I have lost count as to what part this "Can I Borrow Story" is and I am too lazy to go back and count. If any of my 2 readers feel they have time they can do this for me.
So, two weeks ago we were in the backyard with my parents assembling the Little Tikes play gym my sister-in-law handed down for the Menace. The dear hubby had left to put the jog stroller back in the basement and had been gone for an extraordinarily long time. When he returned he had a frustrated look on his face. I asked him about it and he said, "guess what the Male Can I Borrow asked me?" "Oh Great", I thought. He then proceeded to tell me that the Can I Borrow's asked to borrow the baby hiking backpack. If you will notice in a previous "Can I Borrow"http://thewinder.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-i-borrow.html post they borrowed this before we had ever had a chance to use it, as we had had a difficult time conceiving a child. My hubby tells me that he put the blame on me saying that I wouldn't let anyone borrow it as we use it frequently with the Menace. "Phew" I thought I don't mind being the bad guy. I might let it out if I it had been someone else, but we have a rule not to lend things out we aren't willing to give away or we will only lend to those we know will replace. The Can I Borrow's don't fit into either category.
Is this the end of the tale, NO! Several days later I was outside with the Menace playing. When we ran into not one but both of the Can I Borrow's (mind you they no longer live in our neighborhood they were just dropping children off). I was making polite conversation when the male bursts out (in a suspiciously joking tone) "You really hurt our feelings by not letting us take your pack". WOW!! The nerve of some people. I replied "Well, I don't want to have to scrub it before using it every time". The female then says "Well, we didn't get it dirty last time did we?" I being very annoyed by this time just said, "Call me obsessive I will scrub it if anyone else uses it before putting my kid in!" I then picked up my Menace and returned home. Oooohhhh! I wish I was better at making snide comments. Oh Well, maybe they will start to gather that I am fed up with them. Probably not--their kind never care.
I know my last post was about Rabid and family, but since she and those who know her are the only few who read my blog it doesn't matter. Anyhow--Rabid, Yahoo#2, Myself and my little Menace went for a picnic. On the drive there Yahoo #2 spurts out, look "Menace" and I are holding hands. I looked back to see their hands clasped and stretched out between the two car seats. Then Yahoo#2 proceeded to make funny noises so the Menace would giggle. It was one of those special moments you would like to freeze in time. Thanks Rabid and Yahoo#2 you made my week!
I was just glancing through Rabid's blog and noticed a great family ski photo. It reminded me of my ski adventure with them a few weeks ago. I was pathetic, horrible, no good, very bad that day. Not that I am ever excellent but as of April 20, 2007 (the last time I had skied due to the baby) I was beginning to get the hang of it.
A single event on our adventure will sum it up. As Rabid's Spouse, Yah00 #2, and I descended down a blue run I started to panic. I reverted back to the old snow plow days. As Yahoo #2 began down the longest "steep" part he yells back to me "ya just have to make big turns". He made it look so easy. Once again I panicked I skipped that part and stayed on the cat track. I found them waiting patiently for me at the bottom. Mind you I have 28 years on the yahoo. It was very humiliating. 
Thanks rabidowski and family for putting up with me!
There are so many ideas in the book. One I want to share is concerning the fact that we say our husband is not a good listener. I know I have repeatedly said this. She quotes a listener to her program:
I also believe that we as women talk too much in our conversations with our husbands. We say they never listen to us, but let's face it, we usually put in way too many details to keep them interested! (that is me for sure)
I mean, really, would you want to listen if they were telling you every detailed play that took place in a football game they'd seen? (OK so I might, but you get the point) I certainly would be bored silly if my husband did that. He can tell me if his favorite team won and he can even tell me a great play that was in the game, but any more than that, I would for sure start to zone out.
If we cut down on the details and ask them more questions about their day (without pressure for answers, though), conversations would become more two-sided and more pleasant.
This may not fit everyone. It sure fits me to a T. It is not the only problem my hubby and I face, but it is one area I know I can improve on. So, if you are not too proud to admit you may be part of the relationship problem--check this book out. You will be amazed how quickly a little bit of effort will help out. Things are already going much better for us.
Recently a friend commented that I needed to get a life due to my spouting useless knowledge during a party. I have since sent him a trivia fact daily to his email. I have decided to share some of these with everyone. Here are a few from this week:
Did you know?
The Pope has been known to wear red "Prada" shoes.
It brings a whole new meaning to "The Devil Wears Prada", don't you think!
Did you know?
The name Vanilla comes from the Spanish word "vainilla", diminutive form of "vaina" (meaning "sheath"), which is in turn derived from Latin "vagina".
Changes the way you look at the ol' plain ice cream, huh!
We have had a hole in our hall, from the vacated swamp cooler, for 4 years! My husband covered it with a white board upon removing the swamp cooler and it has been there ever since. So, I have decided to post the "Thought of the Week". I feel like Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. Here is this week's thought:
hubby suffers from due to very cold ski days. He then proceeded to explain that the tip of his nostril area is very chapped and he has to coat it with chapstick. The sudden realization as to why his chapstick is cone shaped hit me and I sprayed soup across the table. It wasn't that I hadn't seen him do this, I just wasn't thinking as I used it. We laughed about the event on and off for the rest of the night. In fact whenever he uses the stick we both burst into peals of laughter.
