yellowrosetx | Monday's wee hours (Reply)

I'm trying to sort out a backtrack of a story post for K. Just a bit of fluff, I think, but sometimes fluff is good.

I came across this and I hope every man that I know heeds it, REMEMBERS it and WRITES it down. You have to click Share, More Galleries, and 5 Things You Should NEVER say to a woman. Right out the gate they hit the one that pisses me off EVERY single time that a man says it to me when I'm in a huff: RELAX! Yup, easy as that. I'm entitled to freak out, don't tell me to calm down, just hush up and let me be mad for a while. That does mean the man has to agree with me, just recognize that whatever it was that set me off annoys, irks, or otherwise ticks me off!

Edit (6 May 2008 ): Heh. I meant DOES NOT have to agree with me. Apparently, I was in a real huff when I wrote that!

This video illustrates it just about perfectly! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbSoc0IFydU

Here's part of what the article says:
Women freak out. Often at you. Often for no discernible reason. You say something that you consider totally innocuous, or even downright nice, only to find that you've offended, enraged, or annoyed us.
Your first problem -- being attracted to women, a very weird group of people -- is not going to go away. But here's a problem you can solve: word choice. You need to know the phrases that, once introduced to her volatile atmosphere, will result in explosion (or quiet contempt -- no picnic either). Then you need to strike them from your vocabulary.

Warning: Some of these absolute no-no words and phrases seem so incredibly harmless, you may think we're kidding. We're not.

Forbidden Phrase #1: "Relax."

It might seem logical to you to tell a woman who's freaking out to relax. And if "logical" meant the same thing as "stupidest idea ever," you'd be correct. Understand, a woman screaming and carrying on in anger or frustration or panic thinks that her response is 100 percent appropriate. If the inciting situation has anything to do with you, she feels she has a responsibility to freak out extra to compensate for your maddening calm.

So when you tell her to relax, you're implying that your response --i.e., nothing-- is correct. You're denying that there's a reason to be upset. You're telling her she's crazy. Women may sometimes feel crazy and joke about it, but anything smacking of accusations of being crazy will be far from soothing.

Say..."I'm just as upset about this as you are. Let's deal with it together." This way she knows you're totally sympathetic. This should help her to...oh, God...relax.

And the other was about ... Never saying, "You knew I was like this when you married me."

So, today we have to take the car over to the muffler shop in town. The people I talked to over there said the only reason Midas could have gotten near that $5000 pricetag is if the manifold was shot. They never said squat about that. The guy that does exhausts over at Bill's also said that while the law requires one converter that exhaust systems on the Explorer and other larger vehicles need two to make the system work properly. Sounds far more reasonable than, you have to have four on it. They also mentioned after market parts. Hopefully, they can give us a decent price.

Usually, I clean house on Monday, but I think those plans will be on hold until later on in the day. Tuesday is a bulk trash and recycling day, so that has to be done. If nothing else the trash, recycling and old ladder need to be put to the curb.

I keep going back to the old PA Dutch saying, "The hurrier I go, the behinder I get."

Bagged and tagged up to Oct. 19, 2005
4:22 AM... Sleep ... NOW!

1:09 PM

As you can probably guess, we had a change in plans due to weather. (I no longer navigate well on wet pavement even with a cane. ) So, cleaning is the order of the day. Wednesday morning, we have to be over at the hospital for Tom's pre-op appointment. He wants to do the car thing that day. Um, ok. That'll work, but I bet I'm napping in the late afternoon.

9:55 PM

I'm worn out. I scrubbed, I cleaned, I cooked, I laundered. I still have more to go, but not tonight. I have a kitchen to clean and more laundry to fold and put away. Son's room needs a tidying, but it's not too bad. I took a pile of stuff to the curb and cleaned out more things in the garage. I still have two tables of stuff to deal with, but every time I got out there, there's less crap.