Monday, November 5, 2012

I'm One of the Dumbest People I Know

I'm not afraid to admit that.  Because I'm that dumb.

K-ster hates it when I point out my flaws on my blog but I do it anyway because it entertains me, somehow.  Simple minds....

So, the whole turning the clocks thing has always kind of mystified me.  I understand why we do it and what happens, but I sometimes forget that in nature, the clock isn't really moving forward or backward. 

Here's an example.  I was talking to someone about her chickens the other day and she said that they aren't really laying much right now because winter is coming.  She said she thinks she'll put a lightbulb in the chicken house and see if it helps.  I've heard this does help.

I also thought it would be helpful to remind her that, yes, we are losing daylight and when we turn the clocks back, we'll lose even more.


We stood there for a minute and there was even more   .....

Then we both said "well, I guess the chickens won't know that we've turned the clocks so it won't really affect them".

Let me tell you, I puzzled on that for the rest of the afternoon.

Why do we get such short daylight hours in winter? 

And then I realized what I wanted to say.  I know chickens don't know clocks. 

What I meant to say was that with the tilting of the earth, we are losing daylight and the darkness is growing longer because we're into winter.  NOT because we turned the clocks back an hour.  I am somewhat intelligent and I do know what I meant to say. 

In the heat of the moment, it just didn't come out like that.

And I never went back to tell her what I meant to say.

I figure she can just look at my Vanderbilt Alumni license plate holder and just laugh and laugh that someone with my brain graduated from such an institution.

Linking up here!


  1. It baffles me as to why we change the clocks. It would be so much easier to leave them alone, one way or the other.

  2. I hate it when I say something stupid like that, unless it's with a friend who will laugh right along with me. It entertains me, too, when you point out your flaws on the blog:)

  3. We ALL have moments like that! I asked my boyfriend if corned beef was chicken or something else and we both stopped. I immediately realized my mistake, but not before voicing it.


I love comments almost as much as I love summer. I reply to all comments except those ridiculous anonymous comments offering me dirty deeds and real estate. When you leave your comment, please make sure your own settings will allow me to reply to you. Nothing makes me sadder than replying to your comments and then realizing it’s going to the no-reply@blogger address!