Why does the man get the lawn?

Ryan: men have a connection with their lawns though
when i get a house the lawn will be mine
I was biking around the neighborhood, when something stood out yet again. The signs that people use to encourage voting for certain people... well, they're never placed in the middle of any property. They're always either on the outskirts or in between two pieces of real estate. In Wisconsin, people would place these election signs in front of their homes. Here, it looks like they were placed by other people.
As for Ryan, he thinks he will be ordering his future wife around, beating her if she tells him that there are no houses without inclines honey, and that they shall live in a brown and white house. It will have 19 rooms and four stories. Everyone must wear shoes inside the house after mowing the lawn that only he can mow because he is the man of the house because shoes are great. In fact, he will hit me if I don't agree with him. The minibar will be open to everyone over 14 years of age. No one can mess up the yard, where there will be a Subway/Taco Bell-like gas station.
Yesterday, I watched Mean Girls on ABC Family. My mother walked by and said, "You're watching TV?" in a surprised way. Well, I was surprised too. I realized that Rachel McAdams, the main character in The Notebook, was in it. I had seen the movie (Mean Girls) with Katie back in Wisconsin. Weird connection.
Today, the real B (meaning better than the one from Gossip Girl), my protective friend (My mother asked if this friend was a boy or girl after said her name. Me: Giiirrrlll...) came over and we watched Memoirs of a Geisha. Her eighth movie in less than three days, and the other seven she had never seen.
Before that, it was sunny outside. Finally. I went biking, and realized that the handlebar was rotated too far counterclockwise. If my hands were the same distance in front of me, then the bike would be turning right. Not the least disappointing bike ride. Then, as I biked up the hill to my house because I finally switched gears so I could, I realized that I wanted to be outside a bit longer, so I put the bike back and walked the daily walk around the street, and back up the same hill. The shower felt great, of course.
I wonder where our math teacher lives.