It’s time for another blog hop with my favorite blogging friends! This week’s theme is: Things We Should Know But Are Clueless About… Enjoy!
When I was a kid, I thought there would be some magical age when I would know everything. When I was 12, that age was 16. When I was 16, that age was 21. When I was 21, that age was 30. When I was 30, I realized it was never going to happen.
I’m 55 now, and while the list of things I don’t know has grown shorter, there are some things on that list that I’m never going to master. Things like:
-- How to walk in high heels. I’m 5’6 (alright, maybe 5’5 now), so heels were never a must. I think I bought my first pair in college? They are so painful, and I don’t like being in pain. I read recently that they are designed to be painful and women are just supposed to put up with it. That sounds monstrous to me. I wear sandals or boots. Nothing with a heel. And my feet are good!
-- How to parallel park. I know I did this a few times in my life, because it was on the driving test I passed in 1985. And I got my license (after two tries) so I definitely knew how to do this at one point. Nowadays I have a few strategies for dealing with this troublesome parking requirement:
o Make my husband drive
o Make my friend drive
o Take a Lyft
o Park out of the way on a curb that has no cars nearby
o Pull in at the end spot
o Stay home! There’s good stuff on TV! Why go out?
-- How to Slack or whatever it is that people with real jobs are using to communicate with each other these days. It’s like a text message for the whole company? Or a private Twitter? Who invented that? And why? (I do know how to use fun real estate tools like Dotloop and Moxi though!)
-- How to boat, jet-ski, or operate any other kind of watercraft. I live in Florida, one block from Tampa Bay. But I don’t like crashing and/or possibly drowning, so I’m pretty much a landlubber. I will get on a boat if someone else is driving it, but I have yet to be coaxed onto the back of a jet ski.
-- How to cook a turkey, steak, ham, or other big-meal type dish. I can make pasta but that’s about it. Luckily I married a man who can cook and for the past few years we have hosted Thanksgiving and Christmas at our house. I gladly do the dishes!
I’m so interested in see what Deb has failed to master in her years on the planet… I’ll be checking here for her blog post tomorrow, and you should, too!
