PUBLIC SCHOOL LUNACY HAS OUTDONE ITSELF

Following my eye exam - driving home along Old Pacific Highway this afternoon, I heard so much BS coming from the radio … that I was happy when an incoming call interrupted all the craziness assaulting my ears.

First off, a teacher is telling her class that “Mrs.” Means “male ownership”; W.T.H. This is a clear brainwashing tactic being taught from a personal – not a professional – understanding (and a backwards one, if I may say so).

The ‘Title’, “Mrs.”, implies equality to me: Bob and I were a Team in all things; when we joined our lives together, we were no longer sanctimonious individuals with opposing views … we were two individual people coming together (pulling our mental, physical, and spiritual strengths) to make a whole. We took the viewpoint that “the two shall be joined together, and become one” seriously.

Mrs., identified me as part of a balanced Team.

The Title 'Mrs.' means male ownership. WTH

Mrs., identified me a recognized equal with my Mr.

'Mrs.' implies respect, to me; I LIKED being linked with my husband.

I wore the title proudly: I still do.

And, more to the point … why is it even an issue when the left-wing heterosexaphobe nutcases have erased gender so completely, they cannot explain what a male or female is??? If neither sexual gender exists – how can one be {owned} by the other?

The following reported News was about (1) Michigan kindergartener’s getting drunk on Jose Cuervo shots … in class! (2) First Grader’s smoking cigarettes (3) New Jersey Second Grader’s playing “name that body part”, while being coached by the {teacher} to choose the specific gender, teacher chose for the day to be experimented with, during class time of gender identity and fluidity hour (4) and in Austin, Texas … an adult-sized Easter Rabbit hopped through swarms of second graders handing out plastic eggs filled with condoms.

Public Schools have become the playground arena for seriously unstable people hired by the Teacher’s Unions, who have consistently since the 1980’s hired known criminal pedophiles, known junkies, and socialist/communist ‘social warriors’ still stuck in the 1960’s counter-culture wars – intent on destroying America, and American families.

The inmates are running the asylum system, and the asylum system is out of control.

Honestly - I don't understand why anyone would send their kids to a public school funded by - staffed by - and run by the government lackey's.

2 Year EYE EXAM ~2022

This afternoon I was finally able to get to my 2-year eye exam: it was due in November of 2021, but I had to reschedule it. Then, December’s asthmatic episode caused another reschedule. March’s bronchitis infection, and April’s surprise snowfall had me wondering if the exam was going to be happening at all, any time soon.

I was happy to see that though it is raining today, another reschedule was avoided 😉

I passed the exam with flying colors – there was a slight adjustment needed for my far-sight: but not much. All-in-all, I’m doing better than expected “for a woman your age” 😊

I ordered Contacts for long-distance driving (I’ll be able to wear polarized sunglasses with them); and doc says the updated prescription should cut down on the headlights glare when dusk settles in and I’m on the road.

I also ordered new glasses: glitzy ones!

Bob, if he was watching me, must have been howling with laughter, when I tried them on – primped a bit – then said, “I’ll take ‘em; they’re so me!”

The glitter drew me in ...

And I like to tortoise shell effect also.

I can't wait for the contacts and new glasses to arrive.

Iris Apfel, eat your heart out :-)

FIRST DATE PROTOCOL

The radio hosts were lively this morning 😉

One of the topics touched on was 1^st Date protocol.

Bob was my 1^st ‘Grownup Date’; he was a full-grown man – with full-grown traits.

Everyone has a differing opinion; and a lot of things come into play, so there really isn’t a hard-and-fast strategy in the game of dating. That said, Bob loving me, taught me a lot about relationship interaction that I didn’t know about until he came into my life and showed me that I was special; and worthy of special treatment.

My first date with Bob was a mixed happening: Bob was a courtly gentleman in appearance, character, actions, and mannerisms – I wasn’t used to any of that: I was raised in a very liberal atmosphere in my mother’s home. I was used to shaggy looking fellas; with loose, care-free lifestyles that bordered on lazy narcissism with capitol L’s and N’s. And, in all fairness … I was an individualist individual with very overt feminist opinions, feeling in all ways equal to males except in physical strength, which there is no realistic way of getting around 😉

When Bob called me Monday evening to ask if I’d be free to step out with him, Friday evening, I told him I would be … and that he could, “honk the horn, and I’ll be right out.” That, I was used to.

When Bob showed up at my mother’s house Friday evening – he actually climbed the 3 porch steps and knocked on the door: that, I was not used to. And that small, but significant action, warmed my little liberated feminist heart –😊

Bob was a gentleman - and he treated me like his “Lady”, from the get-go.

When we had finished our Supper, I told Bob that I would pay my half of the tab; he was ready to politely argue the point (and he could also see that I was ready to stand my ground on the issue); we good-naturedly agreed to disagree, and move forward. Bob allowed space in our 1^st Date for my teenage ‘line in the sand’ moment. I had stolen his thunder: and he was gracious enough to let that slide.

But Bob had shown himself to be a thoughtful and willing payer (again, something I was not used to): that courteous thoughtfulness and willingness, won him kudo points with me.

I couldn’t settle for less, now: MPO is that a guy should at least offer to pay, and if the offer doesn’t arise – there will be no repeat with the deadbeat.

Dating is not game-playing with me: I'm not interested in high school games ... even in High School, I wasn't interested in high school booty-call-'dating' games; I didn't date at lot before Bob because I wouldn't play the required dating games (back seat grab-n-dodge "owed" because of a greasy hamburger; kiss-n-tell wrestling matches, ect.).

Bob taught me what a grown-up, adult, relationship is.

Bob taught me what a caring, thoughtful, generous, loving relationship is.

Over the years, I learned to appreciate Bob's gentlemanly manners & attitude.

Would I let Bob pay for our 1^st Date Supper, if I could replay that 1^st Date moment? I don’t know – and it’s silly to speculate: it’s done. But, I can say, that if I were to start dating now … there would be no question: THE FELLA WOULD PAY 😉

I stopped having truck with deadbeats in 1974 – I have no intention of taking up with slackers in 2022.