My goose is cooked!

So a teenage girl in our community was pulled over yesterday for speeding. She had two girls that she was babysitting for in the backseat taking notes. They are nine and six years old. Nice. Then, my neighbor calls to say some teenager leaving my house was driving so fast that he almost hit a flock of geese.

First, let's talk about the speeding thing. If you break the speed limit " just a little bit," are you really breaking the law? If you break your curfew "just a little bit," are you really breaking the rules? Do you think other parents will trust you to be driving or dating their teen if they can't trust you to follow the rules?

And then there is the eye witness thing. You just never know who has you under surveillance and is assuming you will be on the 11:00 news. Whose little eyes are watching you and learning about "obeying the rules?" What adult eyes are following your every move and not afraid to turn you in when they get the chance?

See, you can break driving laws and you can break dating rules; it's your prerogative. But that car door swings both ways. It is, in fact, the prerogative of my neighbors to pick up the phone and report what they witnessed from their front porch. And those little girls in the back seat? Do you think you aren't going to be the topic of conversation at the dinner table? Speeding may not be on your driving record but how do you know it didn't damage your personal record?

Before you go racing off into the sunset with the wind in your hair and your date riding shotgun, you might want to check your speedometer before your goose is cooked.

Thoughts?

mama j

Possession Obsession

Bucket of suds and an over-sized sponge – what a way to spend Father’s Day – washing and waxing your most prized possession. Have you ever been curious about people who obsess over their cars? What drives them to spit-polish the mirror every time they go for a spin. Or spend 2 hours with an Oral B toothbrush cleaning the rims.

Makes you wonder how they would be on a date. What if you had a piece of spring leaf lettuce in your teeth at lunch? Or the sweater you were wearing was hanging slightly crooked? I can just envision an uninvited adjustment to make all things perfect…at least visually.

When someone is that fixated on the condition of something, is it possible to ever relax enough to simply enjoy the “something?”

Maybe before you venture into a relationship with an individual, it would be a good idea to pull up a chair in the driveway and watch this potential date wash their car before you end up as the object of their "possession obsession."

Thoughts?
Mama j