him a perfectly legitimate question that had to with his professed hatred of the fans of a certain sports team. All I asked was why he hated them. His response to me was three words, and three words only: "wah, wah, wah". Very impolite, and disrectpectful towards me. I bit my tongue and let it slide, not my nature to engage such insolent people, until I saw him dissing someone on the 'Crystal Ball' thread a couple days ago and boasting about how he was brought up to speak his mind. And he was accusing this other poster of being rude! I felt I had to intervene and remind him of that cute and crude "wah, wah, wah" response he had so graciously given me a while back. I also gave my opinion of my experiences with the 'Crystal Ball' game, as this was the thread we were in. So within hours, I saw that my post had been deleted, and I asked why it was deleted and I have not gotten an answer. There is obviously preferential treatment given to some over others on these chat boards, some are allowed to get away with things that others are not, and I think that's wrong, and unfair. Small and annoying indeed.
Reply #676. Jul 03 10, 3:05 PM
MotherGoose, what a brilliant idea - thank you! I have got his mobile number. I haven't spoken to him for months, so I'd need to check it first... |
Here is a story I told in the blogs, but I enjoyed it, so here goes once again. His first wife liked her "music" (drum and bass, mostly; loud, always), and didn't give a hoot about the time or the neighbours. She explained to me once, slowly and carefully, out of extreme deference to my extreme age (she was all of 23, with an inordinately high opinion of herself), that the music kept her company while she was alone in the house, that she needed it to be loud so that she could hear it anywhere in the house, and she needed to have the windows open "because it's very warm, you see." That was in case I hadn't noticed that it was spring.
I had noticed. It was the first warm day of the year, and I'd gone to hang some washing in the back garden. I'd got about 60 feet from the back of the house, when her "music" came on, and it was so loud that I dropped the washing.
On one occasion, we got Jonathan home from school, and her music was so loud that our shared wall, and the floors, were vibrating. We went next door and asked her if she would please make it quieter. "I'll think about it." By the time we got back to our house, it was deafening. Abandon logic and courtesy; seek help; see woman next door on the opposite side. She sympathised and lent us two of her available children.
Jonathan was about nine and had just started learning the flute. The girl next door was about eight and had just started learning the recorder. Her little brother was five, and his main instrument was the car hooter when Daddy got home - he could play that for hours - but we gave him a toy whistle, with a plunger that altered the pitch by a tone or two.
The trio positioned themselves in our back garden, near the houses and as close as possible to the fence between us, and tootled at top volume. She made hers louder. They continued and she turned hers up as loud as it would go. They carried on.
The neighbourhood dogs were very unhappy, and so was she. Eventually, she turned her "music" off, stormed out of the house - *stamp* *slam* - got in her car - *slam* *vroom* - and drove off.
That was the last time her music was so loud. I think she moved out soon after that. She was not missed. She's Italian, and the Italians in Bedford always hoot when they drive past a house belonging to people they know. She knew an awful lot of people with cars, and we were constantly on edge waiting for the next hoot. Do they do that anywhere else? I haven't come across it outside Bedford.
It's a few minutes off midnight, and outside is silent. Perhaps they're all dead.
notaratface - it's hardly small and annoying when it alienates members. I'd say that favouritism is in fact quite big and annoying. As we are adults and free agents, I would say that favouritism working against us is actually very dodgy indeed.
Reply #677. Jul 03 10, 5:00 PM
Notaratface, in the same thread of the Crystal Ball I asked everyone to stop this silly quarrel ina post and it was deleted, too. Oh, well, I don´t mind:)|
Reply #678. Jul 03 10, 5:20 PM
Here in the USA we have a television channel called "LIFETIME" I loathe it. I see the Ads for it on other channels, Always a woman "wronged" ... it is depressing. Who watches these horrible programs?|
Reply #679. Jul 03 10, 6:29 PM
People with dirty finger nails.|
People who wear socks with sandles.
People who send me chain emails.
People who reply 'No Problem' instead of 'You're welcome'
That's all for now.
Reply #680. Jul 03 10, 9:50 PM
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