I never really understood the terms, trailer trash or white trash, until it moved in next door to me. Now it greets me on an almost daily basis with loud, obscene “music” playing from speakers pointed directly at my house. It would take me far too long to explain the freak that is my next door neighbor here in this post, so if you have interest, feel free to visit my personal blog.

Read About the Freak at Tinalicious

But when I decided to start my Button Book, there’s no way I could leave the freak next door out of it. I probably should have put him at the front of the visual journal! But I didn’t really want to see that first thing, each time I open it. So I just stuck it in randomly.

What can I say? I cannot stand lipstick…or “yuckstick,” as I affectionately refer to it. It’s disgusting. It tastes gross. I don’t even think I’ve ever owned a tube of lipstick, and I doubt I ever will. Flavored lip gloss (on rare occasions) is the closest I get to wearing lipstick.  So this odd pet peeve of mine had to appear in my Button Book visual journal.

OK, one of my pet peeves for sure is when women wear too much makeup. I can’t stand it, nor do I understand it. So I had to dedicate a page to it in my visual journal.  (If I had all the money some women spend on makeup in a year, I could probably pay off my car.)

Something that has always been a pet peeve and managed to push my buttons is holes in socks, so I had to  include this in my visual journal. I can’t stand socks with holes in them. I also can’t stand sewing them! And is it just me, or do socks just not last as long as they used to? I think the manufacturers make them so that they wear out sooner or something! (Disclaimer: any resemblance to your leg or anyone else’s is purely coincidental and unintentional.)

I’ve never understand the appeal of baggy pants. Seems that somewhere along the way, boys and men of all ages decided it was some sort of fashion statement to have their pants drooped down around their thighs, allowing their underwear to be exposed.  What gives? And exactly what kind of fashion statement is that making, other than the obvious: that your pants are too big and you need a belt. I will never understand this fad, and it really pushes my buttons. It’s like a disease or something (BPD–Baggy Pants Disease). So I had to include it as a page in this visual journal.