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Wednesday, May 02, 2007


Okay, we always talk about our pets' faults and the faults of our "better" halves--The Boss, The Saint, Flyboy, Sweetie, etc.

Maybe we should also talk about our OWN faults? The Boss is a bit ticked off at me, because he says one of my faults is that I "plan" things without talking to him first. He got "dogged" about my blog the other day, inviting people to the house. He said people at work are asking when they can bring their dogs here! So he wants a retraction! LOL. I'm a social sort, very extroverted, while he's a total introvert.

Now, I figure I can plan things as long as I'm not ASKING him to be involved or do any work for it. You see, as I mentioned before, we are polar opposites in personality. So, that is one of my major faults. I'm not like him, I'm a Yankee, and you know what some Southerners think of Yankees!I fit all the stereotypes. I'm glad I live in a place where there are a lot of Yankee transplants like myself. Some other things he might see as faults (I of course don't) is that I am outgoing, bossy, sarcastic and always right (he thinks that is a fault, my always being right, but I don't think of it that way!) I make decisions quickly and act quickly. I'm not one to worry over a decision for days on end.

I'm also very opinionated and can come off as rude to others who are sensitive sorts. I don't like dancing around an issue or softening people up, I prefer being direct and like when others are that way with me. Just cut to the chase. I'd never be a good diplomat or politician.

I disgust him if I eat food that's dropped on the floor. I'm sure he could tell you about many of my perceived faults, such as I like to argue, but when you are always right, that's just a chore you must do! I also drive him nuts because I think out loud and like to brainstorm. He keeps his thoughts to himself until he's come to a conclusion or resolution. I move fast all the time, while he's a slow Andy Griffith-type walker. I've only seen him move fast once, and that was when it was raining and we were going from the parking lot to a restaurant. He trotted a bit. I'm very impatient as well, which also drives him nuts. He'll say "Does it have to be done NOW?" Why, yes, yes it does. I'm the opposite of a procrastinator most of the time.

I talk too fast. I "con" him into going to the store to pick up stuff we need. Con is his word, not mine. I spoil the pets, I let them get away with stuff. We are not good in a car together--I think he drives too slow, he thinks I drive to fast. I will not drive with him as passenger, because he's a worse backseat drive than I am. Oops, I forgot, this is supposed to be about my faults!

He doesn't like when I tell him to turn on his blinker (I hate when people don't use their blinker!) I "question" him. You see, he thinks my asking him a simple question is the same thing as his BEING questioned, as if I had him tied up with a blinding hot light beating down on his head.

I can see how I get on his nerves, but he gets on mine sometimes too, so we're even. And I wrote a whole column about all the GOOD things he does, but do I get credit for that? :)

He knew what I was like before we got married, as we knew each other in the Air Force. I was bossy, opinionated and always right then too, so he knew what he was getting into! So whose fault is that he has to suffer so?

So share how YOU get on people's nerves, especially your "better" halves! Our pets have faults, and so do we, but it's all a matter of perspective!

In closing, I will add that I am the one who puts the toilet paper and paper towels facing the right way on the holder, and I am the one who loads the dishwasher properly.:)

Above is a picture of Scooter and one of his many faults: A stuffed toy lasts about two seconds before he gets a hole in it and pulls out the stuffing. I don't buy those kind of toys, but my sister often sends them as Christmas presents.

posted by Sandy at 5/02/2007 10:35:00 AM


Blogger Pam said...

This is the subject I need to skip as I have absolutely NO faults or flaws!Ha, don't I wish. One of the biggest things that Fly Boy gets upset with meover is I try to get him to tell someone something when he is talking to them on the phone. He can't stand that and gets irate and I mean IRATE! He says no matter which route he takes to go somewhere I always say we should have gone another one, yea another backseat driver. I take off way too fast from a stoplight, which I've been trying not to do since others might not stop oposite me soon enough. I take too long to throw out some of the junk mail. I AM big procrastinator!I ama good listener and diplomat but I have a hard time letting a argument go away, tend to try and make sure it is completely settled right away, not always possible with him. I get into the nurse mode and give advise to him a lot. Ok that is one he really doesn't mind most of the time. I'm sure there are many more but for now I will stop here. He can't complain about eatting off the floor because he does that too, you know 30 second rule or as I've said around here it more like 30 minute,ha.
Well our computer service is still messed up, goes in and out so I will get on here when it will let me.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007 3:16:00 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Well I’m sure my faults are many, but I don’t see them that way. I’m opinionated, blunt to a fault, sarcastic and a general pain in the ass. I don’t like it when people can’t get to the point. I’m very sure of who I am and what I believe and don’t like people who think I’m wrong for what I believe. I love to argue especially when I’m right (and I usually am). I never bet on anything unless I know it’s a sure thing. Hubby has learned many lessons about betting with me. I will go the extra mile to provide him proof that I’m right and he’s wrong.

We have the Southern issue too. He’s a Southern boy to the bone and I’m a “loud mouth, up tight know it all Northern Yankee snob.” That’s a quote from my now deceased father–in-law. Hubby wants a wife that will cook and clean and stay home, but he also wants a wife that brings home a paycheck. Maybe he should move to Utah so he can have both. I just won’t be one of them. I’m always hot and want the windows open and the fan on and he’s always cold. I tell him to dress warmer because you can’t take enough off when you’re hot. There for I win.

I won’t let him drive unless it’s in DC because he drives so slowly. He waits until the last minute to change lanes and yells at all the other drivers on the road for things he did. I will admit that I don’t use my turn signal very often since we moved here. Most times when you turn on your turn signal here, the other drivers speed up so you can’t change lanes, so you learn to do with out it.

I always have to be in charge and that includes our finances too. I watched how my Grandmother struggled when my grandfather passed away and I vowed that would not be me. She had no clue about there finances. I tell him it’s my job to know everything and his job to supply the funds for me.

Only I can clean the house the right way and everything must be put in its correct spot the right way.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007 4:28:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Like Pam, I too am perfect! Just ask my daddy, he say all 4 of his kids are perfect... ha NOT!!!
Let’s see where do I begin here?
I am controlling, must have things done around here my way or I am not satisfied.
I am on the verge of OCD and a semi perfectionist with cleaning and yard work, although I am getting better about it in my older age.

I am a huge backseat driver no matter what seat I am in. I think the Saint takes a longer route to where we are going just to see how long before I blow-up! She’s gonna Blow!

I drive him nuts with wanting to get gas when the gauge is on ¼ tank. He says we have bells and lights if the tank gets to low to remind him and I don’t need to tell him. When I moan about gas, he says, “Have we ever run out of gas before?” I say, “No, because I always tell you when to get it!” Again, I think he likes to see how far he can push until she blows!

I am impatient when it comes to doing something when someone else is doing it too slow. I go nuts wanting to grab what ever and just do it myself as I can do it three times as quickly and move on to the next thing.

I irritate easily at incompetence with Salesclerks, Food servers, etc.

It drives the Saint nuts for me to wash a dirty dish that is in the sink before we go somewhere. Once I got out of the car and back inside because I remembered one dirty glass in the sink! Yep, that is a problem I am working on…

I talk too much. The Saint is a quiet person and I am a talker. He even has a nickname for me but we will keep that quiet for now. I have toned down on the talking too much. We can go for hours in the car together on a trip and I will read a magazine and not talk.

I am a multi-tasker to the core but I don’t take that as a bad thing but at times it bugs the Saint when I am doing too many things at once. I think it confuses him a bit as he moves in a much slower pace then I…

I cannot tolerate bad manners from my cats. I expect discipline from them as if they were human, well they practically are right? The Saint thinks they should be allowed to do whatever they want to after all, they are cats and cats climb the wall right? Not in my house so we argue a bit but in the end I win that one…

I drive the Saint nuts when I wash the car because I will not let him roll down the window because it will leaves streaks.

I sing in the car and I think that use to bug him but now I hear him singing along with me on certain songs! I wore off on him I guess…

I am a worry wart and that bugs him to no end. Why worry over something you have no control over. Well, I should have control right?

He hates it when I put on the brake in the passengers seat or grab the “Oh Sh$t” handle if I think a car is going to hit us!

It use to bug the Saint that I am such a Cheap Skate but over the years he has seen how much money it has saved us and now he too looks for the bargains. But he did teach me to buy good quality over cheaply made things as you will end up buying those more then once in the long run spending more money…

Oh, gee I was not sure what I was going to bash on myself and I am thinking this is enough for today. I think I will make myself a strong drink and forget all of my faults…

Wednesday, May 02, 2007 8:55:00 PM  
Blogger Stacey said...

Okay, Adrienne, I think you and Sandy are the same person!!!! You sound JUST LIKE HER!!!! It really must be the Yankee thing. I never really bought into that much, but I'm starting to rethink that now.

Wow. Eye opening stuff here.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007 11:19:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Well now girls, talk about OCD!!!!!!!! Whoah! I do have a thing about the gas though. When it's on a 1/4 I have to get gas and Fly Boy says it'll go to Nashville and back when the gauge sinking below showing. I say it's better to be safe. He says ok, one time we ran out of gas way back in 1979 and you have never let me forget it!!!!!!! No and I never will!!!! You'd think he wouldn't want to forget it since he was the one who had to walk two miles to be able to get . We were that close to home and he went to get oour other car then went to the gas station, got the gas then I ahd to follow him home with the other car. So no, I will not let him forget that. Especially when our neighbor was home and he could ahve asked him to drive him to the gas station instead of getiing our other car and all the rest but he was too stubborn! And don't get me started on him not asking directions! I might just totally blow up here!

Thursday, May 03, 2007 8:17:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

p.s. I too handle all the finances which Fly Boy likes since I have taken really good care of always. And I don't mind admitting when I am wrong but like you Adrienne, I am right a lot of the time.

Thursday, May 03, 2007 8:19:00 AM  
Blogger O'Malley said...

Faults??.....SShhh, we can never let them even THINK we have any! haha. My hubby will be mad that I didn't let him write this one.

According to him only.. disorganized.
I Procrastinate
I drive way too fast and brake at the last second
I don't put things back where they go immediately after using them
I watch dumb shows on TV(hello???and football is smart tv compared to Desperate Housewives, Greys Anatomy and Brothers and sisters?)
I like cats
I am too easy on our girls, I should make them do more of the work around the house.
I buy stuff without telling him when he is deployed(He is STILL mad about that little inground pool incident when he was away at SEERS school...)
I don't like confrontation so I tend to get walked all over by some people(he might be right about this one)
I volunteer him to do things for people without telling him.
I complain about his "manners" quite a bit. I guess this yankee thing must be true. He is a yank and I am a southern girl. I think he is kind of blunt, borderline rude sometines and I tell him about it.
He says my car is a sh*thole..haha..whats wrong with water bottles rolling around under your feet while driving? Of course is HE ever shuttling girls to the ballfield 5 nights a week?
I'm sure he would have an endless list but I would for him too. Thats the eyes of our pets we are perfect!

Thursday, May 03, 2007 9:23:00 AM  
Blogger Daisylouu said...

My husband is a neat-freak and I'm messy. However, I am the single person responsible for basically everything in the house and where it's kept, so I'm the one who has to REMEMBER everything (like where things are, and what has to be done). My aging brain is fried.

Friday, May 04, 2007 4:52:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Reading all this makes me feel so much better. I sense a pattern. Some of it is traditional male-female stuff, but other things are personality.

Stacey, you are right. Adrienne sounds like my twin! Adrienne, you must make a visit to Clarksville sometime. I could have written every single thing you did about your "faults." By the way, they are not faults but virtues.

Shannon, we are opposites in that you don't like confrontation. I actually like confrontation, especially the verbal kind. This goes hand in hand with always being right. LOL. I LOVE to argue and people always told me my entire life I should have been a lawyer.

Pam, The Boss is exactly the same as Flyboy when it comes to the gas thing. Quarter tank and he's telling me that one day I'm going to run out of gas. I have never run out in the 30 years I've been driving EVER, which I tell him, but it doesn't stop him from commenting about it if he sees the tank on 1/4.

Pam, keep us posted on Flyboy. We'll miss you posting every day!

Friday, May 04, 2007 9:47:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

OH, and I can vouch for Daisy's messiness. There are two kinds of people: ones who's desk looks like a tornado hit it and those who like things out of site. Sis likes everything out on her desk so she can "see it" and know where it is. I hate clutter--it makes my mind feel cluttered, so I keep my desk neat and tidy. I'm not big on vacuuming and dusting, but I hate clutter, so things get shoved in drawers and cupboards and The Boss's junk is in big basket in the bedroom and one in the kitchen.

Friday, May 04, 2007 9:50:00 AM  
Blogger Sandy said...

OH Skeeter, forgot to say about the talking too much. I am the same way. When I didn't work and The Boss would come home, I'd yak it up, but he was at work all day getting bombarded by phone calls and dealing with millions of people and all he wanted to do was sit and be quiet and rest. I am the same way in the car. I talk. Since I think outloud and am always thinking, I am always talking. LOL. I am like my Mom in this respect, which Daisy will verify, right sis?

Friday, May 04, 2007 9:52:00 AM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

Sandy, I'm laughing right now at the Lawyer comment. My mom used to beg me to go to law school. She said I could argue a point to death. If I ever went to law school I thought I would be a divorce lawyer.

I have to say I wouldn't know about the gas thing since I don't fill up my tank. But I will wait for the gas light to come on before I tell Hubby that I need gas.

Friday, May 04, 2007 12:52:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Shannon'o'malley, I think you and I may be related llike Sandy and Adrienne. We like the same TV shows, don't like confrontation and buy things when our hubbies are away,ha. I can't remember whwat I bought when he went to the SERE course but I'm sure it was good. on one of his trips I bought a formal dinning room set, another I bought a real expensive grandfather clock, others I've went overboad and bought a ton of clothes. Those are just a few and I can't count my two sports cars as he knew about them and actually bought them for me. One before a Honduras trip and the other when he came back from Iraq. The second one was the really expensive one though and I had wanted it for a long time. I have been known to go a little nuts in Tuesday Morning and TJ MAX too. I can't say taht Fly Boy ever gets upset about anything I buy thugh, I'm really lucky in that sense but he sure does complain about my other faults, I mean uh what he sees as faults.
Now for the update on him. The Neurosurgeon called yesterday afternoon and Fly Boy's surgery has been rescheduled for May 23. He is disapointed because he had himself all geared to get this over with and now has to do that all over. Anyway keep him in your prayers and I will keep you all posted.
Sandy did you send o'malley my numbers yet? Please do when you get the time. Thanks!!!!

Friday, May 04, 2007 3:28:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Sandy, I'm the one who panics when the gas gauge is on a 1/4 tank and Fly Boy is the one who says it'll go to Nashville and back and in fact will probably go there and back a coouple of times,ha. He will drive on fumes! So guess I'm the bad guy here,ha.

Friday, May 04, 2007 3:31:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Sandy, I just have to defend Daisy's messiness since I can be the same way. Coming from a medical point of view ( from doing a Phychiatric nursing rotation ) some of the most organized people are the ones with the worst mental problems,ha. And have you ever head the saying---"The sign of a clean desk is a sign of a sick mind!"

Saturday, May 05, 2007 8:09:00 AM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Oh Pam, I am a pretty well organized person and keep things neat and clean. Are you saying I could be mentally ill??? I am glad to know this because now I have an excuse when the Saint fusses at me about postponing our journey, by me getting out of the car to wash that one dirty glass in the sink! I can now tell him that I cannot help it. I am a mentally ill person and he must deal with me or put me in a Mental hospital... LOL...

Saturday, May 05, 2007 9:13:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

Skeeter, girl, you crack me up! I certainly am not saying you are mentally ill! But the glass thing is a bit over the top,ha. You can still claim mental problems to the Saint for a excuse and I'll back you up,ha.
I actually admire you and everyone else who is that obsessive about cleaning since I am almost the oposite. I tease my daughter all the time because she is so obsessive about everything. Even what she calls her jumk drawers are organized. Even though I'm not like you and her I do like a clean house, I just need someone else to do it for me,ha.

Saturday, May 05, 2007 9:49:00 PM  
Blogger Skeeter said...

Yep Pam, I already told the Saint that you called me "Mental" and he laughed and said he knew that a long time ago.... Ha-ha....

Sunday, May 06, 2007 12:09:00 PM  
Blogger Pam said...

Skeeter, Fly Boy has been telling me for years that "my lights are on bbut nobody's home" ha.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007 8:10:00 AM  
Blogger Pam said...

P.S. he also says I must be ON dog food. Hmmmmm that must be some good stuff!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007 8:12:00 AM  

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Sandy Britt, an animal welfare advocate and volunteer with Clarksville rescue organizations, takes care of three dogs: Zoe, Scooter and Peanut; two cats: Catfish and Tarzan; and one husband, Glen, and according to him she takes care of them in that order.

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