One Step at a Time

I’ve always thought of Jon as a real blogger, because he reads kinda-famous people’s blogs and lives in Michigan.

Actually, I read this on his site, and being the list-lover that I am, I decided to shamelessly steal it. Thanks, Jon.

5 Things My Friends Like that I Really Couldn’t Care Less About

1. Football: I love the beer, the energy, the yelling, and the people-watching, but big confession (and a true test if my husband is reading my blog): I don’t really get the game. Oh, I get that there are four downs, and the general direction of the play, but I squint with a really puzzled look on my face when I truly try to figure out the game. And then I just have another beer.

2. CSI: I’ve given it an honest try, but I just don’t like it. I realize I am in the entertainment minority here. I don’t like Gil Grissom’s character; (his name sounds like a Fisher Price Rescue Hero) and plainly, he drives me nuts. How can he possibly know everything about bugs and blood and fingerprints and fabric and ….. !?!? Don’t these people specialize?!? Doesn’t he ever have to look it up!??! I just end up getting the giggles through the whole thing because it seems so ridiculous. My husband “shhhh’s” me in a snarly way throughout the whole show, and well, CSI is just not good for our marriage.

3. Hunting: I am echoing Jon on this one. I just don’t get it in terms of a sport. I love fishing, and yes, I eat meat, so I’ve got no big black-and-white arguments here. I even shot gophers with my brother when I was a kid, but I do remember blinking away my “girly-girl” tears while we did it. Maybe I liked Bambi too much as a kid, I dunno. Hunting = just not my deal.

4. Piercings: I have a schwack of friends right now hitting milestone ages: 30, 35, 40, 50. Many of them have opted to celebrate these milestones by having noses, lips, bellybuttons, nipples, and yep, other regions, pierced. I just don’t get it. I’m 35! I think I’ll inflict some pain on myself and choose a barbell for my nose. Hmmmm. I do have pierced ears, so in a sense I guess it’s like me casting my rod in the lake, yet hating hunting. Go figure.

5. Unlimited cell phone minutes: I just don’t want to be that available to the world. May sound wierd to some, but the only people in our lives who have our cell phone number (and yes, my husband and I share a cell phone! eek!) are anyone looking after our children at the time. We don’t do social calls on it; it’s strictly for emergencies. When my friends start raving about their cell phone plans, I laugh more than I do watching CSI.