A side boob distraction

Several years ago, Gerald and several (guy) co-workers attended an after work happy hour at a bar near their office. One of the female bartenders was showing the guys bikini shots (of her) on her phone. Heaven only knows what led to this special “viewing,” but it was noticed in the pictures that she had a large tattoo that went all the way up her side (on the top). The guys asked the bartender what the tattoo was (picture/symbol of ??) since it couldn’t clearly be seen on the phone (I guess not even z@@ming in did the trick). She pulled the side of her shirt up right there in the bar so they could get a good look (at the tattoo?). Gerald said she told them what the ink was a picture/symbol of, but the guys were so distracted by the woman’s flash of side boob, they didn’t actually catch what she had said. Gerald said she wasn’t even wearing a bra so as soon as the shirt went up and a little side boob was exposed, well, all bets were off. The gawking males probably couldn’t even remember their names.

Me: So you got side boob distracted, huh?

Gerald: Yeah.

I suppose a side boob exposure could be distracting to anyone. So I started wondering, what are my side boob distractions?

Let’s see, you got electronics. Yeah, electronics are definitely a big distraction for me. My phone, my Kindle, gotta have them near me at all times. I gotta check my blog stats and I like being able to surf the internet at the drop of a dime. But it’s come at a cost at times. Gerald or the kids may be trying to talk to me, and I find myself drawn to whatever device, and not paying attention to what’s going on around me. I can tell when I’ve annoyed them or hurt some feelings because of the perception of my choice between electronic vs. human.

Pretty sure my obsession over trying to keep our house picked up and looking presentable could be considered a distraction to me as well. My recent decluttering quest has been intense. I’ve spent entire weekends engrossed in getting rid of so much crap. And I’ll be working on one area of the house, only to be distracted by a mess in a different area, and the next thing you know, I’m all over the place. I am hoping though that my house management distraction will soon lessen as I get closer to my goal of a totally clutter-free house. We shall see… Hmm…

My youngest just came in here and is trying to talk to me as I’m typing up this post. I wonder what he is saying. Oh, so that reminds me – my KIDS can be a distraction. There are so many times when I try to carry on a conversation with my boys. I ask how their day went and I try to get the scoop on what’s going on with their friends or whatever, and it’s like I hit a brick wall. They answer in short little fine/okay/yeah quips. But I stumbled upon the key to having them open up and start a dialog with me. All I have to do is try to engage in something that doesn’t involve them. It works like a charm. Like the example I just gave of my youngest popping in while I’m in the middle of writing a post. Then there’s anytime I’m attempting to get into the latest novel in my hands / on my Kindle. I wonder if there’s a name for this phenomena. But usually I forget to use this as a tactic and am really wanting to get something done and then I will for sure get distracted by the latest household drama.

So there you have it, some of my biggest distractions in a nutshell. So let’s look deep into what I’ve learned from such reflection. Let’s examine how… Oh look, side boob!

A really badly drawn side boob picture. You didn't think I'd actually include a real side boob pic, did you? Just do a google search.
A really badly drawn side boob pic

–kd

26 thoughts on “A side boob distraction”

  1. Yes, definitely electronics. I can glance at my phone, then look up, and it’s already midnight. Those candies aren’t gonna crush themselves ya know.
    And. I cannot comment on men and boobs. There’s toooo many jokes. It would fill the interwebs.

  2. I love your drawing! As I was reading your penultimate paragraph it was at the bottom of my screen totally distracting me. Well done! I hope that your decluttering project isn’t backfiring on you. I haven’t checked out the book yet, but I’m guessing there’s a “clean home–clear mind” message in it somewhere. I think that the rest of your side boob distractions are related to that phenomenon known as “motherhood.” šŸ˜‰

    1. So the side boob just sorta popped out at you, huh? šŸ™‚

      Hopefully I can get to that clear mind thing, eventually.

      I’ve always said I’d be a good stay-at-home mom as long as there are no kids in the house. šŸ˜‰

  3. When my wife and I were first dating she would say “You don’t live on this planet, do you?” And it’s true–inside my head is one enormous distraction.

    The truly terrible distraction for me, though, is pinball. It’s a lucky thing pinball machines are hard to find these days because if there’s one near me I can’t concentrate on anything else until I’ve played it at least once. TwerlaP’s comment above reminds me that we bought a Wii and I got a pinball simulator for it. I have to set a timer for myself or I’ll be playing that silver ball for hours.

    1. When Gerald and I bought our very first smart phones, I downloaded this game. It was just like the Zuma game, where you have to shoot all the snaking around balls before they got to the entrance of a cave, but it had a different name. Anyway, I became obsessed and would play for hours and/or until my phone overheated. It’s a good thing that game only had 100 levels or I’d STILL be going.

  4. How come Gerald gets side views of a barmaid’s boobs and all I get is my Uncle Frank showing me the scars from his varicose vein surgery?

    Apart from this cruel trick played on me by the universe, I really enjoyed the post!

    1. Gerald has a talent (?) for having weird/different things happen wherever he goes. He will come back from filling up one of our vehicles at the gas station and of course, some sort of to-do happens. Once he got a front-row seat to some guys yahooing (stealing) beer from the gas station convenience store. That never would have happened if I had been there. Of course that’s probably a good thing now that I think of it.
      Sorry you have to look at your uncle’s scars. Eww.

  5. Lets put it this way. Just the mention of side boob distracted me from my work. And I’m currently busier than a one armed paper hanger or a one legged man at a butt kicking contest. But, side boob…

    1. That’s funny. So just the words “side boob” serve as a distraction. Sorry (?) to have distracted you from your work. šŸ™‚

  6. So funny. And yes, ever notice no one pays attention to you till you’re in the middle of a post.. that’s late. (Not that its ever happened to me, ahem). You’re frantically writing and that’s when your husband and kids all have the most pressing business of their lives. It never fails.

  7. So there I was walking along thinking about this post and how easily distracted I often am, only to realize my boss and her boyfriend were walking parallel to me hooting and calling my name. They’d apparently been doing it for at least a minute before I noticed.

    So naturally I thought of this:

    1. I LOVE that movie, and I haven’t seen it in forever! I think my boys would get a kick out of it too. Thanks for including the funny (and oh so classic!) clip!

  8. I thought of the nose thing too when I saw the drawing. But no judgement because it’s still better than anything I could draw. And I’m eerily similar to Christopher in that I’m easily distracted by just about anything. And the “Three Amigos” clip is appropriate too. I think it’s because I’m always “in my head” and not paying attention to the outside world. Or maybe I’m just a big goober. Probably a combinations of the two…

    1. Well I am definitely no Ar-TEEST! Gerald wonders why I didn’t just take one of the many side boob shots found on the internet. šŸ™‚

    1. Maybe I should have titled this post “What’s your side boob?” Hahaha. And apparently there are lots of side boobs out there. šŸ™‚

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