This week’s Works For Me Wednesday edition is sort of counter intuitive seeing as how it’s theme is, “What Doesn’t Work For Me.” And since I had a tough time narrowing down my list I thought it better to just post the whole thing. Have a Lookie Lu. I’m sure you’ll find a thing or two you agree with. And please, feel free to comment with an ‘Amen sister’ if you are so moved.
Without further ado, here are just a few of the things that don’t work for me:
- Bratz dolls. Because since the day these things showed their hideous faces on the shelves next to their far more wholesome counterpart, the Barbie, I have refused to purchase one for my own daughters. I have also refused to purchase them as birthday gifts. I refuse to support a doll who wears more make-up than she does clothes. Period.
- Speaking of make-up …my ten-year-old daughter has classmates that wear eye shadow. Purple and blue eyeshadow. I’ve seen this with my own eyes and I find it very disturbing. I only recently succumbed to my 13-year-old’s desire to wear eyeshadow and even then, I only allow muted tones. These other girls are barely ten. I have a vivid memory of getting a Cabbage Patch Kids stroller for my tenth birthday. Make-up was so far into my future that even a crystal ball couldn’t have picked it up. I’m sad for these young girls and their misled, pouty-plum laden eyes.
- Attending to personal hygiene in church. I kid you not. There is a lady who, without fail, pulls her fingernail clippers from her purse and starts clipping away during the sermon. I don’t know what else to say about that.
- Fast food. We’re not fast food people. Not even during road trips. I can’t tell you when the last time I stepped into a Taco Bell was. I have visions of my two-year-old growing up and going on to play quarterback of his high school football team. They’ll stop at McDonald’s after the game and he’ll look upon the french fries his teammates order with wonder and amazement.
- Gas Prices. We’re on the lower end of the spectrum here in Southern Arizona; I think we payed $3.22 per gallon when we filled up on Sunday morning. But even that has me choking.
- Chocolate Desserts. I know I’m in such the minority here but I’m not a fan. I would take a tangy slice of strawberry pie over an ooey gooey brownie sundae hands down, any day of the week.
- Pets in the bed. Or near the bed. Or in any proximity to the bedroom really. God bless all of you dog and cat lovers out there. Really. But I’m just not a pet person. The thought of dog or cat hair coming in contact with my bedding gives me the heebie geebies. I’m into admiring them from afar though.
- Sharing food/drink with someone else. This, too, gives me heebie geebies. I don’t even share water bottles with my children. Or drinks from a straw. If they are thirsty and I happen to have a water bottle in my hands from which I’ve been drinking, I gulp down as much as I can and then I hand it over. When they try to give it back I tell them that it’s all theirs. I’m not sure if they’ve figured out why yet. I hope not. I wouldn’t want to give them a complex.
* I do have an exception for desserts. It is acceptable to order one dessert and split it with my husband or my children. I just try to partition off my section. I’m not sure why it’s okay with desserts but not dinner foods. That’s just the way it is and I accept my limitations.
- Wasteful peeps. These are the people who could care less about conservation. I don’t consider myself to be hyper-eco-friendly by any means, but I do what I can when I can. We use canvas shopping bags. We conserve electricity whenever possible. We recycle. All easy steps to make our world a better place right? Well, I went to Target recently and neglected to bring my canvas shopping bags. (Tsk Tsk, I know). The cashier proceeded to bag my items very liberally. I kindly let her know that I was sort of opposed to using bags that weren’t necessary and asked that she place as many items into one bag as possible. My request seemed to fall on deaf ears and she continued to bag each item in it’s own bag. I ended up combining all the items into as few bags as possible before I left the counter and I gave her the excess bags to use for another customer. You want to guess what she did? Yep. She threw them in the trash!
That so didn’t work for me.
- Modern Programming. I can’t believe the filth of some TV shows that have the gall to air during family time. Case in point: The Moment of Truth. Oh boy, don’t get me started. Did you see the promos for that? Yikes. Enough is enough. When American people are entertained with the destruction of marriages and families before their very eyes, it’s a sad day. A sad day indeed.
Yeah, so, those are a few of the things that don’t work for me. Maybe not exactly what Shannon over at Rocks in My Dryer was looking for with this week’s theme, but it’s what came to mind.
So I want to hear it. What doesn’t work for you?
