Random things that I don't understand...

WWF/WWE Wrestling. And its fans.

My own ability to stay up late on a regular basis. Yet my strong dislike of waking up in the morning. Wouldn't everyone just prefer to stay in their warm, cozy beds?

Monster trucks.

Why my daughter only seems to have to go to the bathroom when I have a plate of yummy warm food sitting in front of me. Especially when we are at a restaurant, but also at home. You have to go to the bathroom three times in 45 minutes, but not once during the previous four hours. Really?

My daughter's recent interest in corn. It's all she seems to want to eat. Well, that and peanut butter sandwiches. And cookies. And chips. And other junk foods.

People who have those disgusting balls (meaning:testicles) hanging from the hitch of their truck. Similarly, the people who have bumper stickers of Calvin (from Calvin & Hobbes) peeing on stuff.

This deep, theological discussion that I recently had with my husband:
Me: Yeah, Peter in Spanish is Pedro. As in "piedra" in Spanish meaning stone or rock, it's Latin based. Like how Jesus says "on this rock I will build my church" and Peter (Pedro - Piedra) is the rock -- so that's why Catholics see him as the first pope.
Darrin: Huh? The Rock? Like Dwayne Johnson?
Me: Eye rolling. And some laughter.