What Grinds My Gears: People Who Just Show Up

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What really grinds my gears are people who just show up at  my house without even calling! This is probably one of my biggest pet peeves. I have a phone, two of them actually, for a reason. Call before coming over. You never know what I'm doing or if I even want company. This has been happening more and more lately. There are days I just want a peaceful day at home without anyone coming over. It irritates me even more when you knock like you're the cops. Hello?! Do you not recall the fact that I have two kids who could possibly be napping? Once you knock like that they're not napping anymore thank you very much. So the moral of this story is call me before you come over because if I'm not expecting you, I just might ignore the fact that you're knocking!

What Grinds My Gears: Fake Friends

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What really grinds my gears are fake friends. I cannot stand people who pretend to be your friend and act friendly when you're around, but then turn around and talk about you. I also can't stand the ones who just randomly decide to cut you out of their life and refuse to speak to you when you did nothing wrong. I have dealt with my fair share of fake friends and because of all the fake friends I have wasted my time and energy on, I am much more selective on who I call a friend these days. I think the funniest thing is I have all these fake friends from my past who I knew in person and now I have a greater number of trustworthy and true friends whom I currently only know online. I am hoping I can meet them all someday.

What Grinds My Gears: Bad Parents

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What really grinds my gears are bad parents. I don't understand how a woman can carry a child for 9 months and still end up being a bad parent. You are supposed to love and care for your child. From the moment you get pregnant, your life will never be all about you again. You can no longer be selfish. Your life is now about your family you have now created.

I can't stand seeing bad parents. I have come across many of them in my time. They made decisions only thinking about themselves. They slept through vital doctor's appointments for their children. They didn't pay any attention to their children. Bath time was an infrequent occurrence in their household. Mealtime consisted of chocolate chip cookies.

I feel like if someone can't be a good parent, they shouldn't be a parent at all. There are some people I see out in public and all I can ask to myself is why? Why did they choose to have children? If it wasn't a choice they consciously made, why didn't they consider adoption? These children deserve so much more than what they're being given. These children are innocent and deserve a good life.

What Grinds My Gears: People Who Never Learn

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What grinds my gears are people who never learn. You know the type. They constantly ask your advice, and being the good friend that you are; you give it. However, your advice doesn't actually matter. There was really no point in you giving your opinion because they are still going to do what they want to do. They just never learn. They continue to make the same mistakes and then wonder why things are continuing to go wrong for them.

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results."

These people really do expect different results. They think that each time they make the same decision they made last time that it will have a different outcome. They think that it's the situation each time that makes the end result negative. Never do they think that they could be the problem or maybe the decision they're continuing to make over and over again is wrong.

What Grinds My Gears: Employers Who Lie

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What grinds my gears are employers who lie. I recently bid on a contract on oDesk. It was for writing articles. The employers budget was $70. So, I bid $63. That would have given me $60 after oDesk fees. I got the contract and then the employer switched tunes. He no longer needed 20 articles, he needed 5. He was no longer going to pay me $63, he was going to pay me $5. They were no longer supposed to be 300 words each, but 500-600. So, he wanted me to write 5 500-600 word articles for $1 each. I was not happy. However, I had already entered the contract.

I do not appreciate being lied to. I find it to be very unprofessional when an employer can't be honest about what they're looking for in the first place. They promise more and then once you're in the contract, they give you significantly less. I have only dealt with this issue three times in my time on oDesk. All three times the employers were from the Philippines. So, from now on I don't think I will be accepting any contracts from employers in the Philippines.

I just want honesty from the start. I want to know exactly what will be expected of me and what I will be paid prior to entering a contract. I don't think I'm asking too much. I just want a proper employer-contractor relationship.

What Grinds My Gears: People Who Demand Respect From Others When They Don't Even Respect Themselves

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What grinds my gears are people who demand respect from others when they don't even respect themselves. You know the type, we all do. These girls go around saying how much respect they deserve as they go around flaunting half-naked pictures of themselves to the world. They have zero self-respect and yet they think the entire world needs to respect them. They can't seem to figure out why every single guy they begin talking to uses them and then drops them to the curb. These guys see them for what they are. The guys get what they want in the end when these girls think they're sooo hot and have no qualms about having sex with a guy they barely know.

Can someone please explain to me why these girls demand respect? Why can't these girls find their self-worth and have respect for themselves. They would get respect if they showed self-respect. These are the kinds of girls that make me cringe at the thought of having a daughter one day. However, with having boys; I pray they never get involved with or bring home these kinds of girls. I know it's all in how these girls are raised. I just don't understand how someone can go around flaunting half-naked pictures of themselves for even their own family to see, have a new boyfriend each week, and talk like they are God's gift to the world; and then they demand an extreme amount of respect as if they deserve it. These are just my thoughts on the matter.

What Grinds My Gears: The Fact That There Are Training Camps for Suicide Bombing in Pakistan

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What really grinds my gears is the fact that there are training camps for suicide bombing in Pakistan. I am watching the news currently for the special report about Osama Bin Laden being killed. Well, they were mentioning all of these young children being sent to these training camps for suicide bombing in Pakistan.

I really don't watch the news religiously; only during dinner. However, when someone posted about Obama making an emergency statement on facebook; I decided to put the news on.

This just disgusts me that these people over there have set up these training camps to train their people in how to do suicide bombings. They had said one fourteen year old boy attended one training camp with a total of 350 people. A fourteen year old boy? He is an innocent child who is now ruined by his elders by being sent to learn about how to execute a suicide bombing.

At least now we can take peace in knowing that Osama Bin Ladin, the leader of Al Qaeda is now dead. However, with the great number of people over there who are constantly being trained; we really are not safe.  We will forever be at war with the Middle East. I don't like our troops being over there, but that is really the only possibility we have at being safe. As long as our military is there, they will stay over there. The minute all of our troops come home, I am almost certain we will have more terrorist attacks similar to 9/11.

What Grinds My Gears: Illegal Immigrants

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What really grinds my gears are illegal immigrants and how much America is willing to give them at the cost of taxpayers. Illegal immigrants who come to the United States get a lot. They get a job, a driver's license, a roof over their head, medical benefits, housing benefits, benefits for their children, an education, a tax-free business for 7 years, and much more.

This only happens in the United States. If you cross the North Korean border illegally, you get 12 years of hard labor. If you cross the Afghanistan border illegally, you get shot. Not in America. If you cross our borders, you get everything handed to you on a silver platter.

As an illegal alien, you can walk into any ER and get medical attention at the cost of taxpayers. They also get the opportunity to go to any school they wish for free. They don't have to do a thing. They don't have to pay a dime.

America hands all of this great stuff over to illegal immigrants, but when it comes to our own people that's a different story. I will be putting myself through school here shortly. I don't think it's fair that I will ultimately be putting myself into debt to go to school to better my life and better my children's lives, but an illegal immigrant gets handed an education at any school of their choice for free.

There are people in America with no jobs, food, shelter, etc. Yet, instead of America helping those people; we are helping out illegal immigrants. What about our own people? It is extremely hard to get any kind of assistance these days.

I became a single mom overnight because of a bad situation. DB has done everything he can to better himself now, but I am still basically a single mom for intents and purposes for at least another couple of months. When everything happened, I literally went from depending on his paychecks to not knowing what I was going to do. I needed help paying my water bill when everything first happened and I basically got ridiculed for it. I got asked if this was going to be an all the time thing. I got the assistance with the water bill too late and my landlords ultimately ended up helping me out instead. I still owe them $100 for helping me out. What if they couldn't help me out and I was without water with a 16 month old at the time? I felt like nobody cared.

Realizing how much help these illegal immigrants get and how little help I have gotten infuriates me. I am now a single mom of two little boys. I work very hard every day to make ends meet. The end of the month/beginning of the next month are always the hardest. Yet, I always seem to make ends meet. I just wish less of our taxpayers dollars were going towards helping illegal immigrants and were instead going towards our own people, our own country. This country is in so much debt and then we wonder why.

What Grinds My Gears: People Who Judge My Every Move

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What grinds my gears are people who judge my every move. I mean, this is my life. Therefore, I am living it for me. I can't stand when people seem to think they have the right to judge me. The only one with the ability to judge me is God. So, I may do things that people may not think is right or good for me. However, you are not me. Nobody else knows what is best for me.

Now, I can understand people just being caring individuals and wanting to make sure I'm making the right decisions. That is completely different. For those people, I want you to know that I am. Things are honestly going well and I'm not running blind this time. I evaluate my every decision. I think about everything. I bounce ideas off of people. I communicate a lot more. If the red flags go up, I walk away. It's as simple as that.

I just can't stand people who think they can control my life. If you think I don't know you're talking about me as you're judging everything I'm doing, you're wrong. I'm not stupid. I wasn't born yesterday. We all do things that outsiders may not understand. However, that doesn't give anyone the right to judge anyone for the things they do. In reality, only God can judge me. You are not God.

What Grinds My Gears: People Thinking DNA is Everything

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What really grinds my gears are people who seem to think DNA is everything. People seem to think that there must be DNA for someone to be a parent. I have lived on both sides of this coin, which is why it really grinds my gears.

I was raised by my father's side of the family and eventually lived with my dad and stepmom. Let me tell you how miserable I was! I was hated. I was the black sheep of the family. Everything I did was wrong. It was as if I could never do anything right. I went through a lot growing up. I couldn't wait until I could move out and be rid of them and their abuse. Of course I moved out at 17 and I gave them a couple chances after that only to find out they will always be who they always were. My last words to my father the last time I saw him when I was 22 were, "Don't contact me if you find out I have kids because you have to be a father to be a grandfather and you're no kind of father to me." These people are my own flesh and blood. The only thing we share is DNA. DNA is as close as we'll ever be. I do not talk to them anymore and I don't have the want to. They're toxic to me and will do nothing good by being in my life or my children's lives for that matter. I refuse to give them the opportunity to mess with their lives and heads the way they did to me.

Now on the other side of the coin, I have two sons. There's my Sweet Pea who is 18 months old and my Lil' Bean who is 1 month old today. DB is the biological father of my Sweet Pea. DB and I had some issues and we separated last summer. I ended up getting pregnant and when I was 4 months pregnant we got back together. The biological father of Lil' Bean wanted to pay me to have an abortion. I was pretty much begged, but I refused. I have beliefs and morals. A child is a blessing, not a choice like the sperm donor might like to think. In the end, I promised him his name would go nowhere. So, DB and I got back together and he was there for me during my pregnancy. He went to my dr's appointments and everything. DB is who my Lil' Bean will grow up to know as his daddy. They do not share DNA, but they don't have to. DB loves him just as much as he loves my Sweet Pea. In his eyes, they are both his.

So, as someone who has been on both sides of the coin with this; it really irritates me when people think DNA is all that matters. There's an age old saying that is so true. "Any man can father a child, but it takes someone special to be a daddy."

What Grinds My Gears: People Without a Brain

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So, I am an Family Guy fanatic. There's an episode where Peter is a news reporter and does a segment on what grinds his gears. I have decided to adapt this into my blog. Anything that grinds my gears will get posted using this idea.

One thing that really grinds my gears are people without a brain! We were all given one...or so I thought. Have people become so lazy that they don't want to use their brains to find the information they need or want to find? Google is a multi-million dollar search engine for a reason; use it! It's like people just want the answers handed to them on a silver platter. If you want to know something, sometimes you have to put in some effort to find it. Half the time these people have the answer right in front of them and yet they still have this deer in headlights look on their face. I don't get it. Learn to read! The English language is not that difficult to comprehend. I think some people need some steps put into action so they can stop frustrating us more intelligent people!

Step 1: Stop being lazy.

Step 2: Google what you want to find.

Step 3: Read.

If you take these three steps, then in time you will no longer be classified as someone without a brain.