It Is Over, Finally!


It is over. Finally, We have a new President, a new Congress, and a new agenda. Time to get to work, so just stop having tantrums and act like adults. You have four years to work the kinks out of your complaints and to fix your democratic party. By then, even the most infantile amongst you should be mature enough to understand politics is not personal and have to do with the country, not your feelings.

President Trump is neither a Republican, nor a Democrat, he is an Constitutionally aligned Independent, and as such, has no loyalty to either party in power. Bravo! America First, not the pundits of the Washington D.C. Beltway. As such, he will have an uphill fight against all the entrenched politicians who are stunned that he actually won. I was laughing like a loon once he was sworn in as our new President.

Yes, Our new president. I loathed everything Obama stood for, the very sound of his voice made me ill. Nothing he had to say interested me, I was worried about living day to day under his regime. But, he was still the president, and even if I couldn’t respect him as a man, I could respect to office he held. It was a struggle, but I managed. So suck it up cupcakes, and learn to deal with the present, not what you didn’t get.

Today is the first day of the new presidency. What do we see, what does the rest of the world see? People who should know better out tearing up businesses, burning things, screaming foul language, and exhibiting rude behavior all in the name of an almighty temper tantrum. You did this when your candidate lost, it didn’t change a thing; one would think you would learn from that. Have your tantrum, all it does is make people with an ounce of common sense laugh at you, find you immature, or a paid ally of the true enemies of the United States. Just stop. It will not change a thing, nothing, Nada, and the administration of President Donald J. Trump will go forward.

I am hoping when the histrionics, snowflake crying sessions, thumb sucking, and kicking of feet stops (probably when they get bored, hungry, stoned, or sober), that people will just learn to make a difference in their lives for good and for the good of their communities. Stop playing patty cake with childish behavior, and take another step toward being a grown up. Roll your sleeves up, and get to it.

People of my generation used to protest, but my heavens, we didn’t tear up our own neighborhoods to make a point. We didn’t tear up anyone’s neighborhood. We had to live and work there the next day. This mess will take days to clear up, and people will be out of work because of YOU. Feel good now?

Look, life doesn’t stop for anyone, and all of us have a finite amount of time here on earth, why not use it to build something, make something, grow something rather than destroy what others have worked hard to obtain?

Many people will never like President Trump, eh, so, don’t like him. His job isn’t to make everyone like him, his job is to keep American safe, financially stable, and strong. Your opinion isn’t going to change those things that need to be done. No one is taking any rights away, for heaven’s sake, and heaven knows women have the same if not more rights than any man. I don’t care if you are one of the rainbow alphabet people, or an 80 year old white man, we all need to be safe, financially stable, and have the strength of the military to protect us against terrorism.

We are all people, different, thank goodness, some good, some bad, some peaceful, some angry, but we are all people. Stop pretending to be offended at every little thing, stop pretending to be scared of progress, stop being a damned victim and simply work to be a descent human being. I don’t like some things I see, and I certainly didn’t like Obama at all, but I didn’t cry about it. We tried it the uber liberal way, it wasn’t working. Time to try something new. Crybabies and cupcakes can go to your safe place and sulk all you want, but Mr. Trump will still be president tomorrow. Keep acting out and your safe place might be the county jail, because like with all childish displays of temper tantrums, the adults in the room get tired of it, and discipline happens.

Now, lets see what is going to happen before making the decision to be a brat.

Shhh


Shhh, she’s sleeping. Out cold! Finally! We creep out of the bedroom, softly closing the door and tip toe through the house finding all the hidden Santa gifts to put under the tree. It is an annual event in our home. We want to keep the magic of Christmas in the lives of our children, grandchildren, and in this, our great granddaughter for as long as we can.

Oh, not just the fun side of Christmas with Santa and bells and whistles, but the sacred side of Christmas needs to be kept alive as well. The story of the birth of the Christ child, for whom Christmas is named. The traditions of placing the baby in the manger carefully in each of the crèches we put up around the house, the simple pleasure of music written and performed for this time of year, and the joy of family around us are all part of the magic.

This year she is three, almost four, and Christmas magic is perfect in her eyes. She is amazed by the beautiful tree, and can’t wait to open her gifts that she has been eying under the tree for the past few weeks. She loved packing the gift baskets of home made goodies for our neighbors, because Christmas is also about giving. Watching her believe in the magic reinforces our deep belief in the miracle of the Christ child and all he represents to Christians over the world.

Once the Santa gifts are in place, Papa eats the cookies, and Nana eats the carrot sticks, as we sit in the dark room enjoying the lights from the tree and soft music. I slip into nostalgia, missing my boys being young and too excited to sleep. I miss those days as a young mother, life was ahead of us, and our sons were our future to carry on our traditions. Now here we are, great grandparents, watching our traditions play out to yet another generation of little ones. It is no wonder Christmas music can refuse me to a teary mess.

I can hardly wait for Christmas morning. Hot chocolate and muffins for breakfast, opening gifts, followed by a feast made in my kitchen and served at our table. Some are watching from above, some are far away, but in my heart I know they are thinking of home and the love that shines here for them. I am blessed. We are blessed. We may be old, with most of our lives behind us, but we see the future in the shining eyes of a three year old who believes, deep in her little soul, in the Magic of Christmas.

Fear and Hatred in the Bloggosphere


Interesting that you hate so much. Educate yourself before spouting nonsense spun by the leftist haters who support a murdering criminal for OUR next president just because she has a vagina.

You Said: On the weekend I read, on Facebook, that a group of armed Trump supporters protested outside a Hillary Clinton campaign office in Virginia. And there are already threats of intimidation on election day.

FACEBOOK? Really? Holy cats woman, NO one who puts crap on facebook does due diligence on the stuff they “share” with others. Fact is, it never happened. Fact is, Someone DID fire bomb the Republican headquarters in South Carolina. Fact is, there is proof now that the Clinton Rabble STAGED violent events outside Trump rallies all over the US. They hired Mentally Ill people to do their bidding. That is beyond sick. And don’t tell me that the queen bee didn’t know about it either. That female train wreck is so tightly wound and controlling that nothing gets done without her approval in her camp. Ever.

For every single “report” filled with negative idiocy against Mr. Trump, There are dozens more that refute those idiotic charges. I think he is brash, straight forward, hard hitting, and does’t tolerate bullshit from anyone. No he isn’t likeable. I don’t CARE if he is likeable, I care about what he stands for. And that is to better America both within our country and throughout the world. If Clinton had the same values and agenda as Trump, I would vote for her in a heartbeat. She doesn’t she hates all of us, she hates freedom, she REALLY hates women, the poor, and people of color – Margaret Sanger is her hero after all. She hates our Constitution, our Amendment rights, and everything our flag stands for. She hates the military, even more than the moron currently in the white house, and she loathes the veterans who saved her butt along with the secret service who guard her.

I am worried sick if she gets in office. Russia will go after the middle east as his second kingdom, then us. I am worried that if SHE wins, we will be over run by more terrorists and illegal aliens that we can effectively fight against as she will hobble both law enforcement and the military. I am worried that our debt and taxes will continue to go up exponentially with her so called economic plan. More and more Americans will be forced into living ghetto lives, making them slaves to the federal government to survive. I am equally worried that when Trump wins, the whiners and moaners, and paid thugs of the leftists will start an inner city war that will lead to many dead and wounded.

I am passionately anti abortion, and pro life. She just wants to kill off babies, even after they are born and healthy – even at full term. That is very very mentally ill. Just beyond sick.

So, I wouldn’t be worrying much about Mr. Trump. You may not like how he gets things done, but he does get things done for the BETTER for Americans. Just ask anyone who knows and works for him. (My husbands co-worker from NYC, who happens to be Muslim, and knows and worked for Mr. Trump thinks he is an amazing man who puts people before himself. The co-worker is an immigrant from Bangladesh, here legally, just so you know.)

This is an ugly election. Very ugly. Why is the question. I have researched and studied both sides of the aisle and candidates for several years. I have a good idea why. It is because both sides of the political status quo are terrified of losing their grip and control on the American people. They are afraid of losing their pork deals, cushy side deals, and outrageous freebies garnered by the pay to play agenda that has been ongoing for decades. BOTH parties are guilty and both are terrified that they will no longer be your boss instead of your employee. Sick. But true.

Questions for the Liberal Left.


I have a few questions for those who are devotees of Hillary Clinton. I loathe the woman and her criminal cronies. I have done extensive research on her past and present behavior and deeds, and find her to be criminally unfit to lead the lunch line, let alone our country. However, in hopes of trying to understand why anyone would support, let alone vote for, such a person. I do want answers. However, there are rules.

1. Each answer has to have a verifiable source, and it must be something more than an online political site, Clinton propaganda answer, or emotional knee jerk reaction.

2. The answers must include FACTS, not hearsay, not your opinion, FACTS that can be backed up with verifiable sources.

3. Facts must be given with proof of the statements you make concerning the answers. Remember, this is not an opinion poll. I already know your basic opinion of the the woman or you wouldn’t be voting for her.

So, answer away. But remember, I am not looking for emotions, I am looking for logic, facts, proof, verifiable sources from other than the Internet, and honesty. (I know that using her name and honesty in the same sentence is an oxymoron.) The reason I want this non emotional is because I make my choices that way. I don’t use emotion when it comes to making important decisions in my life, I use common sense, logic, and facts. So please, if you can, honestly, answer my questions so I can understand you extremely bizarre choice for president.

Oh, and for those who are voting for someone else, just use their name in place of Hillary Clinton to answer the same questions.

What has Hillary Clinton done in her career as either Senator or Sec State that has improved the lives of her constituents or the lives of the people of the United States. Or to improve the relationships between the US and other countries?

What has she done to stop terrorism, or improve the lives of the people who are dying at their hands in our country and over the world?

What has she done to support the men and women who are the rank and file of the military and their families. Most of the enlisted men and women live at or below the poverty level, do no meet requirements for federal help like food stamps and barely survive if the spouse is unable to work. (yet welfare queens, drug addicts, and those who won’t work do.)

What has she done to employ people in need of work? Other than her friends and sycophants, that is?

What has she done to create jobs, build businesses, or brought employment to her state, cities, towns, and low income areas?

What has she done to improve the economic future of the US? Specifically, to lighten the burden of the middle class, and small business owners who employ most low income workers?

What has she done to support women other than allow unnecessary abortions and support the demonizing of stay at home mothers?

What has she done to develop solutions for inner city and rural schools where students are failing due to poor teaching and administrations?

What has she done to be transparent and honest to the American people?

What makes her better than any other female to be president? Just because she demands that it is HER turn? What are we in grade school?

What difference does it make if the next president is male or female? Is this some sort of golden circle moment for feminism? All that nonsense is beyond yesterday’s news.

What has she done to support out men and women veterans who have served with honor, and now need medical and mental help to heal? Where are the funds for that?

What will she do different than the ass in the white house now? What would make anyone think she will do anything different, better, or smarter?

What is she going to do to stop illegal immigration?

Is she going to send the illegals back to their home country, build a wall, refuse them government assistance and medical care?

Is she going to stop them from using so called anchor babies to get into and stay in the US?

Will she deport the criminals and make them stay over the border, or just keep letting them out to commit heinous crimes over and over again?

Is she going go enforce the laws we have, and is she going to make it hard to send money to families left behind?

Is she going to stop the terrorists from entering the country under the cover of asylum seekers?

Is she going to stop money from being sent to help the muslim extremists who want to kill all Americans?

Is she going to support our men and women in embassies all over the world and protect them from terrorists?

Is she going to tell the truth about her emails?

Is she going to stop using funds from the so called foundation owned by her family to life her high lifestyle?

Is she going to be as much of a money waster as Obummer and his clan, using tax dollars to fund expensive holidays and trips over the world?

Is she going to be honest about her true health conditions?

What has she ever done to gain the trust of the American people?

When is she going to stop lying about things?

Is she going to continue the pay to play scam she started as Secretary of State if she gets elected?

Does she understand that most leaders of the free world hold her in total contempt, much like the ass in the white house now?

Does she understand that most third world, islamic, and communist leaders laugh at her and consider her to be no more than a puppet of people like Soros?

What is she going to do about health care? Obummercare is a total failure, and it cannot be fixed.

Will she scrap it and allow us to make our own choices?

Does she really want to be president for our country, or like obummer, does she just want the title without the hard work?

Does it really matter to the safety, economics, and freedom of the US if she is not elected?

Just asking the questions, I know what I think.

Baby Know How To Play The Game


Baby Knows How to Play The Game.

I recently observed the following while buying shoes.

A young woman 25ish and her boyfriend/significant other/husband were next to me as I was trying on a pair of shoes. He was standing with a shoe box in his hand, having obviously found what he wanted rather quickly. She was standing in front of a mirror with a fancy high heel boot on one foot and an even fancier high heel shoe on the other. The conversation went something like this.

She: Honey, which one do you like best?

He: obviously bored out of his mind and a bit frustrated – Baby I don’t care, just pick one.

S: Pout face, baby voice – But honey, you are buying them, so you get to pick them. I like them both.

H: How much to they cost?

S: a bit put out – They cost about the same, the shoes are a few dollars more.

Silence – I could see the man logic swirling. Okay! For two dollars LESS you get all that leather and boots will last a long time. You know how it goes.

H: Well, then get the boots. He was thinking this was a done deal.

S: But honey, I don’t know. I mean the shoes fit better . . .

She fell silent posing with one foot then the other in front of her. Letting the man stew a bit.

H: Look Baby, if you like the shoes better . . .

S: breaking in – Oh but honey, I don’t know that I do. They are both so precious.

BEWARE the use of the word precious used when a woman is shopping… always back up a few steps.

H: Baby, both look great on you. I don’t care just pick one and we can get out of here.

S: Shooting him a glare, Well, Never mind then, if you are in such a hurry, I won’t get either one.

H: finally catching on. The light bulb was tangible. Look, Baby, just buy them both. Then you don’t have to decide and we can go have something to eat and relax.

S: Squealed with excitement, followed by a kissy face hug. Oh honey I love you so much!

H: sighing. Love you too Baby. Love you too.

I took a peek at the price tags when they left. On Sale! Boots 125.00; heels 240.00. GASP!! Wow! I guess Baby knows how to play the game. And Honey has learned how to let her.

Wally World After Dark


If you want to see the weird, wild, insane, and down right disgusting, to to Wally World after dark. Shudder…. My day was going great until I had to go in there. Yeah, the one in Southaven (next time a 15 minute drive out of my way first)! If you have ever been to the one in Southaven, MS, you know what I mean. From the guy dribbling his basketball down the aisle until it got away from him and broke the olive oil bottles, the woman with four kids running wild and having a fist fight right in the middle of the store, to the guy who called me a Beach (you know what he was trying to say),when I asked his clueless, phone chatting, wife to let me by. I had to remind him how to say the word in English, reminding him the difference between a bitch (female dog) and a beach are vast – and and got off one of my best zingers in ages.

“Senior, I am not a beach, a beach has sand and rocks, I don’t. And I doubt you could find your rocks with a map and a compass, as they must be very small. After all, a real man doesn’t call an elderly woman names.” So, he counters with the expected “F You Beach. ”

I managed not to laugh, but said, “I didn’t know beaches could do that. However, I prefer a man, not something with tiny rocks, who thinks he is a man because he can swear in two languages. But, it is nice to know you fancy me.” Boy was his wife ticked…. I speak enough Spanish to know he would be sleeping on the sofa tonight. The guy with them was laughing like a loon. He kept saying, That old lady got you, bro, she got you good. The wife was not a happy camper…. Ha ha. I won. If you don’t want to be set into your place, don’t take on an English teacher in a verbal war. We win.

Like I said, Wally World after dark, you just never know what you will see.

Why We Need A Two Year Old At Christmas


1. It is a good excuse to watch Christmas movies all day long.

 

2. You can sing Christmas songs at the top of your lungs and the kid thinks it is GREAT!

3. Tape takes on a whole new dimension when left in the hands of a little kid.

4. Baking cookies can be a daily activity, and so can eating them, cookies are a healthy snack if Nana makes them.

5. It is cool to be excited by Christmas lights, and we can say inane things to a the child, like “Oh Look! A Reindeer!” without other adults looking at us like we are on cog shy of a gear.

6. We can go shopping with the child, and no one bats an eye when we spend half an hour in the toy department playing with the toys. Gotta know if it is age appropriate after all.

7. We can say, in public, “If you aren’t going to behave, I am going to call Santa RIGHT NOW and have him put you on the naughty list.”

8. We can decorate the house and yard as garishly as we want, because children love all that sparkle and glitter, giving us the excuse to be over the top all we want.

9. We get to eat. A lot. Because children need to eat, and we need to test the food to make sure it is safe and healthy for them. Doesn’t matter if it is all the goodies we can get our hands on, someone has to be the taste tester.

10. We can read “The Night Before Christmas” and “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” and the story of the birth of the Christ Child every single night, or day, at home or in the car, and no one thinks it is weird.

11. We can go see the newest movies for kids, and not feel like everyone thinks we are some sort of weirdo sitting in a theater full of kids.

12. We get to do fun stuff, like make Christmas ornaments from glue, paper, felt, paint, and the occasional crying fit.

13. We can make a mess every single day, and it is just fine to leave it until the child goes home. Unless, of course, it is spilled sugar – that has to be cleared up so it doesn’t feel like sand is all over the floor. Besides, a two year old might just decide to lick it off the floor (true story) for fun.

14. Wrapping paper can be more fun than the gift we are trying to wrap. Especially when combined with excuse number three.

15. We can play with all the toys that the kid got for Christmas, BEFORE the kid gets to. Someone has to put them together (some assembly required, my …. or how to bring out the Grinch in the old man on Christmas Eve).

16. Going to Walmart with cookie dough and flour down the front of your sweat shirt is OK. After all, the two year old has it in his/her hair, down the front, and in his/her shoes too.

17. Helping the child to dress the dog up to be a reindeer isn’t all that crazy and idea. But, I wouldn’t advise trying to do the same to a cat. Really. Not. Smart.

18. There is nothing wrong with having the child’s stuffed tiger in the manger for the baby Jesus. It works. And it saves on the requisite fight over the dolly that takes place between the angel and Mary after the play is over.

19. It is perfectly fine to sing different words to songs like Jingle Bells and Santa Claus is Coming to Town – as long as you keep them clean. Kids love that sort of silliness – and as long as there is a kid around, no one thinks you are two cogs short of a gear.

20. Stay up late night takes on a whole new meaning with an excited two year old who is waiting for Santa. But once the child is asleep, Papa Santa gets to eat the cookies and milk, and Nana Santa gets to eat the carrots and celery left out for the man in red and his reindeer, leaving behind enough crumbs to prove someone ate them. Then the “some assembly required” commences, leaving two very grumpy elves to find their way to bed way past their bedtime.

Have you ever wondered?


Have you ever wondered at the ads that keep popping up about different treatments to make you look younger, whatever? Why is it that most of them are from a “secret formula” especially designed by some scientist or dermatologist? I bet if we all got the list of the junk in them, they would all be pretty much the same. Then, they have the audacity to charge upwards of a hundred dollars for a 4 ounce jar of the goop. And women buy it! Are we all really that paranoid about growing older? Good skin comes from eating right, hydration, and genes. Don’t smoke, don’t drink to excess, and for heaven’s sake don’t do drugs. And go easy on the makeup, it clogs pours no matter how well you clean your face.

My sisters and I (four of us girls) always had nice skin. My mother didn’t allow us to drink soda, eat junk food, and we used good old Ivory soap and Jergen’s lotion to keep our skin in good conditions. I still use soap and water to clean my face, and I use an inexpensive night cream (Ponds) to moisturize my face once a day. Oh, and a sun screen anytime I am outdoors for very long. I’m not a beauty at 60, but my skin is still in good shape.

Anyway, there are no “secrets formulas” that out do common sense and practicality. I know, some suffer from the dreaded acne gene, but keeping your face clean is the most important part of dealing with that.  Photo is from waaaay back when. And the handsome guy next to me is my hubby.

couple 1971

Ambiguity and Toddlers


Ambiguity is not something a toddler understands. Addie and I were playing with one of her toys that has a lot of gizmos that whizz, turn, and make noise. One of them is a lion whose nose turns around like an old rotary dial telephone (for those under 55, go look it up). She thought it was hilarious. “Nose go ‘ound.” “Yes.” I said, “it does.” “Does your nose go around?” She gave me a serious look that meant she was thinking it over. She then stood up and turned in a complete circle, then sat back down. You know what, her nose did go around.

We both laughed, but probably for different reasons. She was quite chuffed with herself for coming up with the answer. I laughed, because she made me look downright silly. I didn’t qualify my question with a phrase that asked if her nose turned around like the lion. Had I done that, perhaps she wouldn’t have figured out how to make her nose go around, because, like most early language speakers, she is quite literal in her concepts of communication. I know the understood ambiguity doesn’t kick in until they are a bit older than toddler age. However, in today’s world, ambiguity is fast becoming the premier communication form.

I am not bashing technology, but as a retired English teacher, I find it bizarre that we have a whole generation that communicates with one letter words, anachronisms, and emoticons. They text each other, and due to short hand communication, they must be able to make a leap from three letters, LOL, to three words, laughing out loud. I know that each generation tends to have their own slang, most of which drove their parents crazy, but we had whole word slang. When I was a kid, for a while, the phrase “super-coolie-mojoe” was popular (it meant something was extraordinary or very good). Today, it would be shortened to SCM, LOL. And the thing is, the folks who use social media and cell phones would know exactly what it meant. How the heck did that happen?

Language changes, words change meaning and their placement in the sentence structure. Not just English, but every language goes through a constant reinvention. Those who spoke English in the days of Queen Elizabeth I, would have a hard time understanding much of anything someone in the days of Queen Elizabeth II would say – and vice versa. Today one world can be a noun, verb, participle, adverb, and adjective depending on its placement in the sentence structure and intonation derived from those placements. I really think I would rather speak Old English rather than modern text speak.

I know most of the world loathes diagramming sentences. I quite like it, because it gives order to my thoughts. Can you imagine trying to diagram a sentence written in text speak? “R U LOL at Joe’s new cut? Interrogative. Hummm. R is not a word. U is not a word. LOL is not a phrase, and Joe’s new cut is an incomplete sentence because the writer does not say what kind of cut. It could be a hair cut, an insult, decapitation, self harm, ditching class, or any number of things that go with the word cut.

Speaking of incomplete sentences, social media (the new buzz word for communication with friends and family) has brought the use of them to a high art. Or to a new low, depending on your point of view. I keep waiting for the rest of the sentence when I see something like, “Just sayin’.” You are just saying, WHAT? It isn’t even short hand speak, it is an incomplete sentence! One has to make that mental leap to modern slang and from there to what the topic is about, in one fell swoop. And one can
still get it all wrong if they make the wrong intuitive leap.

I thought it was awful when my boys would use words like “rad” and “bad” for things that were good or extraordinary when they were kids. Today people use English words in combinations that make absolutely no sense if the sentence is broken down. There is, of course, a whole new lexicon of words that didn’t exist until the advent of the age of technology. Although, that lexicon is in constant flux because of the ever changing nature of technology and science. I over heard a young man say to his friend, “You should YouTube that dude.” If you came from a place that didn’t have the computer site, YouTube, would you understand what he said? Oh, and the “dude” was a girl. In my day, “dude” meant a male who though he was the gift of the gods to the world. In my grandparent’s day, the word “dude” was applied to an effeminate male or what we would call a metrosexual guy today. While in my son’s world, “dude” was a male friend or person who generally sounded like he was a surfer dude who had one too many tokes from the blunt that was passed around at school.

I love the old time colloquialisms and “sayings” that my grandparents and writers of old used. Like Aesop’s Fables, a story could be told and a lesson learned in a few sentences. “Keep crossing your eyes like that, and they will get stuck.” always made me wonder why that would happen, leading all sorts of bizarre scenarios in my mind. (I know, weird, get past it.) I wonder what my, many times, great grandchildren will have as wise sayings from their grandparents. “Yo, Dude, not cool to dis your old lady. Ain’t gonna get no love dat way.” I think, “Son, treat a woman with respect, it is the only way you will ever get one to marry you,” is clearer and any English speaker ought to be able to understand the meaning of the sentence and sentiment therein.

Toddlers do not deal with ambiguity in their world of words. It is going to be interesting to watch our Addie learn to communicate in the world she will inherit. I am thinking, however, that she will have a more varied vocabulary than most kids her age.

Modern English is going to evolve into a homogeneous glob of single letters, anachronisms, and grunts. And one day the pendulum will swing back and one day, our progeny will look back on this era and laugh out loud as they say, “Doest thou believeth the language of thine fathers?” Or, they could just as easily be speaking Alpha Centarian too.

Why Is It Number 3


Why Is It, Number Three.

Why is it when you have a time limit to be somewhere on time, it takes the server at your table forever to bring the check?

Why is it when people get on the road, and they are locals, they get into the wrong lane and hold up traffic trying to move over?

Why is it that babies like to shriek at the tops of their lungs in public places. Generally when sitting right behind you?

Why is it, on the hottest day of the year, everyone goes where you are going, and all the good parking spots are gone, resulting in having to hike from the car park to the entrance?

Why is it, that everyone insists on driving the standard route to get somewhere, fighting traffic, when learning the short cut makes life so much easier?

Why is it, that people feel they have to stand in front of the concession booth and waffle on about what to get for a movie snack. Easy people, soda, popcorn, candy. Think ahead and save time.

Why is it that said people take such great pleasure in crunching, slurping, chewing, and belching, (sometimes all at the same time) while talking through the previews at the cinema?

Why is it, that so many people want to text or chat through the movie instead of watching the show they just paid seven bucks to see?

Why is it, I ALWAYS get the Chatty Cathy Barbie doll sitting behind me who simpers her way through the plot like twists by asking her testosterone loaded date what happened and why?

Why is it, that parents of very young children under a year old bring their kids to the cinema? Used to be Drive-In movies for that sort of thing.

Why is it, that I get to listen to the guy behind us crunch his straw in the ice in his drink, every time the action gets intense?

Why is it when one walks out of the theater, the sun seems so much brighter, but the day seems a bit more mundane and gray when the movie is over?

Why is it, people park their shopping trolley right smack in the middle of an aisle, and get ticked when you politely ask them to scoot it over a bit so others can get past?

Why is it that every time I am trying to look at a particular product, someone will just walk up and stand right in front of where I am looking?

Why is the counter guys at the deli can’t seem to understand what Pastrami is, and that when I say Cajun, I mean spicy Cajun. I mean really, there is no other kind.

Why is it the produce looks delicious across the room, but finding something you want to eat is so difficult?

Why is it, no matter what, I always end up in the slow check out lane in the market?