People are funny. Sometimes humorous and sometimes just odd. Don’t believe me? Then please explain how people with allergies seem to think their allergies are more important than ca cheap and fairly healthy form of protein…aka peanut butter? Or the fact that people with allergies, or scent issues seem to think that outweighs other people’s rights to use scented deodorant or hairspray? Let’s not even discuss perfume!
now let’s say one of those same people have a child. And let’s say that this particular person decides that their rights of not immunize their child outweighs the rights of the community. In the community are a few people with weakened immune systems and being exposes to things such as measles r chickenpox is very serious. Can someone please explain to me how the parent’s right to do as they believe outweighs the lives of other people? Especially since the parent insist that his/her own health is more important than the right to do as others wish when it comes to wearing perfume?
how does this even make sense? It doesn’t, at least not to me and yet people do this ever day. Logic, apparently, need not fully be applied to get what one wants. Nor is fairness important in theses cases.
I’m hoping someone can explain this to me, help me make sense out of what seems senseless to me.
I’m not sure if it’s the same in your household, but in mine, it seems that the man is incapable of putting a fresh roll of toilet tissue on the holder. It must be something that girls just innately know how to do.
Far too often I’ve gone into the “powder room” only to discover that the toilet tissue holder is empty with a full roll set out near by. It’s as if Beloved is physically unable to complete the feat of magic required to remove the empty roll and replace it with a full one.
Paper towels? Oh it’s the exact same issue. It makes me wonder what it is about rolls and holders and Beloved. There is some missing connection. Surely there must be for he isn’t a lazy ,nor is he stupid. I’ve no other explanation for it than he is deficient in putting rolls on holders.
sure in the grand scheme, of things this shouldn’t matter. I mean no wars will be fought over this. No lives will be lost. But life is filled with all those little annoyances that cannot be explained. Day after day, week after week, these little annoyances can grind on you, or you can just move past them.
the way I look at it, at least Beloved doesn’t leave just an empty roll on the holders, he ensures there is a full roll always nearby. Again it’s those little things!
I recently had what I was told is an ocular migraine. I had no idea that these things existed. I kind of wish I never had encountered one. You see an ocular migraine is fairly much what it sounds like. It’s a migraine of the eye.
For me it was as if I was looking underwater with one eye and then stabbing eye pain and headache. And the pain seemed unending . I felt like poking out my eye to make the pain stop. The good doctor assured me this wasn’t the answer. He reminded me that the pupil is basically a hole so if one sticks something directly into the pupil it’s just going into a void.
The doctor told me that voids have no nerves in them thus the pain isnt from there so that also will not solve the pain. He assured me I’d be better to not poking my eye out because the migraine would dissipate and I’d want my sight back.
he was right, cue the pain ended and my sight was normal, I was glad to not be minus my sight. It never ceases to amaze me what I am willing to trade away in a hasty moment of pain, never considering the longer term pain I’d create for myself. Some how I always lose sight of this.
Can someone please tell me what the appeal is of sticking one’s head in the refrigerator and just looking blankly at the shelves? I’ve seen people do this throughout my life.
Logic tells me they should be looking for something, which they then remove from the machine. But the look on their faces indicates they aren’t really seeing anything on the shelves. Typically there is at least a slight bend to their bodies while they do this action.
okay let’s be honest, it’s mostly males, at least males in my life, who do this. Please understand I’m not bashing males, it’s just that friend’s, loved ones who I’ve discovered partaking of this odd ritual are male. Maybe it’s a male thing.
just a while ago I saw Beloved head to the kitchen, when he didn’t return after a few minutes I thought I better go investigate. Perhaps he found gourmet food or cake in the fridge. What if he did? Would he honestly save it all for himself?
With these concerns I made my way into the kitchen where I found him hunched over, hand on door of the open refrigerator just staring into the open space. He didn’t even respond when I poked him. Is there something magical that causes trances to happen? Why hasn’t anyone told me a out this?
Beloved suggests women know how to do this too, but we save it because we are normally too cold. But there comes a time in life when women suddenly get warm, too warm. I’m not asking him anymore about this.
What I am thinking though is that he is setting it up for our pet penguin. I want a nice fuzzy baby penguin. I feel like it’s the least we can do. I mean the poor parents will want a break from trying to keep those babies nice and warm. And with Beloved opening the refrigerator door and leaving it open for periods of time, we could provide the baby with a bit of home without freezing to death. 😉
I must admit, I love the dog. As much as I complain about some of his umm characteristics, I love him dearly. There I said it! 😀 I’m not ashamed to say it either, he’s family after all.
Now, having said that, I must confess that there are things that no matter how much I love someone it doesn’t mean I’m willing to accept everything. For example the dog is more than content to share.
He will happily share our bed with us. He also loves to share our blankets with us. And food? Yes indeed put him down for that too. But his idea of sharing is a bit off.
Blankets, he will gladly share his blanket with me or have me share my blanket with him. Blankets, I suspect, are just one of those things meant to be shared.
Beds are another story. He gladly takes our bed, he starts with a bit, but takes over the whole bed with wiggles and stretches. But try to share his bed with him and that’s a huge no no. I learnt this the other day when I was sitting on the floor and accidentally sat in his bed. A bed he wasn’t in at the time mind you. He suddenly had to be in his bed and to do so required him growling and pushing to get me out of the space.
sharing food? Oh yes he wants me, no scratch that. He demands that I share my food with him. He isn’t happy unless I do so. Pretend trying to take some of his food and its teeth bared, perhaps even a gentle snap of the teeth. There will be growling as well. He means business. And business means not sharing with me.
Depending on which toy we try to take, he may be willing to share or not. He’s kind of ‘what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is mine’ kind of dog.
Am I to blame for this? Probably. But honestly with how sharing works with him why can’t it be his fault?😉
It started with longing look, a subtle licking of the lips. Then it was shifted body position, moving a little closer to me. This was followed with big, woeful eyes and then the whining commenced. The low, mournful whining that was meant to play upon the strings of my heart.
It isn’t that my heart doesn’t have strings, as I’m sure it does. It wasn’t that I’m deaf to the low, mournful whines, because I’m not. It isn’t that I couldn’t see the shifting of the body or the big, woeful eyes because I can.
No my dear friends, it wasn’t for any of this those reasons. Instead it was for the simple fact that I wanted to enjoy my meal. Not have to listen to the whining and look at the sad eyes. It also happens to not be a time when I want to take up weight lifting, the weight of another body on my arm.
No friends, when it comes to enjoying my meal, the only weight lifting I want to be doing is of food. Food being lifted to my mouth on an eating utensil.😉
I know what you are thinking, why let the dog eat with you. Normally he’s rather content to eat his dog food and doesn’t beg at the table. The same,however cannot be said for Beloved! 😉
If I get home after he has eaten, and my food smells good he puts a dog to shame witj his begging and whining skills. the man has been known to offer to do a quality assurance check of my food. Just to be sure emit’s still up to standard. Yes friends he is willing to make that kind of a sacrifice for me. And still I won’t share! Mostly because he already got his so why should we haven on split mine as well?
I chipped a nail today at work. I know, drama and trauma right?😉
As You may know, I tend to grow mine out to what my mother called “respectable lengths for a lady” and the cut them when it’s too much. Don’t worry, they grow back!😊
It wouldn’t have bothered me except that it chipped along the side of the nail, rather deeply. Which means it hurt. Which means I wasn’t impressed. It also mean it bothered me all day long.
Now out of all the stuff going on in the world, it’s a chipped nail that bothers me? Something isn’t right! Sure it hurt, sure it looked odd. sure it even got stuck in my clothing and scrapped my skin. But I wasn’t facing what lots of people face just to survive, just to meet their basic needs. I meant,it’s just a nail. I don’t even care that much and yet there it was, my focus.
A friend pointed out that most often I worry about and focus on world issues. I’m worried about things like social justice, equality, and such. But I’m human so now and then I can’t help but be focused on the me stuff. Still im not sure how this happened or why it bothers me so much.