You Think You Know Someone

Do we really know this little lizard? I think not.

Miles completed today: 4.5

Times I got strep throat as a kid: at least 21

Times we kicked my good friend’s parents out of her living room so we could watch movies during my high school era: 213

I tried to give away a copy of People the other day. No one on my street wanted it.

These are my neighbors, the ones who I’ve shared a drink (or two) with over the years. This is very vexing: who doesn’t want to know that Michelle has moved on after Heath’s death and that Matilda may one day have a loving step-father? Are these the same people who, if asked to fill out a personality test, would bubble in “Agree Strongly” to “I find filling out complex tax forms exciting and satisfying” or “I do not care for Cadbury’s Mini-Eggs; they are the scourge of our society?”

I am not sure I know these people.

Other eye-opening moments have occurred over the years. See if you recognize these people in your own lives:

1. Pooh-poohing hundreds of years of medical advancements. My parents are Intellectuals. They enjoy reading things like Smithsonian and Archaeology Today. My mom was a chemist for a brief, shining few years, until every single project she worked on kept running out of grant money and her boss went through a sex change operation and called his/her own kids his sister’s kids and things got very confusing. That’s when my mom threw up her hands and became a piano teacher.

But I digress. My point is, these are people who read about science and smart things and would probably, yes, turn down a free issue of People. (I know. Weird, right?)

One day in early spring a few years ago, I was visiting them with my young children. My kids wanted to go out and play in the backyard. Might I remind you that kids feel hot all the time? That when you are sitting in the wind, shivering, collecting icicles on your eyebrows, they are in tank tops and feel hunky-dory?

My dad: Get some coats on those kids!

Me: It’s 65 degrees, Dad.

Dad: They’re going to get sick.

Me: Look at how fast they’re running. Sick can’t catch them.

Dad: They’re going to get a cold.

Me: Dad, you do know you can’t just get a cold from walking outside on a cold day, right? There are these things called germs.

Dad: (air expelled in a disparaging way) Germ theory. Whatever.

Vexing, I tell  you. It was as if my dad had told me the world was not actually spherical.

My friend’s dad also gave us something vexing hilarious to think about:

2. Returning to the Middle Ages. Let me give you some background on my good friend’s dad. My friend and I have known each other since middle school, and her dad is just about the most mild-mannered, friendly, low-key dad I’ve ever met. He was not at all an ex-military-type guy. He took pleasure in setting out Christmas vignettes across their wall-to-wall bookcases, and he bought her a cool, black Mustang with red interior that she was so terrified to drive that he had take it back and let her drive the poky family Buick. But still. He tried.

When she was living by herself in an apartment in Chicago, he had a talk with her about personal safety and how a woman living alone should have some sort of protection. (My dad had the same talk with me and took me to the shooting range, then handed me a gun when he was content that I understood where the barrel was and could aim in the general direction of a target.)

My friend’s dad suggested a crossbow.

Sometimes when I am alone in my car, I start laughing to myself like a deranged lunatic when I picture her wielding a crossbow in that tiny apartment. Deranged. Lunatic.

3. Deleting key years of one’s life. When we were visiting my mother-in-law in England a few years back, she told us that my husband’s half-sister, who is much younger, would soon be applying to colleges. (Note to non-English people: college is generally two years, then they go on to University. My husband lived at home and attended a local college before leaving for University.) Here is the conversation that followed:

My husband: Cool! Where is she applying?

His mom: I think she wants to go to Barton Peveril.

My husband: That’s where I went! Great!

His mom: You did?

Please note: My husband lived in her house for those two years it took to complete Barton Peveril. Two years that apparently were forgettable ones for some members of the family.

4. House cleaning victory. My BFF is a Super Cleaner. Her house is so clean that if you wanted to run your tongue along the baseboards, they would probably taste really good. Her floors qualify as a sterile environment for all surgical supplies. (At least before they are licked.)

My floors are used as the “Before” picture on commercials. My husband is very proud.

Guess what, though? She didn’t know that you’re supposed to vacuum under the refrigerator. Yeah. I knew that. She didn’t.

I’m not saying that I vacuum under our refrigerator, but I definitely know you’re supposed to.

I thought she was a Super Cleaner. But I’ve demoted her to Grand Cleaner Extraordinaire. I’ll inspect her fridge next time we visit when I pull out the ol’ pinot grigio.

You never know the secrets that might be lurking underneath someone’s educated exterior. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

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12 thoughts on “You Think You Know Someone

  1. Daryl says:

    Ha Ha. I only like the floors because I installed them, and after inhaling half of them during the installation process, I’m pretty sure that I don’t want to lick them too.

  2. crubin says:

    I would clean under my fridge, but I am petrified of what I might find under there. Sometimes it’s best not to know…

    Oh, and by the way, I think my blog is proof of your last sentiment: “You never know the secrets that might be lurking underneath someone’s educated exterior.” No matter how many years of education I’ve had, potty humor is still funny.

  3. Melissa says:

    If my anal retentive hubby had his way, you could perform surgery in any room in our house…then reality sets in and he realizes that we have two cats and two teenagers….and he dreams of sterile environements…bet you didn’t know that about him 😉 And I’m afraid that I have the worst potty humor…comes from working in a bar in college…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

  4. Jenny Morgan says:

    Sorry Anne I find your comment about our conversation somewhat distasteful. I feel your memory has been selective. Of course I knew where he went each day… he wrecked my car going there. Jenny x

  5. Stephanie says:

    I laughed out loud at the crossbow. I totally NEED one of those! (no, really)

  6. Running in Mommyland says:

    Fabulous! I would never pass over your People magazine and I was just thinking about Heath and Michelle yesterday. So sad. I wonder about Matilda.

    Unlike yours, my husband is not very proud of our floors as he just moments ago asked me to push the vacuum as he ran upstairs to dress (for the annual family trip to Home Depot). Needless to say, there is no vacuum pushing happening. I’d much rather be reading your blog!

    p.s. I saw on Poppy’s site that you are running the 10 miler next week. I am so on the fence about it and I’m not sure why. Have you run it before?

    • annewoodman says:

      The Tarheel 10-Miler is awesome! Very hard between miles 8 and 9… the hill is a killer. But I guess that’s the point. I went to UNC, so it’s a little bit like a homecoming. ; ) Hope you get to do it!
      And no, sadly, my husband is only proud of the floors because he laid them. I am horrible, horrible at keeping them clean.
      Am now saving any future People magazines for you. ; )

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