And then a followup post.
Enjoy.
:)
"I Just Don't Get It"
OK, I'm of normal to high intelligence (on any give day, of course) and I just don't get it. Or should I say, I just don't get THEM.
I've lived with the male species for almost 25 years now -- and I'm at a loss. I guess this needs to be a question that I have to add to my "when I get to heaven" list (like the #1 question, Who was behind the JFK assassination?). Here's the question (and if any of you wise, wise women -- or men (?), have the answer, please enlighten me): why does the male species not shut the pantry door????! I wish I could say that it's just the young specimen, but it's not. The older males are just as incapable of shutting that door as their young offspring. I'm just thankful that the fridge shuts on its own!
Now don't get me wrong -- it's not like I totally understand them and this is the ONE thing I don't get. Nooooooo, there's a plethora of things that I just don't get. I could probably make a post a day on the things I just don't get. But that would probably get redundant.
I don't get how they actually look like they're listening to me but they don't hear past the first sentence. What dramatic talent! To appear as if one is hanging on every word but to actually be thinking about what one is having for dinner is an astounding feat. OK, OK, women do have that talent, too. We can act like we're listening with the best of them, but at least when we're pretending to listen we're actually getting something done, like the shopping list, or the to-do list, or something equally as important!
Anyway, this morning I decided to fade into the background and see if any one of the four males in my house would actually shut the pantry door behind them. All four came into the kitchen at four different times. All four failed this test . Big time. All 4. Aged 12 & 11/12ths, 15, 17, and yes, 47. Remarkable. Oh, don't go thinking I'm sexist!! I wasn't prejudiced in this test. I also sat and observed the 22 yr old female. She passed with flying colors. Go figure.
Actually this has been enlightening for me. I realize now, after almost 25 years, that I can't yell at them for this. It's evidently in their DNA. They can't help it. Just like they can't help the fact that they don't notice that the trash can is full. No, wait --- they don't notice when it's past full --- over-flowing, cascading down to the floor. They are incapable of actually seeing this. I wonder if any scientist has done credible research in this area? I doubt it. Someone should. And I guess it should be a female scientist because a male wouldn't even see that there's a need here.
Well, if anyone sees an ad in the paper for volunteers for this research please call me. I have four people to donate and they'd probably gladly go. Then they can stop pretending to listen to me for a bit. That's got to be a drain.
"The Saga Continues"
"The Saga Continues"
...... 3 of the 4 have gone through here this morning. I waited until they left to snatch the camera. I may be going on out on a limb here, but I thought the flash might make them wonder what was going on. Nahhhh, at 6:30 in the morning there's probably not much, other than an ad for a WWII show on the History Channel, that would get their attention.
I miss those days.
Quite a bit.
Happy Sunday, Peeps.
:)
Hmmmm... I remember reading this post and thinking shamefacedly that I do that. Could it be a factor of growing up a feminine minority in a house full of males? Or could it be a time of day, considerate to a fault thing? If I get a glass for water in the middle of the night, I don't usually shut the cabinet door to avoid even the slightest disruptive clunk. Scratch that, I just looked at the pantry - I got out some celery seed for potato salad and am the last one to touch the doors which are standing WIDE open, basking in the glow of afternoon light.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea where this puts you in your quest for answers. I will just say that the pantry doors at the ranch were more often open than shut. Perhaps you and Mom waged the same war. Bless you both.
:) Ann
Speaking of overflowing waste baskets, Janine,,,,,what irritates the living heck out of me is when I have just put a fresh garbage bag in, and someone (who shall remain nameless) comes along, and throws paper, or something, in, and it stays pretty much up on top, and therefore the can looks messy again!! Aaaarrrgggghhh! This is not as gross as it may sound, but I am constantly stepping my foot in there to smash things down to the bottom!
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Oooops,,,Left the c out of Jacquelyn!
ReplyDeleteCould I add to this list the absolute inability to change the toilet paper roll? Seriously. That drives me crazy. And seems to be another gender specific issue....
ReplyDeleteBTW, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE your pantry complete with full length spice racks on the door. I'm drooling. Really, our new house is everything we wanted, where we wanted it, but it's lacking a little in the kitchen storage place. I'm lucky when I can cram one more thing IN the pantry let alone have it look lovely.
I know you miss those days, as aggravating as they sometimes got. These memories just show us a "normal" family lived here with all the craziness that goes on.
ReplyDeleteFor my family, it was/is the toilet paper roll with one sheet left on and no one dares change it out. Either a new one sits on the floor or kleenex is used. "Mom to the rescue."
Same with the paper towels and so on.
Then there is the garbage can, who will be the one to take it out. Avoidance is the key.
The dog needs to go out -- um, what dog?
Animals need to be fed -- really?, didn't notice them following us around begging.
Yes, wonderfully, irritating and precious memories.
You brought a smile to my face!
Thank you!
P.S. What is your e-mail address? If you don't mind giving it to me, you can comment on one of my blog posts -- I won't publish it.
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Funny, my husband would leave the doors open, his brother does the same! I once opened every door in the kitchen to bring it to his attention! It did, but it didn't solve the problem. I miss those days, too.
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