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I am a very lucky woman with a husband and son who are smart, witty and entertaining. Our son, B, attended public school for two years, and then we embarked on a new adventure in the Fall of 2010 - homeschooling. We don't have all the answers, but we know B and this has been the best thing for him. I blog to preserve our stories and our memories, share recipes, vent and ramble on about our crazy, yet blessed, life. Would you care to follow along?

Things I Don't Get

This is me, naked.  No makeup and confused about the things I don't get.
Disclaimer - when I say "Things I Don't Get", I am not making judgements.  I am merely referring to things I do not understand because they are beyond my understanding, my comprehension, what I would do or how I would feel.  These are not right vs. wrong issues.  For example, I don't get how males can walk around, comfortably, with a penis between their legs.  I can't stand it if I have a grain of sand in my shoe or if my panties run up one butt cheek 1/8 of an inch.  (I have learned that my son's texture issues come from me.)  Therefore, I could not be comfortable if, all of a sudden, I had a penis in my pants.  However, that is the norm for males, and all they have ever known, so it is not an issue for them.  Savvy?  Good.  Let us proceed.  (P.S. I will be adding to this list as time goes on...)

I don't get...

...why someone travels in the fast lane, going below the speed limit.  Is it because you are unfamiliar with the area, yet know you have to make a left-hand turn eventually, so you are just being prepared?

...a car trying to squeeze in front of me when there is barely 1/2 a car's-length between me and the car in front of me, but absolutely no one behind me.  Does your ego truly need that much of a boost?  "I got ahead by one. More. Car.  Yeah, me!"

...the number of drivers I've seen in the last 2 years running stop signs and red lights because they feel there is no oncoming traffic or such traffic is not close enough to the intersection to interfere with them running said stop sign or light?  (OK.  I gotta be honest here.  I am judging in this instance.)

...you taking your bad day/current circumstance/life out on someone providing a service to you.  A) Your day/current circumstance/life is not the fault of the person you are taking it out on, and B) do you really expect someone to want to help you when you are nasty to them?

...parents who neglect the basic needs of their children (i.e. sleep, nutrition, attention, help) solely for the fact that it interferes with the goals/schedules/objectives of said parents.

...the "do unto others before they do unto you" attitude.  I believe in, "Do unto others as you'd have them do unto you."

...how love can turn selfish and ugly.  If it doesn't work out or you are no longer in love with someone, why can't you just part ways?  What happens to make a person want to ruin someone they once loved?  Ruin their credit, their reputation with lies, keep them from their children just to hurt them?

...why the majority of white women want to be blonde.  The hair color you were born with was made to perfectly complement your natural skin tone.  Trust me.

...why tampon manufacturers don't put a size indicator on the wrapper of every tampon.  I don't know what your color scheme means, especially since every brand has it's own color scheme.  How hard is it to put a little "L", "R", "S" or "S+" on the wrapper, for goodness sakes?!  At least one of y'all does, so it is possible.

...liking or hating someone merely because your friend likes or hates that person.  Believe it or not, shit like this still goes on in your 30s and 40s.  *sigh*

...why people don't cover their mouths anymore when they yawn in public.

...people talking on their cell phones in public.  And I'm not talking about a quick, I-have-a-specific-question-for-you calls.  I mean lengthy, TMI, personal calls regarding topics that the many people around you in the grocery store should not be privy to.

...ladies who talk on their cell phones while using a public restroom.  I am not singling out the ladies nor implying that males don't do this.  However, I have not been in a men's bathroom since the invention of the cell phone, so I have only experienced women doing this.  If I was on the other end of that call, I would not want to hear what you nor any of your fellow stall mates are doing.  Let it roll to VM and call me when you get out, please.