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| I loved snapping this pic of my hubby's 1st pancake. |
Writing “My
Love Affair” and “Why
Billy Joel Rocks” – pieces in which I extol the virtues of some of my
favorite cultural phenomena – reminded me that it'd been a while since I posted
a “Thin Line” list, a compilation of my pet peeves and secret pleasures. So
I’ve decided to get down to brass tacks and have another go. For instance,
though I generally hate clichés, I do love saying, “getting down to brass
tacks.” I love that Lance Armstrong beat cancer, but I hate that he won’t admit
to doping. And while I hate that virtually every talking head trashed Barack
Obama after the first debate, I love that he just won four more years.
To catch up on my first three lists, visit the
following links: “It's
a Thin Line,” “It's
a Thin Line, Part 2” and “It's
a Thin Line, Part 3.” Now here goes part 4:
I HATE…
- Global warming and the fact that it was 73 degrees in
Philadelphia on Oct. 24
- How every time I get out of our minivan I’m so laden
with bags that I feel like one of the pack mules that carted our group’s
provisions through Peru’s Cordillera Blanca
- That we don’t know exactly what happened to Marysol’s
mother’s face on “The Real Housewives of Miami”
- That my carpal tunnel syndrome, dormant five years, has
come back with a vengeance since I started my blog
- Receiving not just one but two copies of the “AARP
Bulletin” in the mail
- That I actually enjoyed reading the article about super
bugs in the “AARP Bulletin”
- When my kids steal my pens
- That many Superstorm Sandy victims just got hit by
another nor'easter
- Listening to the chorus of coughs in my daughter’s
preschool class
- That the BBC – and much of Britain – harbored
a pedophile for decades
- Finding stray toenail clippings in my medicine cabinet
- Redundancy, as in this caller’s remark on a recent
radio show: “I’m a life-long Republican. I’ve always voted Republican.”
(And it can’t even be correct unless the guy got a special
dispensation to vote before age 18.)
- That I buy Teddy Grahams for my kids but
just end up eating them all myself
- Getting an envelope that says, “Summons Enclosed:
Immediate Response Required”
- Raking leaves
- Paying someone else to rake my leaves
- Finding out I should attend a “meet the teachers”
coffee at my daughter’s preschool, when what I really want to do is have
an hour-and-a-half to myself
- Seeing a green motorcycle helmet lying on the side of
Lincoln Drive and wondering if there’s a skull in it
- Having to ask what butt-chugging was
after watching a YouTube link my brother sent me
- That I fear the only way to get my 108-year-old house clean
and its floors level would be to raze it
- That someone once told me that Carmex was bad for me
- When my 2-year-old says, “You stinks.”
- Loading my Crock-Pot full of beef stew only to find six
hours later that the outlet tripped and the ingredients are raw
- Knowing that at least one of my three children will
bring home lice this year
- Parking under a tree only to come out an hour later to
find starlings have voided all over my minivan
- That the hot chocolates I just bought my twins at the
Corner Bakery cost $3.39 each, before tax
- When a public toilet automatically flushes while I’m
still sitting on it
- People who have mobile phone conversations on public
toilets
- High-maintenance orderers, when it’s not for legitimate
health reasons
I LOVE…
- Global warming and the fact that it was 73 degrees in
Philadelphia on Oct. 24
- The bumper sticker I glimpsed last week: “An eye for an
eye makes the whole world blind.”
- Seeing a woman in a movie theater bathroom rinse her
hands with water, sans soap, and then use her sleeve as a glove to
depress the paper towel lever
- The first cup of coffee in the morning
- Sending my husband texts like, “Cyndi needs a
bullhorn.”
- Fitting allusions to both Thomas Hardy and Eugene
O’Neill into a blog entry about a Viking-themed
scavenger hunt
- (I know this one’s terrible): watching someone else’s
toddler have a catastrophic, public meltdown
- That when I picked up my 2-year-old from preschool this
morning, her shirt was all wet from the water table
- Seeing Facebook pictures of a friend’s husband wearing
her yoga tights
- The BBC
- Hearing Louis C.K. in a 2008 stand-up routine call his
then 2-year-old daughter a “bullshitter” because, although she could walk,
she often refused to
- A party invitation that reads, “Kids and kegs still
don’t mix.”
- Watching my twins play with new kindergarten friends at
the park
- Getting invited to a roller derby 45th birthday party
- Though it’s rare, when my 2-year-old says, “Ok, mommy”
and trips off to do my bidding
- Hall & Oates
- The kid on my son’s soccer team wildly gesticulating
for someone – anyone – to move out for a pass
- When my 5-year-old son asks me what “Zero-F-F” spells
- When my brother sends me a YouTube link to a press
conference about butt-chugging
- When my husband gets sucked into watching “The Real
Housewives of Beverly Hills”
- Carmex
- My husband’s college nickname, “Jibber”
- That my kids and I are now included in that moniker, as
in, “How are the Jibbers?”
- Hearing my neighbor describe repairing her sewer line
as “lifting up her driveway and putting $14,000 under it”
- Listening to my son narrate his solo ball games
- Red Vines
- The gritty, Parisienne crime series I just discovered
on Netflix – “Engrenages” – in which most of the actors are sexy and some of them even
smoke
- Laying on my horn, but only when it’s necessary
- When my husband blows his stack with the kids 15
minutes after returning from work because then I know I’m not crazy

