Life is filled with mystery.  Some are more intriguing than others.  The Bermuda Triange is very mysterious.  Where is Jimmy Hoffa?  Back in the day, the biggest mystery was who shot J.R.?

Speaking from a hopsian point of view, I am constantly in amazement at people who drink light beer.  Really, what is the point?  If you are on weight watchers, a light beer still accounts for 1200% of your daily allowance of points.  I'm not on weight watchers, deal a meal, or any such other diet, so I drink the real stuff. 

There are other things that amaze me personally.  Things I don't get, don't understand.  You may get them, or understand them, which is fine. 

I don't get Sarah Jessica Parker.  She isn't cute, isn't talented, isn't funny, yet she is famous and makes millions of dollars doing what she does.  On the flip side of the coin, you have Gal Holliday and the Honky Tonk Review.  You probably haven't heard of her, which is a shame, because she and her band are incredibly talented, gifted and wonderful entertainers, very easy on the eyes, and probably don't make millions of dollars, but really should.  The band has more talent than anyone in Nashville with a record label, yet they aren't famous, and I don't understand why.

I don't understand soccer. Everyone was entranced with current World Cup.  Watching 22 guys kick a ball back and forth for 90+ minutes to finish in a 0-0 tie just isn't my idea of compelling sport.  Billions of people think I'm wrong.  So be it.

Professionally, I do not understand why my clients lie to me.  Happens ALL the time.  In many cases I'm the only one that can help them, and they lie to me.  Seems silly, but it happens all the time.

I don't understand how my 4 and 5 year old can run around and play all day in 95 degree heat, and literally go full-blast for 12 straight hours, and I spend 8 hours in an air-conditioned office, sitting in a chair, and I come home exhausted.

What I really don't understand though, is the exercise we just finished at the Beer Commissioner World Headquarters.  It is an exercise that takes place every other Wednesday evening.  It is called the clean the house for the housekeeper exercise.  We have two very lovely ladies that come to our house and clean it.  They do a great job and even fold the toilet paper into little flowers.  When they are finished you can eat off the floor, the walls, or any other surface you desire.  You can do all the white glove tests on this house you desire, and you'll find nothing.  They are wonderful.  Yet, every Wednesday we clean the house for the women that come to clean the house.  I'm not complaining.  I for the most part do what I'm told, when Mrs. Commissioner tells me to do it.  The exercise just makes no sense to me.  I certainly don't clean the gutters before the gutter guy comes.  I don't wash my car before I take it to the car wash.  I'm only asking the question rhetorically, as I don't want an answer, especially from Mrs. Commissioner, because I imagine the answer will be something along the lines, because she lives with 4 guys are we are all slobs, or something of the sort.