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10 Things I Hate More than Anything and Here’s Why

I’m in a school cafeteria for Cub Scouts. The kids are pretending their chairs are rockets, and it’s loud. I close my eyes and realize it’s not the noise that’s hate-worthy (although it’s close), it’s the smell.

Kenya texts that she needs three more things, and I text back about school cafeteria smells, thinking I can use this for this week’s Finish the Sentence Friday Listicle. It’s 10 things I hate more than anything.

We’d texted the day before and I’d asked whether she’d written. I thought about telling our Facebook group “OOPS sorry this is a stupid prompt.”

Kenya said “You kinda have to be in a cranky mood,” which I shared with the Facebook group, and a few of them were all “I’m in. I’m cranky.”

                       

I had my only hate thing – the cafeteria.

She always starts these prompts earlier than I do. I don’t hate that though. It is what it is. We all work differently.

These are the 10 things I hate more than anything, and here’s why.

10 things I hate more than anything and here

10

See above) The smell in school cafeterias (and gyms). It’s a combination of garbage, cleaning supplies, and kid juice. Gross.

9

Years ago, I was relieved to get my period. These days, I have adenomyosis (yup that’s spelled correctly), and am trying some alternatives to surgery but suspect surgery will win in the long run.

It’s safe to say I hate my period. It’s become a sentence.

8

One-sided conversations. You know how you can have an entire 20-minute long conversation with somebody, and walk away thinking that they didn’t ask how you are?

Or, if they did, they didn’t listen to any of it because they were too busy telling you about how great or horrible life is for them?

It’s safe to say I hate that. I walk away feeling used and unworthy.

7

I spent my 12th summer with my Grandmother. She loved beets.

It was impossible for her to believe there are people in the world who don’t love them.

I said “I’m sorry, but I don’t like beets,” she made me try them all her ways.

I tried them with butter.

I tried them with sugar.

I tried them grilled.

I tried them pickled.

None of the ways they’re prepared took away the fact that the beet flavor never went away, and it’s the flavor of beets that I hate.

I like butter. I like sugar. I like grilled things. I like pickled things.

But when that thing is a beet? Puke. I hate beets.

6

In some ways, I’m really shy. It’s weird, because people who know me never believe this.

I advocate hard for my son, share my opinion without caring whether it’s popular or not. I speak out it when it’s cringe-worthy but important, and am always willing to discuss issues. Admit when I’m wrong.

But mostly, I’m shy, and a pleaser. Because of that, I hate fake people.

You know them. They’re at the playground. At your kids’ sporting events.

The ones that are all like “Hey girl! How ARE you?” and then don’t wait for you to answer.

Or, you answer, and they tell your business to another friend.

5

Judgmental people. ‘Nuff said there. Don’t judge anybody.

You never know what’s going on with another person’s story.

Except, crap. Judge people who hate other people without reason. Those people suck.

4

Why are we doing a list of things we hate? I’m not cranky. I’m feeling great.

Good news today. Sunshine.

Ugh, why did we think of this? I kinda hate making a list of things I hate right now, but I can’t use that. It’s too stupid.

“I need to get cranky. I’ll make dinner and think about it.”

Gets up to make dinner… and…

3

Makes fish and watches as it completely falls apart. Totally and completely.

What began as three nice filets became 400 little nugget things in the pan.

Robert and Tucker liked it but still, I hate when I try to make a nice dinner and it falls apart, literally or figuratively.

2

I hate how much clutter I keep. I have toys that Tucker hasn’t played with since he was three, and yet, I remember his glee in dumping things into a garbage truck on the breakfast bar.

I can almost see littler-him.

Hear his whooshing noises.

The clatter of toy cars and planes falling into the bed of the garbage truck.

A dump truck. They were our party-bags from his first birthday party.

This isn’t on the breakfast bar, but on the floor, dumping marbles.

This is our clutter. I tell myself that the memories will stay if I donate the trucks, but I wonder.

Just seeing them makes me smile.

I hate that so many unplayed toys with still do.

I think about the ending of Toy Story 3, and how I cried when Andy showed the little girl how to play with his favorites.

*sob*

Not. There. Yet.

Hate it anyway.

1

And, 1. The number one thing I hate more than anything is the voice in my head.

I’m too old.

I’m too fat.

I’ll die too young.

I’m not enough.

The perfect pitch of my son’s voice cracks through. At last night’s book fair, he wanted to use his money to get a spy pen.

It’s one of those pens that writes clear, and you can only see the text when using a black light.

He brought me a blank piece of paper. Asked what I saw.

I studied it.

“Nothing? I asked.

And he lit it up with the black light.

I read “I love you.”

Simple.

Pure.

Those mean voices in my head shut the heck up. Not much better in life than a not-so-little-little boy writing his mom a secret note with a spy pen saying “I love you.”

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This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post, with my amazing co-host, Kenya G. Johnson of Sporadically Yours.

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  • JT Walters - #9. You can’t hate #9 but love it because it brought you Tucker but there is a time to have it taken care of—nuff said!

    #7. I loath beets too! Puked beets would be much worse!!

    #3 They were thrilled with what you made. It wasn’t scrambled eggs.

    #2 You are keeping that stuff for a reason. I get down on myself about this too like when I had a 100 empty plastic bottles and my ex-friends told me I. need to see a psychiatrist because I was a hoarder. When hurricane Irma came, I didn’t have to spend a penny on water. I just filled my bottles up from the tap!!

    #1. I hate that voice too and it judges so hardly a person who doesn’t believe in judgement. If you could just beat that bitch voice down but then you wouldn’t be a sensitive artist. It is part of the territory over criticisizing ourselves because we think our friends are too easy on us. If you could limit that voice to your writing that would be awesome!

    Ah!! I think it is beautiful Tucker used his spy pen to write you a very secret creative message to get you to purchase it for him. Well done Mama Bear!!

    And you were worried he wouldn’t write in your article Words are important. You must be on cloud 9. At least you know you are a good Mother as written by Mr. Tucker Campbell.😊. How can you hate anything with that achievement?April 12, 2018 – 10:38 pmReplyCancel

    • JT Walters - I really hate auto-correct!!April 12, 2018 – 10:52 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - OMG WP logged me out after I typed a billion words. Ok maybe not a billion but a lot.
      9 yes, glad that it brought me Tux but OMG so done with it now. Giving some meds another chance but am thinking surgery is the best option.
      7 BEETS are GROSSSSSSS
      3 yes, although they may have been more happy to see scrambled eggs as a recognizable dish, the fish did end up tasting nice. Such a pain though, to have it fall apart like that. still, small world problem.
      2. Maybe you’re right – the water bottle situation is amazing. You saved people by holding on to stuff!
      1. UGH that voice, but yes, that Tucker pulled me out of it… and he’s so sweet, I know that’s such a gift.
      You’re a good mother too. Know that. What’s happening is horrible. and unfair.April 13, 2018 – 9:18 pmReplyCancel

      • JT Walters - My fail safe meal was pancakes.

        The fish was still yummy! Mission Accomplished; Mom and Wife.

        And I love you and that you. You make our differences are so small and our likeness so great. You’d be the perfect Ambassador!!😘April 13, 2018 – 9:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Kenya G. Johnson - Sweeeet way to end a hate list! Now 400 little nuggets things had me laughing for a minute. Giggling as I type this. As for this prompt, as it loomed over me this week I felt like I was cranky. It further induced crankiness. I’m so glad it’s Friday. It was going to be a long week as we had to travel tomorrow for basketball but it got cancelled because other teams dropped out. I’ll have my mind ready for the next one. No more cranky prompts okay? Love what we ended up with though. The insertion of the our texts conversation – the icing. LOL! I’ve either blogged about or shared a picture about a beet smoothie. I wonder if you saw it. It was good “enough” at the time but I don’t think I could do it again. I’ve found just as healthy things that taste WAY bette. You really can’t make beets taste like anything else. It was called a Red Velvet Smoothie. GROSS. I think I shared it on Facebook. The lady I ride to the gym with is a one-sided conversation person and she tells me about everybody else (people I don’t know). So she doesn’t know any of my business. I keep it light.April 13, 2018 – 7:16 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Aw thanks! The 400 little nuggets thing was true. I have no idea what happened. Maybe it was the type of fish? It was flounder. It FELL APART. Sorry the prompt further induced crankiness but your post cracked me up and I loved all of your avitar things. NO MORE CRANKY PROMPTS (until it’s time for the next one? Maybe next year??)
      I think I remember a post about beets by you, somewhere and I may have skipped it instead of putting some type of puke-face on it. Gross. I’m addicted to the Detox Island Green at Tropical Smoothie. It’s Spinach, kale, mango, pineapple, banana & fresh ginger (and is naturally sweetened so doesn’t have tons of calories although I’m not sure about sugar as both pineapple and banana in it). There’s no Tropical Smoothie in Colorado. Thinking of asking about a franchise. Anyeay. the lady you go to the gym with. They’re too many, right?April 13, 2018 – 9:24 pmReplyCancel

  • Debi - I have to say that I love how both you and I were willing to write about the things we hate but only in the context of the things we love. It’s like the optimists in us just can’t stay down!April 13, 2018 – 9:33 amReplyCancel

  • Allison - Totally, wholeheartedly agree with you on number 8 – drives me crazy. ANd want to shake you about number one:). I’ve been way over-dosing on the inspirational self-help genre as of late and I could really get on my soapbox about being kind to yourself first, and above all others!!!! But I will spare you:). Perhaps just mail you a stack of books. Ha!April 13, 2018 – 11:31 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - One-sided conversations are the worst. Seriously. Who does that? Well, a lot of people. Sigh. Go you with the inspirational self-help focus. I do need to be nicer to me. I know this but appreciate the reminder. <3April 14, 2018 – 12:58 pmReplyCancel

  • Lizzi - I kinda hate when autocorrect or autofill doesn’t do the thing. I hate how my phone keyboard is so slow and laggy and won’t type properly. I hate that you have that voice and am glad T is providing an alternative. Hope he keeps doing that. I will, too. Hate rude people. Hate when people comment their own post in your comments (like this) and there’s so much to respond to and so little time and I feel like a loser for not addressing all the points. Hate disturbed sleep. Hate plantar fasciitis. Hate your periods for you (and mine for me). Hate being frustrated. Hate being stressed about being frustrated. Hate procrastinating and how stuff keeps building up. Hate how thinking about stuff I hate makes me feel crankier than whe I started thinking about it. Now I am going to go think of things that make me happy. You’re one. I should be back to normal soon. GEEZ this comment tho!April 13, 2018 – 1:57 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - HAHA! I hate your hates too. Sorry thinking about them made you more cranky. I didn’t think of the procrastination thing but I am way too good at putting things off until the last second when I then do them in a panic. Dumb.
      To happy – you make me happy. And I like this comment. 😀April 14, 2018 – 1:00 pmReplyCancel

      • Lizzi - I’m glad glad you like me…even though I like beets. I shall keep them an ocean away from you xoxo

        P.S. procrastinating SUCKS but it’s so addictive. I am sure I would get more sleep if I didn’t do it so much.April 14, 2018 – 4:05 pmReplyCancel

        • Kristi Campbell - I’m glad I like you too even though you like nasty beets. I did a great job procrastinating today. Epic, really.April 14, 2018 – 6:49 pmReplyCancel

          • Beetluvr - Annnnd I had roast beet for dinner. It was loooverly. And I procrastinated on sleep. Again. DOH! Glad you did some too… I am at least in excellent company 😘April 14, 2018 – 7:20 pm

  • [email protected] - I was cranky this week so I was glad for this prompt. It got me to write for the first time in over a month. Also, I had to look up adenomyosis, but it sounds like it really sucks, so I’m sorry. Yay for not so little boys with spy pens and great moms, though! 🙂April 13, 2018 – 2:58 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m glad that this prompt got you to write again. That’s a good thing. And yeah, adenomysosis sucks. I might just have the surgery and not have to worry about it any longer but I’m a big fat baby who’s scared. So we’ll see 😉 And YAY for little boys with spy pens 😀April 14, 2018 – 1:01 pmReplyCancel

  • Pat B - The only way I enjoyed beets when I was a kid was when the cooked beets had been soaked in equal parts cold water and vinegar overnight. I still enjoy them that way, but I’ve learned to eat them plain on green salads too.Roasted beets with other roasted veggies is okay too.

    I love your #1, not because of the voices in your head are saying, but because of what your son is saying to you when you needed to hear that.

    I still have some toys, and I was just thinking this week, “Why am I still hanging on to these?”

    Love the photo of your son playing with his marbles and trucks!April 13, 2018 – 3:09 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Funny, I didn’t try beets with water and vinegar (overnight, huh?) but might skip that now. I think my grandma’s good intentions made me dislike them even more. I love that you still have some toys! I guess we each keep the things that remind us of other times when they were so important to the moment. THanks, Pat!April 14, 2018 – 1:03 pmReplyCancel

  • Emily - Awww..great ending. I know exactly what you mean about the cafeteria smell…sooo gross! I can literally conjure it up too, even though I haven’t been inside a school cafeteria in a long, long time. It might be one of the reasons why I could never be a school teacher!April 13, 2018 – 6:10 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - LOL to the cafeteria smell being a reason why you can’t be a teacher. It’s a good one! 😀April 14, 2018 – 1:04 pmReplyCancel

  • Linda Atwell - This.Is.Perfect.
    That is all. Just perfect.

    I too am shy (at times), hate beets, am so glad I no longer have a period, and have ugly voices in my head. See, we are cyber sisters. Forever.

    Hugs coming your way!April 15, 2018 – 6:59 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - You’re too kind. Too. Kind. But thank you and I’ll take your cyber sisterhood forever because you’re awesome and will always love your cyber hugs, too. ooxo Beets suck. My period sucks. Voices in our heads suck. xoxoxoApril 15, 2018 – 8:59 pmReplyCancel

  • Kerry - Feeling cranky a lot lately, so this should have been the perfect outlet, but I was writing other things and thinking about the other things I have to write. Then, your number one, and I heard voices in my head that were super critical of my writing efforts and plans.

    So, I love the salad I had at Burnt Toast Cafe during my visit to Whitehorse last year. MMMM, beet salad, with maple syrup dressing. Beets did keep me away for a lot of years though. I am super sensitive to lots of smells, mostly food smells, but I didn’t feel like thinking about things I hate. I hate war. That’s all that’s on my mind the last few days especially, as I imagine poor children being set on with chemical weapons, by their own country, or whomever. I don’t like to use the term hate, if I can help it, but many countries and their bravado about their political or … look how tough we are and the world will listen to us…crap…I hate so much of it. I guess I couldn’t find the light side of such a topic and so I shied away from this week’s prompt, but I do love your list. And I do hate that I get envious and jealous of other people and lives, even when I know some women struggle with pelvic pain, just because I never had a regular and functioning cycle and I thought at least they have had it…but I know that pain is horrible, and I don’t wish it on anyone, for any reason.

    Yeah, I am cranky, just as I am excited about things coming up in my life. It’s such a roller coaster, the things we love/hate and this life.April 16, 2018 – 4:43 amReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I’m cranky too. All the war in the world is mind blowing. How people can kill their own country’s children. I don’t understand it. I hate it.
      Oh those damn voices in our heads. When will we know that no matter what, we’re worthy and amazing and and and… ???
      So I’m glad you enjoyed your beet salad so much (maple syrup – interesting dressing) but I just can’t do it. Can’t. Just the smell of them makes me gag a little bit. I’m glad you’re also excited about things coming up in life. You’re right, it’s a complete roller coaster. xoxoApril 18, 2018 – 10:49 amReplyCancel

  • My Inner Chick - ~~~and walk away thinking that they didn’t ask how you are.— Really?
    Those people make me BOIL…but I sort of erased them from my life. I mean, how can’t somebody not ask “HOW ARE YOU?” I don’t get it. I just don’t get it, man.

    Anyhow, you are beautiful, amazing, a gifted writer, a fun friend,super mama, and
    ENOUGH ENOUGH ENOUGH.

    Don’t you ever forget it!

    Xxxx from MN.April 16, 2018 – 12:37 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - Some people just suck that way. You’re brilliant for being able to have erased them from your life. I’ve done that a bit, but not enough. And awww shucks, sweet friend. You’re wonderful. xoxoxoApril 18, 2018 – 10:51 amReplyCancel

  • Dana - I should have written last week, but I didn’t. I hate that. And I hate that I beat myself up about something that no one but me cares about. I also hate beets, but I love the note from Tucker. He’s wiser than that voice in your head, ya know.April 16, 2018 – 8:33 pmReplyCancel

    • Kristi Campbell - I hate that any of us beat ourselves up for things nobody cares about too. Let’s just stop it ok? Beets are disgusting. And I love the note from Tucker too. He’s definitely kinder than the voice in my head. 🙂April 18, 2018 – 10:52 amReplyCancel

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