Chicken is in the oven. Potatoes are ready to be mashed. Veggies just need to be steamed. Yes, it is a good day in my house this Memorial Day weekend. As I am working in the kitchen I can hear my darling husband and intelligent son from where they are sitting in the family room watching the Indy 500. I catch bits and pieces of their conversation,
My boys: “Do some of these guys leave right after the race and go to other races?” blah, blah, blah.
My boys: “Look, those 1st and 2nd place cars are from the same team, do they help each other out in that situation?” blah, blah, blah.
My boys: “Does Danika still race in this? Didn’t she go to Nascar? Well, where ever she went she is fine to look at.” blah, blah, blah. 
Well, now they are stuck on Danika and all of her fineness.
My boys: ”Do you think she still races at all?” blah, blah, blah.
My boys: “You would think that this would be a sport that women could actually compete in on more of a physical level.” I decide to interject because I actually saw a show on this.
Me: “I think I read an article awhile back that said that driving a race car was grueling. It requires a lot of muscle strength and you sweat like crazy…I don’t think a lot of women could do that.”
Okay, women, this is where you are going to share my OMG moment with me whether you believe what I just said or not…
My boys: “You’re telling me that a woman ‘can go through 36 hours of intense labor’ and they can’t drive a race car? I don’t ever want to hear how grueling it is to have a baby again; I don’t believe it.”
Me: “OMG. You are so,..” words elude me.
Men just don’t get us. But then I’d rather look at the male in this photo instead of Danika anyway….
Ha.
later,
from the mind of…



