Opening Doors @ MindSay

myclette has a wonderful posting about shattering stereotypes. here goes mine:

I am an upper middle class Jewish married woman with blonde hair, big boobs and a soft voice.

I do not believe in God in the traditional Jewish sense. I fall somewhere between a buddhist and a Diest.

I do not believe Israel is always right.

I have believed there should be an Independent Palestinian state since the middle 1960's.

Jerusalem belongs to three major world religions and should become an international city open to all.

I admire and am fascinated with Islam and have no knee jerk hatred for any ethnic group.

I hate gifilte fish and only minimally enjoy lox.

Although married for almost 40 years I do not think monogamy is the glue that holds most marriages together, I think it is respect , honesty and friendship.

Despite being a jewish wife, I love performing fellatio and am open to all sorts of kinkiness with my husband.

Although blonde and busty I graduated summa cum laude from a prestigious woman's college.

I love blonde jokes but I hate racial jokes. Actually I do not believe in RACE as a construct. I think we just come in different phenotypes.

I own a mink and some great jewelry but I bake my own bread, clean my own house and do my own gardening. SO I guess I am not a JAP ( jewish american princess)

Although small in stature no one has ever pshed me around and I can control a classroom of 30 childlren with body language and a soft voice.

(The only stereotype that is true is that I love to pay wholesale)

    Alrighty ladies and jellybeans! This was a moment too funny to keep to myself.

    I went to the mall today. It's one of those older malls that aren't filled to the hilt with people. It used to be the main mall, but since then a newer bigger one has been built.

    The stores I had to get to are right beside the food court so I parked there and headed inside. Once I reached the doors I saw two guys pulling against the doors as hard as they could. They were supposed to push instead. They stopped when I walked up to the doors. I smiled at them and waved a little before pulling the door outwards and walking in. I nodded slightly to them before going on my merry way. One of them made a comment to his friend...

"Duuuuuude...."

    Later on as I was leaving through the same way I heard the two guys from before yelling "Push! Not Pull!"  I was laughing so hard as I walked out that I almost tripped. It was so funny!   

My now 16 month old daughter has figured out how to open doors.

Yesterday the front door was opened so I shut it and she looked at me, with her father's Jeffry Dahmer grin, grabbed the knob (on her tippy toes) and opened the door. 

Good thing we have deadbolts.  Oh yeah - and storm doors.

It makes it kinda scary because in the time it would take me to go to the bathroom she could open the door and be outside.  Gonna have to up the vigilance in hesterland. 

Now if she figures out how to climb on a chair and open the garage door I'm doomed.

I wonder if I'm REALLY ready to have another one?