Accidental Tornado Siren

Reasons I am NOT annoyed by today’s 6:15am accidental tornado siren:
– I was already up therefore reducing the chance of throwing out my back while leaping out of bed racing for cover
– My cats were also up so their untrimmed claws were not perched on my body ready to draw blood as they used me as a spring board toward their useless hiding spot
– I got to see the local weather reader give the forecast pretending he did not hear the blaring sirens until the news reader said, “hey, what’s that sound?” and he basically shrugged
– Chances of running into an extra perky morning person was significantly reduced
– Mind-numbing chatter from the Pilates class clique changed up for the first time in months
– Next time I set an alarm and mess up the AM/PM, I can think to myself, “at least I didn’t piss off a whole county”

Exercise Pet Peeves

Working out would be so much more enjoyable with out the sweat and other people around. My current exercise pet peeves in no particular order:

The people that show up to water aerobics class and huddle in small groups talking the entire time and never move as if the few of us actually exercising are in their way.

People that clip their locker keys so they jingle with every step, even more annoying when they have headphones and remain oblivious to the clinking.

People that talk to me while I am working out and doing my best to convey my disinterest in their existence.

My shoelaces that always come undone after a mile.

People that drip sweat on equipment and do not clean it after they are done.

Old lady at the pool that puts a towel on the tile when showering but never picks it up when she leaves.

People that toss banana peels on the ground.

Biker dude that yells “on your left” but he is really on my right making me wonder if I have forgotten my directions again.

People that walk behind me on the greenway and gripe loudly about their annoying relationships and won’t pass me no matter how much I slow down.

Cars that drive into puddles.

People that let their wiener dogs jump on me as if they are the most precious things that exist on earth when I know full well they are Satan’s spawn.

My hair.

My laundry that won’t yet wash itself.

My slowness.

Not Whinging About Daylight Saving Time

While I am not a fan of daylight saving time, I refuse to waste my day complaining about it; I have already fake lost an hour so why waste more time on something of which I have no control.

Yes, it takes me a few days to get my body clock acclimated to the new construct, but it will happen.

No, I will never get my stupid oven and microwave clocks to match exactly no matter how many times I try. Luckily, I will rarely notice as I do not usual stare at them simultaneously.

No, I will not change my car clock; it can just stay that way until it is correct in the fall. Maybe, it is because I forget how to do it.

No, my cats will never get their internal clocks in sync with this time or any time or care about time in any way. When they want breakfast, they will wake me up and I will do their bidding regardless of daylight being saved or wasted.

I am going to just breath in and ignore the whole thing. If only I could do that with everything that annoys me.