Things That Make Me Scratch My Head

No, I don't mean dandruff

or bedbugs.

(She said in a whisper so as not to invite them into her home.)

There are just things that I don't get

in a scratch-my-head kinda way.

Not big huge things like human trafficking or babies with cancer.

I will never understand that.

No, I am talking about the little-things-that-make-you-go-hmmm kinda things.

Intentional walks in baseball.

You know, when the catcher goes way away from the hitter so the pitcher can lob the ball in all slow to him like he is back in the coach-pitch league.

And the hitter is just left to stand there in the batter's box all awkward not knowing what to do with himself.

See the catcher is pointing to the pitcher:  no, throw it WAAAAY
over there.

Yes, Monte has tried to explain the strategy of potential runs versus outs and blah, blah, blah.

But I am left

scratching my head.

Recumbent bikes. 

You know, the bicycle that positions you into a lounge chair recline while you ride.

They sit so low that I feel they are dangerous.

That and the fact that I have never seen one ride in the bike lane

but rather right down the middle of the road like they are a car.

Every time. 

And not the same rider. 

There are more than one.

I know.

I've seen them.

Once I saw only the flash of a neon orange flag in the rear window of my car signaling me that there was one right behind me.

I couldn't see him because he was that low.

Dangerous.

We were at a restaurant the other night when we saw a tandem recumbent bike ride by.

Yes, I said TANDEM and RECUMBENT.

In the middle of the street (of course).

It was a man and a woman.

It was something to take in because it was sooooo long--

basically two Lazy Boy recliners 

in full reclining position

end to end.

The man was in front and the lady in back let go of the handlebars so she could

get this

unwrap and eat a candy bar.

Yes, I hear that they are better for people who suffer back pain and blah, blah, blah.

Just.

Have to.

Scratch. 

Head.

iPhone's new operating system iOS 7.

Where do I start?

Actually, I am not going to start.

I will simply say this:  I have grown up on Apple products and have loved them and defended them and truly enjoyed using them most of my life.

But I am not enjoying the seemingly unnecessary improvement on something that was already working fantastically.

Yes, I know it is supposed to be better in ways that I am too old-dog-not-liking-new-tricks but blah, blah, blah!

 Although I did make Siri's voice a man and he seems 

to enjoy me so much better than that surly woman Siri.

But I am STILL scratching my head.

Soup at a football game.

When we were at the college football game on Saturday, Monte got up to grab some food. I told him to get me something.

It is a stadium.

I naturally assumed something would turn out to be a

hot dog 

or pizza 

or some type of meat on a stick.

I was pretty shocked when he came back with a bowl of broccoli cheddar soup.

Talk about scratching my head.

The weather had gone from chilly and rainy to sunny and warm by this point and we were all peeling off layers in the heat.

Yep, I am pretty sure I am the ONLY one eating
broccoli cheddar soup in the stadium.

Do you know what a bowl of hot broccoli cheddar soup smells like when you are eating it in very close quarters with 103,000 people?

Don't make me say it 

because you already know.

I am pretty sure I started sweating the broccoli cheddar soup out of my pores by the end of the game.

Yes, I know it is a healthier option than a hot dog, slice of pizza or some type of meat on a stick blah, blah, blah.

But I am still.

Scratching

This broccoli sweaty.

Head.