Thursday, November 10, 2005

Rants and Raves

Just a few of the things that have annoyed me recently.

- Why do people think it's OK to change a baby's diaper and just leave it in the parking lot? It bothers me when people litter in the first place. I don't understand why people just toss their fast-food containers out of the window as they drive 70 miles an hour on the freeway, or throw napkins and gum wrappers out at the traffic light. But a dirty diaper takes the cake. Who do they think is going to pick it up? Why can't they just walk the diaper to the nearest garbage can, which in this case was a mere 10 steps away. Do they do the same thing in their house? Maybe so. Maybe if I happened to stop by, I'd see dirty diapers scattered throughout the house. Maybe not. But if you're not going to do it in your house, don't do it in public.

- Why do people think it's OK to bypass those who have been waiting patiently in the merge lane, only to cut in front of them when the lane finally merges? Do they think their time is more important than mine? It's usually why the line takes so long in the first place because people drive around and cut in. I'm a pretty passive aggressive driver who will refuse to let them in. And it irks me to no end when the person in front of me politely gives them the all clear. They need to wait their turn, and practice the "one and one rule" (for those who don't know, it's when you let one car in, then one car in your own lane goes, then you let one car in, etc.)

- Why do some people not take accountability for their own actions? They are so quick to blame others for mistakes, for their problems, but are so slow to realize their own inadequacies. It always seems that the people who criticize others for their weaknesses are guilty of those very same weaknesses. I just cannot stand those who have holier-than-thou attitudes of pointing out every mistake in others, when refusing to acknowledge their own mistakes. Those who blame others for their unhappiness, rather than charting their own course in life.

- Tyra Banks. Please don't think less of me, but I'm a sucker for that America's Next Top Model show. I love watching the live photo shoots and then seeing how the photos come out in the end. Of looking at how the plain the girls look in everyday life, and how they transform into beautiful models in the photo shoots. But Tyra has a way of always making it about her. From the sad-eyed, pouting look she gives the girls in the end, to the constant barrage of Trya photos in each scene, to the street-girl attitude she gives with the judges, she's just too much. My husband laughs every time he sees me watching it. He thinks I'm dumbing down. Do I secretly wish I could be a model? At my 5'3" (if I stretch) frame, and my far-from anorexic weight, I don't think it's in the cards. But I still like watching the beautiful people.

Of course there are the bigger issues like the lack of time I have for myself and for my husband, the kids at school who hurt Boogie's feelings, family/work dramas, and the stress of the upcoming holiday season. But I think overall I have a pretty good life that I wouldn't trade for the world. Well, maybe I'd trade that guy who cut me off in the merge lane this morning.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Stepping out of the comfort zone

Is it a guy thing, or simply my husband, who has a hard time doing things out of his comfort zone? I'll admit, we're a pretty routine family. We order take-out from the same places each week, enough so that they recognize my voice on the phone, and have my order waiting when they see me drive up. Because we have two kids, we don't really explore many places outside of a 10-mile vicinity of our house. And because my family and friends live on the east coast, we tend to do things with my husband's friends and family.

But this weekend, we were invited for "game night" at one of my friend's house. I was excited to something different on a Saturday night besides renting a movie and falling asleep on the couch at 9:30 p.m.

My husband, on the other hand, was a little less so. Here is an example of the conversation we had before we went.

Me: So we've been invited to go to my friend's house on SAturday.
My Husband: Oh. Who's going to be there?
Me: Everybody (and I proceeded to name the other people that would be there ... he knows all of these people because we spent a weekend togthether a few months ago).
MH: What are we doing to do with the kids?
Me: We're bringing them with us. Dak will go to sleep and Boogie can play with their daughter.
MH: Okaaayy. Well, what time are we going?
Me: About six. That way if we stay until 10 or so, it won't be too late for Boogie.
MH: 10? We're going to stay that long?
Me: Yes.
MH: Well, where do they live? (After I told him). We're driving that far?

And so it goes. If it was his friends or family, he'd drive up in the middle of the night just to hang out with them (as he did with his guy fishing trip). Or he'd have no problem taking the kids to hang out (like he did with Boogie today to go watch the Raider's game). It's just when he has to do something with people he doesn't know all that well, my friends to be more specific, it's like fighting tooth and nail to get him to go. He was like that when we were dating with my friends in Florida, and it's still the same.

The funny part is that once he gets there, he always has a great time. We stayed until 11 p.m. last night. We had a great time playing games (the DVD version of Family Feud, Scene It and Scattegories), drinking fantastic margaritas, and trying to see who could stump my husband as the king of knowing even the most trivial, obscure piece of information about any subject known to man.

So, while it's always a battle to get him to do new things, I know it's worth it to shake up our routine a little bit.