Archive for the ‘pet peeves’ Category

If . . .

If I never again had to walk through someone’s cigarette smoke, who is lurking right outside the entrance of a store, I’d breathe easier.

If I never had to see anyone’s tattoos, on arms, legs or places strangers shouldn’t even see,  unless they’re medical personnel, that would be fine.

If I never had to hear  a baby scream or an older child throw a tantrum in a restaurant, book store or church service, then I’d smile more.

I quit smoking years ago so I’d no longer smell cigarette smoke. That hasn’t changed.

Remember when tattoos were private? In private places?  Only career sailors or carnival workers had them.  Those people were few and far between.  Now people wear clothing so revealing we can’t miss them.  And they seem to be everywhere.  Both the people and the tattoos.

I know my children occasionally cried or carried on in public.  Once Jim threw himself down on the floor of the grocery store because I wouldn’t buy him something he wanted.  I stepped over him and kept on going.  Faced with no audience, he hopped up and trailed after me.  The boys didn’t go out to restaurants until they were old enough to behave themselves. If we couldn’t afford a sitter, we stayed home — or asked Dale’s grandmother to sit.   Going out was special, not every day.  Children were on their best behavior or they stayed home.

What if people still did some of those things?  Would we all be more content?  I’d have to find another subject for a blog.


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Another Pet Peeve

Much has said about helicopter parents and we’ve all seen it often and up close.  When I started teaching in 1981, all parents were quite supportive, knowing their children were kids, and acted well or irresponsibly, knowing they needed to learn to take care of themselves.  Twenty five years later by 2006, that was not the case.

Last week Bruce and I were out running errands and stopped at a local sandwich shop for lunch.  I went to the restroom to wash my hands.  In comes a woman with two boys in tow, one was about 4 or 5, the other 11 or 12, almost as tall as I am.

Unfortunately, this is a common occurrence and I’m tired of sharing the ladies room with big boys.  I nodded at the tall boy and said, “Isn’t he much too old to be in here?”  The simpering mother replied, “I just don’t know what kind of pervert might be in the men’s room!”  What?  Was she kidding?  This big kid didn’t know how to shout or run or kick if such a thing were to happen?  Hadn’t done her job as a mother if she never taught her son how to protect himself.

I rolled my eyes and said, “That’s ridiculous!  Good grief! Is he in school?  He should be able to use a restroom by himself” and left. What I really wanted to tell her was this: Statistics tell us that 98% of the children who are molested are molested by someone that their parents know and trust. The chances of someone actually trying to molest her kid in a restroom are almost nil. However, she apparently wasn’t concerned with real life.  If she keeps her son in fear of the “bogeyman” does she get to be the “super-mom”?

I worry about the long term effects on males who are molly-coddled by their mothers.  I wonder what the social scientists say about that.   What happened to normal life and normal development?  And where the heck are the dads? (I guess they are the same ones I see staying at the restaurant table while mommy takes the boy to the restroom!  And, trust me, it’s not the men’s room.)  Going to the restroom alone is one of the first steps toward self-sufficency.

In our family, if a boy was big enough to go out to a meal with his parents, he was old enough to use the restroom on his own. (Which he did at home from the age of two.) But then, that was back in the good-old-days when we expected our sons to grow up and become young men, and weren’t proud if they were momma’s boys.

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A Pet Peeve

We all have pet peeves, whether we acknowledge them or not.  Here’s one of mine.

Why do drivers sit in an exit from a business and want to turn left and cross over and between a long line of  cars?  Does that seem reasonable?   Think that through.  Can they not see there are too many vehicles in a row waiting their turns to proceed?  Someone turning left does not have the right of way.  If some “kind” soul wants to let that silly driver in, they are not speaking for the rest of us.  Additionally, it’s dangerous. How are the others in a second lane able to see this act of “kindness”?  They’re not equipped with periscopes  to see around the corner of traffic.  Come on, people!  Turn with the traffic, go to the next corner with a light.  Turn the corner, and find a parking lot to turn around in, and head back the direction you need to go.  It’s NOT rocket science!  It’s simple common sense.

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