Sorry about that.

I actually read a blog post (I’m not linking to it) earlier this week about whether or not bloggers should obligate themselves to letting their readers know when and possibly why they are taking blog-vacations.  Well….that post PISSED ME THE HELL OFF.  Not the actual content to be exact (why should it?  It had a good point or two in there, not that I’m buying into any of it) but the TONE that the author used.  She actually wrote another post in which she was expressing a bit of irritation over a bad comment (not made by me! But I won’t begrudge a blogger a chance to complain about a negative comment. They suck!) on that post and she said something along the lines of,”Well if you don’t want to be considerate and giving, then fine!”

Fuck that lady.  I’m sure she’s nice in real life and a wonderful writer, but fuck that lady.

I have my reasons, my reasons are good, and although I really like all of you who come to read this blog, my personal life is my own.  My struggles are my own goddamned business.

And besides, my lovely readers, if you want to talk with me or ask why the hell I’m not writing, feel free to ask. I have a contact email, I have a Twitter account as well as a Facebook and Google+ account.  I’m not hard to find if you want to chastise me for being a lazy blogger.  Surely nobody is intimidated by me and my little ol’ blog.

A little ol’ blog that I still love dearly.

But enough of that.  Who wants to see pictures of my babies?  (You had better ALL raise your hands!)

I’ve had two birthdays, and trick-or-treating go on over here, so I’ve got some great pics!

Since Lukas’ actual birthday and his birthday party were on different days, he only got one toy on his actual birthday.  He was pretty happy with his toy leaf blower.  If only it were real.  Seriously, you should see my yard!

I love this picture of Lukas wearing his Angry Birds hat.  This was taken at his birthday party, and you bet your ass it was Spongebob themed!  Viva la Sponge!

This is my baby Ruegen on his first birthday.

He wasn’t as messy as his brother was with his first birthday cake, but I still got an epic picture!

Lukas actually picked out this costume.  He passed up all of the brand-name costumes so he could be a monster.  I was so freaking proud!

FUZZY BLUE DRAGON!  FUZZY BLUE DRAGON!  FUZZY BLUE DRAGON!

Fuzzy Blue Dragon waiting patiently while Swamp Monster gets his wardrobe malfunction fixed.

This is the best picture I got of Fuzzy Blue Dragon and Swamp Monster together.  All the others look like Swamp Monster is trying to eat Fuzzy Blue Dragon.

And now I will end this out-of-the-blue-not-so-pleasant-in-the-beginning post and go back to my hole.  I’d like to say I’ll post more often, but you know the song by now, don’t you?  Thanks for hanging around.

Go ahead, look in my archives of the almost 500 posts on this blog and you will see that I have never written a product review or endorsement before.

But I can’t keep this one to myself.

The new O-Cedar ProMist (which is their wallet-friendly and environmentally friendly version of a Swiffer Wet Jet) is AWESOME!

I used to have the Swiffer Wet Jet, and it cleans nicely and the smell of the cleaning solution is rather nice.  But, for me, that didn’t excuse the fact that I had to keep buying rather expensive pads AND cleaning solution.  Nevermind the astronomical waste this thing produced, it was expensive to use!  So when we bought this house, this house that has almost all hardwood or stone floors, I got rid of the Swiffer and bought one of those Libman Wonder Mops and was done with it.

I love that Libman Mop.  I’ve had it for two years and it has been put to hard work and washed many many times.  It is almost time for a replacement mop head, but it has served me well.  The thing is, with two small kids always underfoot, it’s not that easy to whip out a mop and bucket and try to make quick work of floor cleaning.  Because of that, my floors sometimes go a while before they are properly cleaned.  And I HATE that.  I get anxious and stressed when my house isn’t clean.

So, on a whim I bought this O-Cedar ProMist thing at Target and noticed that this thing was cheaper than a Swiffer Wet Jet starter kit.  Yeah.  Also, the cleaning pad is reusable and can be washed about 100 times.  The cleaning solution you take care of yourself.  I like Mr. Clean and when I saw that this little tiny tank only needed 2 teaspoons (TEASPOONS!!!) of the cleaning solution and the rest water, I was very happy.  That one little tank and 2 teaspoons of cleaning solution cleaned my family room, dining room, living room, two sets of stairs, a hallway, a small bathroom, and my bedroom floors.  2 teaspoons of cleaning liquid.

I wasn’t being thrifty with the cleaning liquid either.  I really sprayed the bejeezus out of my floors and it still went THAT far.

I had to share this because I was in total shock over how awesome this thing is.  And my floors are totally clean!  I think I paid $18 for this thing and I have to tell you I am sold on it.

The other great thing?  O-Cedar has no idea who I am.  Neither do the Libman Mop people.  I am doing this endorsement and review of my own volition.  I am not being paid to tell you this is a great product, I am telling you because I honestly believe it to be so.

Give it a try!

Lately the subject of gender has been extremely interesting to him.  He stands by as I change his little brother’s diapers and exclaims loudly about Ruegen’s winky (as well as to the horrendous nature of the shits that baby has a talent of producing).

“Mommy!  Ruegen has a winky!” He says to me.

“Yes he does.  That is because he is a boy.”  I reply.

“I have a winky too!  I am a boy!” He says proudly.

“Yes.  That is correct, baby.”  I say.

“And Daddy has a winky too!  Daddy’s winky is really big!”  He says.

“Just don’t let Daddy hear you say that or I’ll never hear the end of it.” I reply.

“And Grandpa has a winky because he’s a boy!”

I start to fidget.

“Errr, yes.  That’s right.” I reply.

Then the subject of my beloved androgynous friend comes up.

“And Ashwee has a winky!  Ashwee is a boy!”  He says.

“No, no.  Aschlie is a girl.  She just looks like a boy.”  I say, trying to give a simple answer because he is only almost 4 and I don’t know how to explain it in a way that the subject deserves without making him run away at the length of the explanation.

“…..Ashwee doesn’t have a winky?” He asks.

“No, baby.  Aschlie is a girl.  Girls don’t have winkies.”  I say.

“I know, Mommy!  You don’t have a winky!  You have big boobies!”  He says, pointing and laughing.

Someday I will have to have a discussion with him about gender, gender identities, and sexuality.  In a way, I am thankful for his Aunt Aschlie because she is someone he loves very much and she will be a reason for him not to see androgyny or homosexuality as something weird or odd.  It will just be someone being who they are.

I tried to end this with a super cute picture of Lukas and Aschlie together, but I only have two pictures of them together and they are facing away from me looking out of a door.  This needs to be fixed!

On the other hand, there are the people who spend a lot of their time writing things that make me slam my face into my desk.  People who are snarky and judgmental towards other people.  People who are deceitful about their lives and their children so that they can come off as looking better than everyone else.  These people make me crazy.

Here’s the thing: we live in an age of information available to the masses.  There are many good things to come from this.  But, there are a lot of bad things that can come from this as well.  Misunderstanding, hysteria, denial, vindication for the wrong reasons…just to name a few.  But this information is also used by some as a way to be judgmental towards other people.

The thing that has my hackles up right now is this study which states that the cartoon Spongebob Squarepants is bad for 4-year olds.  I’d like to start by saying, “DUH!”  How many times in our lives have studies like this come out that in 10 years mean nothing?  I’ve got to say, I simply rolled my eyes at this and moved on.  What started getting on my nerves were all the parents posting things on social networks saying things like “THIS is why I don’t let my kids watch Spongebob!” or “To all my friends who let their kids watch Spongebob, READ THIS!”

OH MY GOD PEOPLE, REALLY???

CALM THE HELL DOWN.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, IT’S A STUPID CARTOON!

This article pretty much sums up my perspective.  I’m pro-Spongebob, and I can’t believe I have to take a stance at all.  Here’s the thing: my son watches tv.  OMG!  He loves Spongebob.  OMG!  He also loves to play restaurant and play Fancy Waiter and serve me fancy food along with the occasional Krabby Patty.  He loves to play with cars and balloons and balls and play-doh and noisy annoying toys…..just like any other kid his age.  He’s not a zombie in front of the TV.

Also, I’m stunned that someone saw fit to do a study on Spongebob.  I know it’s annoying and I would love to be free of it, but REALLY?  Can you researchers think of nothing better to study?

(Add-on: While discussing the hilarity that anyone even had the thought to do a Spongebob study, my darling friend had this little rant for me.  This is copy/paste from her direct rant on Google+:  “I heard that story last week and just about fell off my chair laughing. I’m totally w you about WHO does these researches? Do they sit around one night, hitting a bong, flipping through TV channels, come to Nickelodeon, and think, “Damn that SpongeBob! He has to be bad for 4 year olds!”
My thought-what about fucking Wonder Pets w speech impediments? I like Wonder Pets, but that seems more harmful to me! And the missing parents on the rabbit show-wth? I need to smoke up and just start writing down frivolous garbage and call it research, lol.“  She’s awesome.)

But here’s the real thing, it’s a TV show.  That’s all.  It’s not a reason for you to feel that you can stand over other people simply because you don’t allow your children to watch it.  I applaud the foresight of banning it because once it’s in it never gets out, but SHUT UP.  Please.

I could give you explanations as to why I let my son watch Spongebob, or even TV at all.  But I’m not going to.  Know why?  Because I don’t owe ANYBODY an explanation.  He’s MY son and as his mother I know best.  I am the first and last stop in the authority on how to raise that little boy and it’s nobody’s business how I choose to do that as long as he is healthy and happy, which he is.  It should be that way for everybody.  You don’t owe the world an explanation about your parenting decisions as long as those little ones are smiling and thriving.  End of story.

Every parenting situation is different and as long as you are doing your best by those kids and you love them and they are fine, you are a good parent.  That is all there is to it.  Even those of you who feel the need to judge.  Calm down and enjoy your kids and stop worrying about what other people do.  Please.  Before I finally break my head open on this hard desk.  Thanks.

(NOTE: This “judgmental” thing I keep referring to doesn’t pertain to judging people for horrendous things towards their children.  Although I don’t care for busy-bodies in general, you have the Merry Wife of Canon’s blessing if you choose to judge people who harm or are mean to children.)

I also want to talk about my house because it will help me get back into the habit of blogging with some regularity without forcing me to think about whether or not I want to discuss something personal.  My house is pretty neutral territory as far as I’m concerned.

I’m also in my house a lot.  We only have one car that my husband uses to commute to and from his job.  I go weeks at a time without leaving this house.  Yes, I go crazy but it does help that I am a homebody at my core.

Today I’d like to start with my bedroom.

After a long day of being stuck in this house with my two precious little boys and their millions of toys, I look forward to when I can go to my room.  My room is my happy quiet place.

When we first toured this house with the realtor, it was that finished attic that made me really fall in love with this house.  It looked terrible back then, but I knew with a little imagination and a lot of hard work it could be a great room.

We started the work not long after we moved in in November of 2009.  We got it cleaned up and had started painting doors.  Then I started feeling sick.  Then I found out I was pregnant.  Painting stopped.

In my sickness I was forced to sleep on a mattress on the floor in a room that eventually became our office.  At the time, it looked like a hoarder’s room, stuffed nearly to the ceiling with little things that cannot be placed until the large things are unpacked.  So my husband and father-in-law bust their kindly asses in getting that room finished for the poor, depressing, sick pregnant lady.  And I am so grateful.  I love that room.

For me to properly explain how it is awesome that my bedroom is basically on it’s own floor (story) of my house, I’ll need to explain my house.  I’ve never seen such a strange layout before, although I am admittedly inexperienced with this.  My house is like to smaller houses pushed together like a “T”.  Each of the two smaller houses is two-story, but when pushed together, the stories don’t line up, so I technically have 4 floors to my house, but each floor is small because it is part of one of the smaller houses.  Does that make any sense at all?  The bottom floor of my house only has the laundry room, family room and a small powder room.  The next floor has the living room, kitchen, dining room and sun room.  The next floor has a bathroom, the boys’ bedrooms and the office.  The last floor is my bedroom and bathroom.  When I say it in terms of floors it sounds like  I live in a mansion, but I don’t.  It’s just a quirky layout that I actually adore.

Now it’s picture time!  I’m going to show before and after photos.  The before photos were taken before we actually bought the house, so you can see it as we saw it then.  The after photos I just took about 10 minutes ago, so they are very recent.

This is a before image of the stairs that lead from the “third floor” up to my bedroom.  Notice how there are only 7 stairs?  All the flights of stairs leading from one “floor” to the other in this house are about 7 stairs.

Yellow paint makes for a happy Somer.  Almost all of the main living areas of this house were gray when we bought it.  Now they are almost all yellow and this is a much happier looking home.

This is looking into the room before.  Those curtains were infested with spiders (I nearly died of a heart attack) and the walls and ceiling were painted the same dirty peach color.

My bedroom.  I love my sleigh bed.  It’s like actually being IN a bed rather than on it.  I also love that quilt more than any piece of clothing I own and it is the reason for the splashes of pink around the room as I am not normally a fan of pink.  the color on the walls is called Pink Chocolate and I adore it.

Also, I did not make my bed just for the occasion of photographing my bedroom.  Making my bed is a sort of mood thing with me.  I am happier when my bed is made and my room is clean.  At the end of the day I can go to my room and slide into the crisp sheets like I am in a hotel almost.  It’s a small pampering thing I do for myself.

And yes, that is a treadmill in the back right.  And yes, it does get used…sometimes.

There was this weird padding velcroed to the wall covering an access panel to a tiny storage space.  Since it was so tiny, we covered the space and dry-walled the space so it is a normal wall now.  These panels were also infested with spiders.

The angled door to the left is a small closet with shelving.  The door to the right is a walk-up to the small attic space.

A little white paint makes a big difference.

Here is a look inside of the small closet.  I have not yet dealt with that hideous wallpaper.  This was originally going to be a linen closet but….

..it has transformed into the “present closet” where I hide birthday presents and Christmas presents.  I have two birthdays coming up so that is why the closet is currently stuffed.

This is the space where there were two small sliding-door closets facing each other.  These closets are useless and provide no really useful storage.  Although we regretted losing the light of that southern-facing window, we closed it in…

……and…..

….made it a small walk-in closet.  It is stuffed with organizational shelving and hanging rods.

There is a small bathroom attached to this bedroom.  It has a sink, toilet and stand-up shower.  It is tiny and ugly, but it is also clean and fulfills it’s purpose.  We haven’t done much to it, but there are big plans in the future for it.

I had never seen a corner toilet before this.  It is old and you need about 20 lbs. of pressure to push the lever to flush it.  And, yes, that is a stainless steel painted plastic toilet seat.

Now for a few other picture of my bedroom as it is now.

I think it is always neat to see what a person keeps on their bedside table.  Here on mine I have the remotes for the tv and cable box (I go into a psychotic froth when Jessie uses the remotes…he goes TOO SLOW), hand lotion, hand sanitizer, lip balm, a book, a clock, a baby monitor, a box of tissues and a vintage-looking phone.  Is it just me, or do cordless phones start to get ugly?  I love old looking phones and I loved this one when I saw it.  I almost got the white one because, as I’ve said, I’m not really a fan of pink, but the pink somehow struck me as looking more antique-y.  You can also see my grandmother’s cheap green cross draped over the edge of my bed in the top left.

I keep a shadow box I made of Lukas’ first birthday.  I will be making another for Ruegen after his birthday in October and hanging it beneath this one.

This is my dresser.  In this area, among other things, you will find a Nintendo 64, a can of mace, a stereo, and a bottle of linen spray so my sheets and pillows smell fresh every night.

I put those masks on the wall originally as a joke on Jessie.  He gets creeped out by faces looking at him at night.  They were things I used to hang on the walls of my bedroom as a teenager.  There is also a fake plant, my great-grandmother’s sewing box painted green, and my jewelry box.  The big picture…

..also belonged to my great-grandmother.  Don’t let that fool you, it had a Hills sticker on it.  So technically it is junk, but I am still very fond of it.

That’s about all there is to that room.  Next I’ll entertain you with a story of terror, painted over wallpaper, and IKEA furniture that made me hate allen wrenches more than I previously did…which was a lot.

Hi there.  It’s been a while, right?

It’s been quite a while.

A blog-gabby person went totally silent for quite a while.  But I’m talking again.  Which is a good thing.

I was quiet because I was having a little bit of a quiet battle with depression.

I don’t want to talk about it.

I don’t want to divulge how it affected me or how I am getting through it.

I don’t want to talk about my feelings.

I am stonewalling and that’s all there is to it.

And I need you guys to all be okay with that.  I need you, my friends, to understand that I don’t like talking about things that I view to be a weakness.  (The weird thing is, I don’t see depression as a weakness in other people, just myself.)  I don’t want to be one of the many brave people who battle something hard and come out of it ready to talk and be a beacon of hope for others.  Not on this.

I love to be helpful and I hope that at least once in my life I have made someone feel better about themselves because of something I wrote.  I hope that discussions I have had with people have made them feel more secure and steady on their feet.  I hope I’ve made you smile.

But on this, I need it to be my business.  And I need you to be okay with that and forgive my pig-headed ways.  I need to be able to at least half-believe that my super hero cape is still waving majestically behind me and not torn to shreds and muddied up by this something.  This SOMETHING.

I adore you.  All and any of you who come here to read and converse with me through this sometimes oh so cold medium.

And I’m back.

Seriously my favorite band.

When we lived in Seattle, I almost got to see them in concert AND get to meet them backstage.

The company that Jessie worked for out there was a small start-up at the time and I worked there for a short time getting some things organized (poorly) and just helping with getting things started.  In this time, I’m sure I mentioned to the owner of the company at least 100 times that I am a huge fan of AIC.  A little over a year after we moved out there, the company offered to be one of the sponsors for a charitable concert.  I was told that the reason was not only for marketing reasons, but because AIC was going to be playing at this concert.  I had a ticket and a pass to go backstage and meet the guys.

But wait a motha-fuckin’ minute!  That concert was going to be happening VERY shortly after I gave birth to my first baby and I didn’t know anybody in Washington who could babysit.

The way things worked out with having to have a c-section and all, I wasn’t able to go.  I was pretty sour about the whole situation.

When we moved back East to PA, lucky me, the band had just released a new album and was touring to promote it.  They were coming to Philly and I could go see them because we are close to my mom and she could have watched Lukas!  YES!

Wait…I was pregnant again and the concert date was very close to when my baby was due.

Due to ANOTHER EFFING C-section and complications stemming from that, I wasn’t able to make the concert.

Damn my baby-making timing!

I’ve been to a couple of concerts in my life and have actually HATED them.  Pushy pre-teens who get all punch-drunk, hippies screwing under an old blanket, being bored to tears because it was TOBY KEITH singing….not good.

I’m not sure I’d be up for going to an AIC concert if I really thought about it.  I mean, do I want to be around a bunch of horny middle aged women and teenagers who are flashing their boobs at Jerry?  Do I want to be standing beside some large bald guy singing along with the music as loud as he can out-of-tune?

As easily annoyed as I am, would I really want to do that?

Maybe.  If I got a backstage pass and could stand around being uncomfortable and not kn0wing what to say to anybody.  Because, you know, I’m smooth like that and not at all awkward around guys I used to have raging horny crushes on as a younger gal.
Who’s your favorite band/musician and have you ever missed an opportunity to see them?

Yeah, I’ve flipped the bird at quite a few people.

Yeah, I’ve raced a stupid asshole weaving all over the road down a hill at 90+ MPH so I could get in front of him.  (BEFORE I HAD KIDS!  I would NEVER drive like that with my babies in the car.)

Yeah, I squeeze the steering wheel pretending like it’s a fellow driver’s neck and I am wringing the hell out of it.

But that’s not rage, right?

I’ve never actually stuck my head out of my car window and screamed at anybody (I don’t think!).

I’ve never thrown cups at other cars.

I’ve never purposely hit another car in a blind rage.

So you see, I could be worse.  But you now what?  Driving is insane.  I cannot believe how rude, inconsiderate and just FUCKING STUPID other drivers can be!  It shocks me how many people I see texting while driving, and I’ll tell you what, they are almost all older!  Like middle aged!  What the fuck are you people doing texting while driving?!?!  Aren’t you supposed to be practicing that “older but wiser” crap?  Jesus H. Christ!

So to vent some of my rage I am making a list of all the things that drive me completely bonkers while driving.  Enjoy, and I expect to see lists from my readers about what makes them crazy while driving.

-Inconsistent speed.  I know cruise control can be cool (I actually hate it) but is it that hard to ask that you occasionally glance down at the speedometer and check your speed?  When your speed ranges from 50-80 mph, that is just ridiculous!  OR when people speed up to pass a car in front of them, then pull in front of the other car and then SLOW DOWN.  WHY DID YOU HAVE TO PASS THEN?!?!  GAH!

-Not using blinkers or flipping the blinker AS YOU’RE TURNING.  Seriously, that’s a dick move.

-Getting distracted at stop lights and not noticing when the thing turns green.  Yes, I will honk at you if I am able to count to 5.  Wake the hell up.

-Distracted driving.  Texting, reading, putting on makeup, masturbating, shaving, painting fingernails, watching a movie on a dash-mounted dvd player, rolling a joint and/or cigarette, receiving oral sex, or changing clothes.  I have either myself seen or heard directly about these things happening WHILE DRIVING.  There are people carting CHILDREN around on those roads, how bad would you feel if you hit a car with two little babies in the back seat because you were distracted?  ASSBAGS!

-Driving under the influence.  If you’re caught doing it ONCE, you’re driver’s license should be taken away for a full year.  End of story.  If you’re caught doing it again after, no more driving for you, and if you are caught driving without a license because it was taken away for that very reason?  An ungodly amount of community service working as a grade school janitor cleaning up bathroom messes and puddles of puke.

-Driving really fast in bad weather.  Look, if you want to be stupid, that’s absolutely your business.  But in bad weather, any innocent driver on the road could be caught up in whatever accident you are begging for when not being cautious during times like that.

-Being overly cautious when it is only slightly raining.  You don’t need to go 20 mph on a highway because you need to use windshield wipers.  A little faster, please.

-RUBBER-NECKERS!  Do you know how infuriating it is to be caught in a terrible traffic jam only to find out that the only reason everything got backed up was because a cop had a car pulled over and people were being nibshits and staring?

-People who slam on their breaks and practically stop when they see a police car.  If you weren’t speeding in the first place, you don’t need to slam on your breaks damn it!

And my #1 rage-inducer:

-Tailgating.  DO NOT RIDE THE ASS OF THE CAR IN FRONT OF YOU.  I get mad when I see people do this to OTHER cars, don’t get me started about how I feel when it actually happens to me.  I would LOVE to have a light up sign to put in the back window of my car that had a simple on/off switch in the driver’s door panel that when turned on would say “Back up, you fuckwad.”  Or “Get off my ass or I’ll follow you home and run over you!”  Something along those lines.

We were texting tonight I was poking fun at him calling him a jerkface and I suddenly remembered how when we were kids we would twist the other’s name to be ridiculous and annoying to the other.

His name is Brandon.  I called him Brandy, Brandumb, Brando, B.J., and even blowjob a few times.  When we were little he would scream at me to shut up but as we got older he learned to giggle about it.

He called me Somer-Bummer, Somer-Dumber, and my personal favorite, Sunburn.  Sunburn still makes me giggle with pride because that one is pretty good.  Creative.  Smart-assy.  Annoying.

When he was a toddler, he would get my name and “supper” mixed up.  He called me Supper all the time and it drove me crazy.

As adults, my brother and I like each other a lot.  I know a lot of siblings aren’t so lucky.  I know I’m lucky and I am grateful to not have feelings other than love and adoration towards my brother.

I hope my boys have something similar, but that kind of stuff always works out in weird ways, doesn’t it?  I never thought as children that my brother and I would get along as well as we do.  When it comes to all out brawls, we could have sold Pay-Per-View tickets.

I know more people who DON’T get along with siblings.

I’m lucky.

And nobody can call me “Sunburn” except my brother or I’ll have to pour  bottle of ketchup on your head.

I actually wrote about my social media annoyances before and talked about my personal annoyances.  However, since I am in a bit of a joining mood today, I thought I’d make a list of my own.  As I’ve said before, if we are friends on a social network, there is a reason for it.  I like you for the most part.  We all get on each other’s nerves from time to time and I’m sure I’ve annoyed a few of my followers before.

1.  The constant grumpy Gus’ and whiners.  It drives me up the wall when people only get on Facebook to complain.  Can’t you just insert a happy occurrence every now and then?  Is your life really that terrible? Do you realize that your constant complaining is making you look like a bit of a jerk?

2.  The super-happy-exclamation-point-overusing-people!!!  Nobody’s life is that happy.  Exclamation points should not be overused.  Your significant other is NOT that great.  You’re coming off as cult-following happy and you make me want to squeeze lemon juice in my eyes to forget your over-use of happy.

(Hehe, I realize the first two are sort of conflicting.  But trust me, opposite ends of the same spectrum are equally annoying!)

3.  The dry flat commenters.  I don’t know if I’m the only person who gets annoyed by this, but let me explain.  Say you post a really witty and funny update and immediately a comment is left by the buzzkill.  This person uses only periods and question marks as punctuation (I like exclamation points, just not an overuse!)  They never miss an opportunity to leave a comment so dry and obvious that it sucks any and all humor from your update.  In real life, this person may be quite funny and delightful, but for some reason their online persona is so un-funny that you feel a sense of instant annoyance at seeing that they commented.

4. The OhMyGodILoveYouSoMuch couple.  SHUT THE FUCK UP.

5.  The “repost this” bullies.  I HATE HATE HATE reading the line “I know that 97% of my friends won’t repost this, but maybe you’re part of the 3%.”  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again:  Jesus does not care how many reposts he gets.  Reposting will not cure cancer.  Reposting will not make me feel any less annoyed with you for sending me that damned thing to begin with.

6.  The super-left or super-right political grouches.  It’s a HUGE annoyance when you sum the whole world’s problems up by saying it’s all because of President X or the liberals or the conservatives.  Are you people ever going to grow out of the finger-pointing stage?

7.  People who change their profile pictures more than once a week.  It gets confusing and WHY are you taking so many pictures of yourself??

8.  Parents who friend my husband but not me and then tell him to say  hi to me for them through FB instead of calling me or messaging me themselves.  I realize this is personal, but that WAS A DICK MOVE.

I guess that it’s good that I couldn’t go any further.  I actually love a lot of the people I follow.  They are smart, funny, and share great things through these social media sites which makes me feel that I am getting the best possible use for these sites.

But seriously, I need to unfriend a few people.