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The Monday Peeve 18

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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I need to give a shout-out to Melanie (Sparks from a combustible mind) for inspiring this peeve. One of her posts reminded me that I had this topic on my mental peeve list, but so many new annoying things happened that I forgot about it. Well, before that happens again, here it is!

There’s this trend that I hate (one of) where a woman of 40+ poses nude or in a skimpy bikini and people fall all over themselves to exclaim how she “doesn’t look her age.” But let me say that I am not opposed to people posing nude if that makes them happy bla bla. That’s not the issue here.

My issue is this constant drumbeat of how if any woman over 40 (or 50, etc.) looks good, then she “doesn’t look her age.” Wtf? Maybe over 40 is an attractive age to be! Perhaps over 50 is as well! Why is ayyyy congrats you don’t look older than dirt a compliment? Eff off! Who the hell decided that only 23 year olds can look good, so if anyone older does, she must be some kind of freak of nature? Oh right. Men decided that! 🙄

Another issue is when you get someone who is clearly surgically altered and/or enhanced, not to mention richer than God, posing very very carefully on her yacht or whatever. This is the one percent of the one percent… not something any normal woman could aspire to, and it isn’t even how the celeb looks anyway. It’s all fake! So, why even comment on how great she looks “for her age” (or any age) or ogle her as if any normal man would even be able to get through security to say hello to her? It’s all so stupid!

Stop fawning over celebrities. It’s gross.

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Image originally from Pixabay.

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The Monday Peeve 17

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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So, Apple emails me to warn me I have only a lil bit of cloud left. Hey, get off my cloud! I kicked some crap off, but it didn’t help much. I saw that I could buy a bigger piece of cloud for only 99 cents a month. Good deal. I will do this!

Ha ha ha ha. First, I tried to sign in on my phone. Nupe. It didn’t like my password. Go reset it in iTunes, it said. Okies. I went to my laptop and tried to find iTunes. Where’d it go? There was only Apple Music. I spent a few minutes obsessing over the fact that most of the songs were downloaded by my daughters when they were 10/12 and I never heard of these songs. I received permission to delete them. (Songs not daughters.)

But back to the cloud. Still almost full. What to dooo? Password reset… right! A vague tidbit of memory floated back about how there was no more iTunes… I googled. Yep. Just Apple Music now. Okay. I reset my pw there and deleted (hid) the weird songs. Then I returned to my phone to deal with cloud buying. It refused to accept my new pw. So I reset it again there. Then I put in my cc info and address, made purchase.

All yesterday (Thursday) I waited for the storage bar to update with my new bigger piece o cloud, but nothing happened. My bank had no charge on my card either. Argh! Maybe it needed to connect to WiFi to update? No. Turn off and on? Nope.

This morning (Friday), there was still no update. I tried to start over. It asked for my pw and would not accept my new one. I had to reset it again! Then all the cc info, including my address, I had entered and saved yesterday had disappeared. Argh! Why won’t Apple take my money? How is their stock price so high? Insane.

But finally the whole stupid thing worked and I have more cloud. Yay technology woo hoo. Rah. 🙄

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Image originally from Pixabay.

©️2020 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 16

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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As I reorganize my drawers after moving, I realize I have a ton of random buttons. Some are loose and some are in little packets. Others have a length of matching thread attached. To which article of clothing do these buttons belong? Hell if I know! I stuck them all in a baggie and smooshed them behind my lingerie, never to be seen again, probably. Luckily, they don’t take up much space.

But it’s annoying! Many articles of clothing have spare buttons sewn into an inside seam or pocket. That way, if you lose a button, you know exactly where to find a matching one. You don’t have to hunt through the button baggie in hopes of stumbling on the right replacement. Why can’t all spare buttons be done this way instead of coming in those silly packets or separately loose?

And what about stuff I’ve dumped? Their spare buttons may still be hopelessly waiting in the baggie forever, while some poor soul who picks up my old sweater at Goodwill might never be able to find the matching replacement button. What a tragic scenario! 😢

Remember folks, no peeve is too minor for TMP. We don’t judge.

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Image originally from Pixabay.

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 15

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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What is up with people who knock on the door to a work suite? It’s not my bedroom for Pete’s sake! It’s a public business! Just open the door and come in like a normal person. Do you knock on the door of Target and wait for someone to open it? I’m not a freaking butler. And invariably it isn’t a client who does this but some annoying salesperson who shouldn’t be in the building in the first place. No soliciting, yo. Get out! 👹

PS: You know that lovely business card you hand me, salesman guy? Right into the trash can before the door even closes behind you. Just thought you should know. Have a nice day! 😀

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Image originally from Pixabay

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 14

Monday Peeve cat

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

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Spam again! This is of the textual variety. So, I give the pet store my phone number to text my receipt because that’s convenient for me. No piece of paper wadded in my purse, ya know? Less waste! I’m all about that waste, that waste. 🎶

But then they start pestering me on a daily basis about their stupid specials. I mean, how freaking clueless is this? I’m not gonna go running back there 20 times a week every time they mark down cat treats ten cents a package. For Pete’s sake! Inevitably, I have to completely block them, which is so dumb. Why can’t these businesses get a grip? No one wants to be bombarded with constant texts about sales at the pet store, or any store. It’s just such an idiotic way to do marketing. I’m so mad at them now.

My dentist, on the other hand, texts a couple times a year to remind me of my appointments and maybe one or two other things, like teeth whitening for Valentine’s Day. Well, he’s not a moron. 😁

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Image originally from Pixabay.

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 13

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

This is an old peeve, but I would like to take the opportunity to remind my peeving pals that Monday Peeves do not have to be freshly baked. Old moldy peeves are totally fine around here. If, for whatever reason, an ancient annoyance springs to mind, feel free to rant about it. Declutter that dusty mental peeve shelf… air out that grievance corner in the emotional attic! Ahhhh!

What the hell was I even gonna talk about today? Oh. People who act like they want to chat, but really aren’t interested and/or don’t have the time. It’s cool… don’t bother private messaging me then! I have loads of people to confide in, most especially my two wonderful daughters. I mean, it’s great to make new friends, should that come to pass, but I don’t crave it. It’s not a burning need. And, in fact, I’m pretty busy… I don’t have time for all my projects in progress. So if you aren’t interested in real chat, don’t be a pest in the first place. Geez!

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Image originally from Pixabay.

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 12

The Monday Peeve kitty

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

I could do all my peeves about driving, but I don’t want to be a boring boring. Now, I’m not the world’s greatest driver. I don’t have the fastest reflexes. My depth perception has never been fab. I make up for these things by being more cautious, which is a good trait in any case. I don’t mean I drive way under the speed limit, but I do stick pretty close to the speed limit, which in California makes other drivers really angry. Nothing makes some man in a truck more enraged than having to obey the law as he exits the freeway. What a horrible inconvenience! Why, I might have delayed him by a fraction of a second. He’ll show his displeasure by aggressively tailgating me. That’s so dangerous, but I don’t speed up to make him happy. I just get peeved.

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Image originally from Pixabay.

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 11

The Monday Peeve kitty

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

This week’s peeve comes from Linda’s SOCS post this past weekend with flyer/ad as our prompt. Now I grok the marketing concept that you have to blitz a gazillion people with your ad to get one buy, and that’s fine for email, where peeps can delete spam no muss no fuss. But it is not fine for regular mail. It is not fine to continue to waste all that paper week after week month after month year after year that just gets stuffed into the trash. Not fine at all! It’s pollution and it needs to stop. Everyone should have the opt-out option for paper ads. Most of my snail-mail is garbage and I have to be careful that a piece of real mail doesn’t get buried in the middle of flyers for all the local promos. Grrrrrrr!

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Image from Pixabay originally.

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 10

The Monday Peeve annoyed kitty

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

I don’t even know where to start with this peeve… it’s not really a single peeve but more like a peeve cascade. Buckle up! 😮

First, I noticed that my Amazon Prime movies were doing an annoying thing: I’d click on one to watch but get a message it wasn’t available. Sometimes I’d have to click 5 times before the movie would start and it’s not like any of these flicks are masterpieces. I googled this issue and it said to restart my whole Roku dealio, so I did and nothing has changed. This was not and is not happening on Netflix, btw.

Second, a few days later I received an email from Roku telling me that my Roku was old and might quit working properly. Well, great news there. They had a special offer for me, natch. For a mere $15 (plus T&S), I could upgrade to Roku Express and stay in the loop with software updates and such.

Third, last night (Wednesday) I decided to order the stupid thing. I had to create a new Roku password because I forgot mine and also had to change my credit card because the one on file had expired. But the Roku website wouldn’t accept my new card. I entered it like 27 times and nope. It wouldn’t take it.

Fine. I figured I’d buy the damn thing on my phone. But this was one of those times, and there are many, when the new chained password failed to actually chain to my linked device. Okay, I decided to request a new NEW password on my phone and chain it back to my laptop (for whatever reason the chain always works in that direction). But Roku said no, you can’t. I logged out on my laptop. Still no. 😡

OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD LET ME SPEND SOME MONEY WOULD YOU PLEASE!!!!!

Then I had a brainflash. I turned on my TV, went to Roku settings, and changed my credit card info there.

Breaking Bad Jesse yeah science

I ran right back to the Roku website on my laptop, logged in, saw that my CC had been automagically updated, and bought the whatsit Express. Whoop de farkin’ doo!

Then, then my friends, Roku says to me…

“Hey girl. We see you don’t have a Roku TV. Would you like to buy some speakers for it? Remember, they only work with a Roku TV!” 🤯🤯🤯

I mean… I mean… I’m already out $22 for this Express nonsense, when I thought the original Roku would last the rest of my life. I don’t trust these peeps at all now, and I assume I’ll have to buy more dumbassery upgrades in the future to keep using my TV for streaming channels if I even want to… have I mentioned that most movies are crap? But then every once in a while there comes along a Sopranos or a Breaking Bad or a Game of Thrones… 💖

Anyway, sure, let me get right on that special speaker deal just as soon as I jump on this sail sale… I hear they only work with boats…

Sailboat ocean lavender golden sunset

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Images from Pixabay, Google, Pexels.

©️2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

The Monday Peeve 9

Helloooo! Why didn’t anyone tell me I forgot to copypasta the boilerplate peeve language to last week’s peeve post? Rawr! Anyway, here it is, immediately followed by a freshly baked peeve.

Smiles and positive posts are all well and good, but sometimes I need to vent a bit. How about you? That’s what The Monday Peeve is all about, a chance to blow off a little steam at the beginning of the week, so then we can go merrily on our way once again (hah). I’ll pick a topic that’s on my mind, but you can vent about whatever you please, here in comments or on your own blog. Grab the photo, use the #TMP tag, and link back to me (or not ~ I dgaf), and Bob’s yer uncle. I do reserve the right to delete any links that offend my delicate sensibilities. So far, none have, but it could happen! I have feelings!

Today’s peeve is parents who… don’t parent in public. Now, before anyone starts up with special cases of differently abled kids (or whatever the term du jour is), I’m talking about the standard-issue kid, who runs around yelling and being a general nuisance in stores and restaurants, while the parents do nothing to stop it. Last Friday some friends and I were having dinner and socializing in a sports bar/restaurant that was frankly inappropriate for children since it was mostly a place to drink, watch sports, and shoot pool. I would never have brought children there in the first place.

But some parents decided that the back room, where we were, was the babysitting area, since it had a “claw machine.” You know, one of those contraptions to dump money in and try to grab a stupid toy. For hours, at least three kids, about 7-12 years old, were in there screaming and running around unsupervised. Finally, we told them to stop. I personally avoid reprimanding strangers’ children, since you never know what they’ll go say to their parents. But we did it and it was okay… for a while. A dad type periodically came in and handed the kids more money so, presumably, they’d stay in the back and not bother him. Ugh!

Parenting… it’s your job 24/7. No, you don’t get a break because the game is on and you’ve ordered a pitcher of brewskis.

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