Don’t tell Miss Terry, because I don’t want to disillusion her of the notion, but I really don’t know everything there is to know about everything in the world. There are a lot of things I just don’t understand.
I tried to watch the Daytona 500 yesterday, but after fifteen minutes of watching rednecks driving fast and turning left, I got bored. If you’re a NASCAR fan, I’m glad you enjoy it, but I’m sorry, I don’t understand the attraction.
Have you ever noticed that people always drop their trash in the front of the campground dumpster instead of making the tiny bit of extra effort to toss it to the rear? Pretty soon it’s so full in the front that the lid won’t close all the way, and the back half is still empty. Why is that? How much harder is it to throw stuff to the back?
Here’s another one I don’t understand. This outfit has built an indoor RV park in North Dakota. You can pull your rig in, have full hookups, and not have to deal with weather. All it takes is a lot of money. Would you pay $1,000+ a month to live inside a garage in your RV? I understand that they are up in the oil patch where separating the workers from their big salaries is a way of life, but I just don’t see this going nationwide.
I don’t understand people who push their dogs around in baby carriages. I know you call it your furkid, but it’s a dog. God gave it four perfectly good legs and then you steal its dignity. Why is that? Somebody said they do it because when they go to the store or to a flea market, its easier than trying to keep it on a leash. Here’s an idea, leave it home! Hell, I was a real kid once and my parents didn’t feel the need to haul me around with them everywhere they went! Of course, they also taught me not to pee on the floor or chew on the furniture while they were gone.
Something else I don’t understand is why people feel the need to post everything they do on social media sites like Facebook and Twitter. “Stopping at Starbucks.” “Back in the car, driving to work.” “Having lunch at Olive Garden.” Trust me, nobody cares! Your life’s not that interesting.
And why are ten year old kids texting? Why do they even have a cell phone? What do they have to say? Their lives are even less interesting than their parents I wrote about above.
These are just some of the things that confuse me. I could write more, but I need to get on Facebook and let folks know I just finished writing my blog.
Thought For The Day – Marriage may be made in heaven, but the maintenance must be done here on earth.