There are some things in life I will never understand. For example, I don’t get why men have to be so disgusting. Hubs was recently telling me about the port-a-potties and bathrooms at work (he’s in construction), and well, that’s a post all by itself. Use your imagination and that still won’t be enough to hit the ick factor that I did. But that’s an unexplainable thing that isn’t likely to change anytime soon.
But there are some, a few things out there that could be different, but for some reason, they’re not.
I’ve never seen Jenny Craig herself in one of her advertisement’s. Never. Not that I can recall. Not even a photo. Does Jenny exist? Did she ever exist? Was it just some name created for the program? Or is Jenny really an overweight, out-of-shape gal living it up on an island in Greece? I could google this, and might find an answer, but really, when I’m flashed her name so often, I should know this sort of thing.
Deodorant. Can we all say it together? How come the deodorant won’t stay in the container? If you use the spray, let me tell you how this typically works. You pull off the cap, all looks well and good with your deodorant so you take it to your pit only to feel ungodly pain. And yep, the deodorant part of the deodorant is on the floor at your feet. I’ve since learned my lesson to watch what I’m doing, but every now and then when I’m in a hurry, the deodorant will get the best of me.
Shampoo bottles. Every other bottle I buy, I can’t open it. And I don’t have this problem with the conditioner. ONLY the shampoo. So what gives? I pry and I pry, nothing. I’ve since learned to not do this with my teeth and instead use the rag to be able to open it.
Magazines. I like a good magazine. What I don’t like about many magazines is walking away smelling like a French wh–, a uh, professional perfume sprayer. Perhaps magazines should adapt a one brand per issue. Cause really, after I get to the third one, my nose sensors have long ago been fried off.
Tell me what things out there are the unexplained for you?
Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: | Life
Well, I don’t know if it really mystifies me, but it certainly drives me nuts. What are the people thinking who drive along ahead of me, one foot on the gas pedal — because at times they are accelerating — and one foot resting casually on the brake, because the brake lights are merrily blinking on and off (or worse yet, full on), even during above-mentioned acceleration.
Why do they do that?
It makes me profoundly grateful that my parents insisted I learn to drive stick shift so I know the left foot needs to be available for the clutch. Presumably the ditzes in front of me were not so trained. But someday in the deep darkness of night (when exasperation has pushed me over the edge) I will follow them home, creep into their bedrooms, and yell in their ear, “Get your damn foot off the brake, stupid!”
uhhhh*shudder*
I can’t stand stupid drivers. Those on the brakes and also the ones that whip out in front of you on the highway, causing you to slow down from a nice 55mph to 20 for all of 50 yards before they turn off.
I am not getting your problem with deodorant. Now, if you want to talk about roll-on too soon after shaving your pits, I”M THERE!
Why is it so hard for husband to bend at the waist and put dirty dishes in the dishwasher instead of piling them in the sink?
Why is it that I can kill myself dieting for a month and lose 2 pounds, BUT let me have one 24 hour junk food binge and I gain 5 pounds?
Oh, Cyndi, do I identify! I swear I’m being as good as gold and the 5 lbs. I gained over Christmas — and I really didn’t eat THAT much — appears to have taken permanent possession of my midriff.
Down a pound one day, back the next. When we’re talking about what we do not understand, that’s right up there on my list.
Cyndi, feel lucky. It doesn’t feel worth a darn.
And I’m so with you on the 24 hrs. of junk food. I told the hubs this morning I think I’m loosing 1/4 of a pound every 3 to 5 days.
Well, i don’t have the deoderant or shampoo issues. When I was in Jenny Craig 16 years ago, her face was used. I think shortly after that she sold the company so maybe that is why they no longer use her face.
As for drivers. The one that gets me is the driver that goes below speed limit in a no passing zone. As soon as you get to a passing zone, they have already sped up and are going over the speed limit. Maybe this just gets me because most of my commute is one lane- no passing.
Keri, I love this post. One of those make you go hmmmm…thinking kind of post.
Sorry I’ve been absent the last couple of days, but we’ve been busy with things for the hopefully new house.
The seller’s have accepted our offer, but now we have to wait for their bank to accept it as well.
I’m not so good on the waiting thing. I’ve already picked out the paint I want on the walls, figured where I’ll put what, and that’s not such a good thing, just yet.
Lynda, that drives me nuts too. And what else? Those drivers that kiss your bumper when you’re already speeding!!
Vicki I’ve got my fingers cross for you! And yeah, I do that too. I would probably be buying the paint!