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Start moving them to places he will trip over them. Like in front of the bathroom door at night so he'll stumble over them in the dark.
Slightly mean, but no one else likes tripping over them either!
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What is your pet peeve with your DH, DW, SO, roomate or housemate?
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Slightly mean, but no one else likes tripping over them either!
Now, this is funny!! I'd love to find a woman who enjoys farting as much as I do!Originally Posted by calico2222
I agree that this is a natural bodily function and everyone does it....but do they REALLY have to turn it into an olympic event and rate them? "Oh honey....that one was a 10!"
You haven't met me yet!Originally Posted by pushylady
Leaving clothes lying around.
I lot of his faults are mine too, so I can't complain (I can out-fart any man) He's a hoarder so we have a lot of clutter. Getting him to clear stuff out is hard, but I would never just throw his stuff out. I guess I don't have any major complaints aoubt him.
I haven't had much luck with roommates! Except now. The ones I have now seem to be great! One is Czech and the other is Indian. Clean, somewhat quiet and don't leave things around.
However, my first roommate was when I went to Wyoming Tech in 1990. It didn't help that they were dorms, so we were in the same room, but I snore and he was a light sleeper. Always waking me up to tell me to roll over! I finally moved in with another guy who was an evangelist type, but we got along great.
Next roommate was in 1995. Now this guy was a piece of work! He was a "born again christian" but did speed in the dining room! He also would use my dinnerware and utensils! I finally bought a hatch-type lock for my cabinet after he took something metal to my newly purchased teflon coated wok pan. He paid me for it eventually. After 6 months, i moved back in with my mom.
I didn't have roommates again until 2006 when I moved up to the mountains of So. CA in Big Bear. It was a 6 room house that was mainly for weekenders and travelers. I lived up on the top floor, so it wasn't too bad. People were a little messy, but not too bad. The landlord was real specific on keeping the place clean.
However, my first roommate was when I went to Wyoming Tech in 1990. It didn't help that they were dorms, so we were in the same room, but I snore and he was a light sleeper. Always waking me up to tell me to roll over! I finally moved in with another guy who was an evangelist type, but we got along great.
Next roommate was in 1995. Now this guy was a piece of work! He was a "born again christian" but did speed in the dining room! He also would use my dinnerware and utensils! I finally bought a hatch-type lock for my cabinet after he took something metal to my newly purchased teflon coated wok pan. He paid me for it eventually. After 6 months, i moved back in with my mom.
I didn't have roommates again until 2006 when I moved up to the mountains of So. CA in Big Bear. It was a 6 room house that was mainly for weekenders and travelers. I lived up on the top floor, so it wasn't too bad. People were a little messy, but not too bad. The landlord was real specific on keeping the place clean.
That reminds me of my Nana. The minute after she sends me a text message she rings me to ask "why haven't I text her back?" but when I send a text to her and 2 hours later ring her and ask why she hasn't text back she says "well I'm not like you young folk, texting all the time"
I like your style of thinking!
Oh the stories I can tell....
The first room mate I had was a complete jack...yeah I won't finish that. Things started out okay but after I walked in on him and his girl friend it kind of ruined any friendship we had previously tried to develop(I say put a sock on the door or something, don't just lock it). When I went home for the weekend once he put my bed 6 feet in the air and over the heater, and then refused to let me open a window at night. I think he also cranked up the heat. It backfired though because I don't smell to good when you cook me for about 6-8 hours and I also started to sleep sans clothing. I would get up every morning and take a 40 minute cold shower to get my core temp back down to normal.
Needless to say I moved shortly after November started and my next room mate was great. We got along wonderfully and out of all my college room mates he was my favorate. But he did have one bad habit. He would never warn be before changing for the shower. I can't tell you how many times I turned my head to talk to him and he was standing there in his birthday suit. Or I would catch something out of the corner of my eye.
My next room mate wasn't to bad he would just party alot and come in at all hours of the night and pass out in random spots. I don't think he liked me very much because he just up and moved shortly after fall break and I got my own room for the rest of the school year.
The next year(and my last year in the dorms) my room mate showed up on move in day with his stuff when he told me a week before that he wasn't going to be staying in the dorms. We were both 21 and didn't have to stay there any more(State law requires that you stay in the dorms until either you turn 21, get married, live with a parent or other responsible relitive, or have finished 2 years of school). He was a pot smoker and HEAVY drinker and EVERYONE on the floor hated him. Mainly because one night he decided it was a great idea to get blitzed and then throw up massive amounts into the urinal. That was my biggest problem with him, his drinking. One night(I think it was his birthday) he drank a 21 pack by himself and then came back to the room and threw up all over the floor from his loft. I woke up to the sound and I remember thinking 'Okay I can either a) help him(take him to the hospital because it was bile) b) kill him for drinking that much and waking me up or c) go back to sleep and put my shoes on first thing in the morning'. I went with option c and he "slept" and managed to get everything in the room except my bed(thank god).
So yeah I don't get along with room mates and thats why I live by my self(well except tom).
The first room mate I had was a complete jack...yeah I won't finish that. Things started out okay but after I walked in on him and his girl friend it kind of ruined any friendship we had previously tried to develop(I say put a sock on the door or something, don't just lock it). When I went home for the weekend once he put my bed 6 feet in the air and over the heater, and then refused to let me open a window at night. I think he also cranked up the heat. It backfired though because I don't smell to good when you cook me for about 6-8 hours and I also started to sleep sans clothing. I would get up every morning and take a 40 minute cold shower to get my core temp back down to normal.
Needless to say I moved shortly after November started and my next room mate was great. We got along wonderfully and out of all my college room mates he was my favorate. But he did have one bad habit. He would never warn be before changing for the shower. I can't tell you how many times I turned my head to talk to him and he was standing there in his birthday suit. Or I would catch something out of the corner of my eye.
My next room mate wasn't to bad he would just party alot and come in at all hours of the night and pass out in random spots. I don't think he liked me very much because he just up and moved shortly after fall break and I got my own room for the rest of the school year.
The next year(and my last year in the dorms) my room mate showed up on move in day with his stuff when he told me a week before that he wasn't going to be staying in the dorms. We were both 21 and didn't have to stay there any more(State law requires that you stay in the dorms until either you turn 21, get married, live with a parent or other responsible relitive, or have finished 2 years of school). He was a pot smoker and HEAVY drinker and EVERYONE on the floor hated him. Mainly because one night he decided it was a great idea to get blitzed and then throw up massive amounts into the urinal. That was my biggest problem with him, his drinking. One night(I think it was his birthday) he drank a 21 pack by himself and then came back to the room and threw up all over the floor from his loft. I woke up to the sound and I remember thinking 'Okay I can either a) help him(take him to the hospital because it was bile) b) kill him for drinking that much and waking me up or c) go back to sleep and put my shoes on first thing in the morning'. I went with option c and he "slept" and managed to get everything in the room except my bed(thank god).
So yeah I don't get along with room mates and thats why I live by my self(well except tom).
I'll trade you mine for a week! Please?
I live with a pack rat, who learned it from his dad - a man so bad that he would go thru the trash each week and pick out things that his family had thrown out.
He bought a new car close to 4 years ago and his old car is still sitting in the garage, on a flat tire with a broken odometer. The blue book value has gone down $2000 since then, and I can't fit my car in the garage with all the other stuff out there.
He has roughly 20 pairs of blue jeans in the closet of which he wears about 5 pairs. He can't part with ripped jeans that no longer fit. He has about 50 t-shirts, and over 700 CDs.
He complains when he has to work on the computer because he can't get at it. I suggested that we give up the scanner we haven't used in 10 years, and the 35 phone line chords that we'll never use.
Once in a while I just give things away to charity or throw it out. I told him his car has to be gone by spring or I will call a junker to tow it away. Anyone in the market for a cherry red 1996 Volvo S80R (turbo)?
I don't mind some clutter, as long as it doesn't get in the way, but his stuff is clearly out of hand.
And for the record, I can live with his "man farts". He also thinks they are funny.
hahahahaha that is hilarious, but im the same way!!!!Originally Posted by calico2222
I agree that this is a natural bodily function and everyone does it....but do they REALLY have to turn it into an olympic event and rate them? "Oh honey....that one was a 10!"
i think farts are hilarious, always have...and probably always will. I can keep up with BF any day of the week!
Sheesh... where do I start?
Well, back in my 20s there was Heather, who was afraid of bridges. Doesn't
sound like much until you realize that she lived in Philadelphia and I lived in
NJ, so if I wanted to see her, I had to either drive or take the train over to
Philly, and everywhere we went (movies, restaurants, etc.) had to be in the
city, which was twice as expensive as it was in NJ!
The one time I managed to get her to come across the bridge into NJ, she
hid under a blanket in the passenger seat. Man, I got some strange looks
from the other drivers! Sunday night, when it was time for her to go back
home, she BEGGED me to drive down to Cape May to take the ferry across
to Lewes, Delaware then drive back up to Phila - only about 200 miles out
of my way!!!! I refused and we repeated the hyperventilating-under-the-blanket
scene for the trip home.
The relationship ended shortly thereafter.
The ironic thing (at least for me) is that she wanted to be a flight attendant!
Then there was Sophie, who would spend our time together gossiping about
her co-workers - people I had never met!! I knew who was sleeping with
who, who had just their car repossessed, who was maxing out their credit
cards to fly to Puerto Rico for the weekend to hook up with some guy she
met on vacation, etc. Annoying!!!
When I first moved to Atlanta, I almost took up my co-worker Ron on his offer
to move into his apartment and split the rent. That was until I learned that
Ron's last roomate left because Ron got high one night and sat on the couch
with a .38 pointed to his head.
Found out much later that Ron did a lot of coke and owed some people a LOT of money!
Only peeves with the current G/F is that she's a bit of a neat freak, and
tends to get sarcastic when she doesn't get her way.
Of course, she has absolutely no problems with me.... I'm perfect!!
Well, back in my 20s there was Heather, who was afraid of bridges. Doesn't
sound like much until you realize that she lived in Philadelphia and I lived in
NJ, so if I wanted to see her, I had to either drive or take the train over to
Philly, and everywhere we went (movies, restaurants, etc.) had to be in the
city, which was twice as expensive as it was in NJ!
The one time I managed to get her to come across the bridge into NJ, she
hid under a blanket in the passenger seat. Man, I got some strange looks
from the other drivers! Sunday night, when it was time for her to go back
home, she BEGGED me to drive down to Cape May to take the ferry across
to Lewes, Delaware then drive back up to Phila - only about 200 miles out
of my way!!!! I refused and we repeated the hyperventilating-under-the-blanket
scene for the trip home.
The relationship ended shortly thereafter.
The ironic thing (at least for me) is that she wanted to be a flight attendant!
Then there was Sophie, who would spend our time together gossiping about
her co-workers - people I had never met!! I knew who was sleeping with
who, who had just their car repossessed, who was maxing out their credit
cards to fly to Puerto Rico for the weekend to hook up with some guy she
met on vacation, etc. Annoying!!!
When I first moved to Atlanta, I almost took up my co-worker Ron on his offer
to move into his apartment and split the rent. That was until I learned that
Ron's last roomate left because Ron got high one night and sat on the couch
with a .38 pointed to his head.
Found out much later that Ron did a lot of coke and owed some people a LOT of money!
Only peeves with the current G/F is that she's a bit of a neat freak, and
tends to get sarcastic when she doesn't get her way.
Of course, she has absolutely no problems with me.... I'm perfect!!
First let me say, I love my fiance, he's my best friend, he makes me laugh like no one can. BUT he can never open things the right way! Like cereal boxes so you can reclose them? Nope, tears into them. And a twelve pack of pop has that corner you tear off so you can get one a time and the rest don't roll out. And also, he leaves before me in the morning and he always opens the dryer when the dial isn't on OFF so when he recloses it, it ticks!! Drives me nuts! And he's a stickler when it comes to the heat, I'll turn it on, he'll turn it off, but the electricity??
If I didn't go around turning off lights, they'd be on all day.
Um...I'm not going to comment on my personal situation, but I hear you. And if you ever decide to move from your current location, please, start planning and packing early.
Originally Posted by calico2222
I agree that this is a natural bodily function and everyone does it....but do they REALLY have to turn it into an olympic event and rate them? "Oh honey....that one was a 10!"
Ugh, I hate that!!!!!!
Funny thing is: we moved 3 years ago. I started to eliminate as much clutter as I could months in advance. I probably filled my car to capacity over a dozen times with stuff that I donated to charities, sold stuff on Craigslist, then gave things away on Freecycle. It took me a few months to pack. But to give you an idea on how much "stuff" that still plagues our lives: there are only 2 of us humans with a lot of critters. We filled up not just 1, but 2 large moving vans the day of the move. 1 of those vans was the stuff from the (oversized) garage and the cat trees (OK, so we have a lot of those). That garage worth of stuff filled our 2 car garage here, plus a shed that's about the size of a 2 car garage. And this doesn't include the separate mover for the pool table, a few car loads that we moved ourselves, and a full sized pick up truck full of firewood.
I have had roommates all my adult life and always shared my space with others. Had issues, some big, some small. Like the girl who stole my underwear and clothes and brought random guys over every night for a noisy sleepover, ew, I moved out. Or the roommate who was attracted to me and me not to them at all, they were creepy and I moved! Oh I could go on for days...dirty dishes, parties, stuff being stolen, food of mine being eaten, but tis all the past
Husband is by far the BEST roomie ever! Clean, my best friend, great cook. I don't have any problems with the guy, he is a good one all these years. Lucky me
Husband is by far the BEST roomie ever! Clean, my best friend, great cook. I don't have any problems with the guy, he is a good one all these years. Lucky me
Guys!? I fart right ON my FH and he makes a grossed out face and says "thats my girl"
YOU are a goddess!!Originally Posted by Trouts mom
Guys!? I fart right ON my FH and he makes a grossed out face and says "thats my girl"
My cousin does the same thing!!! She is good at sneaking up on her family....yes, kids too!
My husband.. oh how you annoy me .. he does not eat. So I nag him. I made dinner fixed his lazy bum a plate, shoveing it under his nose and I still have to remind him eat your darn food before it gets cold.
And he also has a tendancey to not clean up after himself. You know wrappers dirty plates and the like, sigh. I still love him though.
Sigh.. only after we were married did he develop these nasty little issues.
Sigh.. only after we were married did he develop these nasty little issues.
