tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post8419892951544402602..comments2023-10-01T05:53:43.041-04:00Comments on Gifts from a Broad: Bringing Home the Bacon, Smacking You With the PanThe Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-64734427023156044992008-03-03T14:40:00.000-05:002008-03-03T14:40:00.000-05:00I think that next to separate TVs, the single grea...I think that next to separate TVs, the single greatest problem in relationships is the division of labor. And like every man, I am completely guilty of this. To be fair, picking up my trash is better than having to listen to me talk.paperback readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05200353078639769169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-84892053240404531902008-03-03T13:33:00.000-05:002008-03-03T13:33:00.000-05:00Sometimes you have to break a bone to have it set ...Sometimes you have to break a bone to have it set properly. Good luck.Gifted Typisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847472209048585938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-21952671851646470472008-02-29T20:01:00.000-05:002008-02-29T20:01:00.000-05:00WendyB - I don't mind some degree of filth, but we...WendyB - I don't mind some degree of filth, but we vowed equal partnership so he should put his cans in the recycle bin like I do.<BR/><BR/>Rcubed - my husband mows the grass in our back yard and takes the trash to the street. I wouldn't like to do either of those things, but I'd be willing to trade once in awhile if he'd clean a toilet or two.<BR/><BR/>RWoman - I lived alone for a very long time which is probably why I get a little crazy about the no-brainer cleaning skills like flicking the can into the recycling bin literally inches away.<BR/><BR/>Sauntering Soul - hey! Welcome to my blog! That is hilarious about your neighbor and your ex. I've never seen my husband in a sweater vest, but I thought he was gay the first time I met him (he has a quality).<BR/><BR/>Gwen - thanks! You know things are going so good I don't have much to blog about workwise.<BR/><BR/>Heidi - I haven't been this peevish about his lack of housework skill since the week we first moved in together.<BR/><BR/>Del-V - fluids are very important and you need to stay well hydrated since you are working so hard ;)<BR/><BR/>Rak - I LOVE to blame my mother for everything and why shouldn't I? It's all her fault.<BR/><BR/>SRU - I didn't realize that "sweeper" was a regional thing. Or maybe it's another hillbilly thing like saying "supper" instead of lunch.<BR/><BR/>CDP - Good one!! My darling is the primary mouse carcass remover around here, but the last time we had a mouse carcass he wasn't home so I had to dispose of it myself. I still haven't recovered.<BR/><BR/>Skydad - Mollycoddling definitely involves boob hugging.<BR/><BR/>Linka - I HEAR that totally. And then I go to throw something in the trash, ususally something WET like coffee grounds and realize there is no liner and I want to run out and buy a hand gun, throw the can through the wall, or use his pillow case for the liner.<BR/><BR/>Guv - I hate getting angry about little things like soda cans, but they add up over time and I think my head might explode.<BR/><BR/>Player - your room mate is a tool and you are a darling. <BR/><BR/>You and I could be all house wifey together. You wash and I'll dry and put away.<BR/><BR/>Chris - when we first moved in together things were pretty fair, but over time the see saw has dropped me on my ass and I pretty much do it all. He used to do things when I asked him, but now he doesn't even do that.<BR/><BR/>Tara - I had so much toy housekeeping crap I could probably have moved out and lived on my own in a little tiny house.<BR/><BR/>Beckeye - it may actually be worse to have to clean up after people you aren't even related to.The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:https://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-8721882698058643432008-02-29T17:03:00.000-05:002008-02-29T17:03:00.000-05:00Ha ha...I'm an office manager and there are plenty...Ha ha...I'm an office manager and there are plenty of people here who can't seem to find the garbage cans, recycle bins or dishwasher either. I've seen many an empty pop can sitting right above the recycle bin as well.BeckEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119780316809151433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-70136666556483416512008-02-29T16:56:00.000-05:002008-02-29T16:56:00.000-05:00Maybe that's why I don't like to vacuum to this da...Maybe that's why I don't like to vacuum to this day, because I never had a toy vacuum cleaner when I was a kid! It's just a theory. ;)Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16103812856035857566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-91700659882747785972008-02-29T16:49:00.000-05:002008-02-29T16:49:00.000-05:00I mow the yard and shovel the snow, my wife does t...I mow the yard and shovel the snow, my wife does the dishes. I do the laundry and clean the bathtub, my wife vacuums. The rest of the stuff we trade off on. <BR/><BR/>It works. Kind of. <BR/><BR/>There's always someone what thinks they got the wrong end of the stick.Chris the Hippiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18434819898396611160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-46360762771948960592008-02-29T13:48:00.000-05:002008-02-29T13:48:00.000-05:00im the housewife of my apartment, so i know where ...im the housewife of my apartment, so i know where you're coming from. i could probably dump alternating buckets of spaghetti sauce and dog shit right on my roommate and he'd probably go to class like that. stupid jerk. and THEN he'd find a way to get that mess on me, cuz that's just how he is. and then i'd clean it up.-https://www.blogger.com/profile/05215282549913888007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-55837827107438347422008-02-29T13:05:00.000-05:002008-02-29T13:05:00.000-05:00OMG. This is like deja vu, Lady, deja vu! I am c...OMG. This is like deja vu, Lady, deja vu! I am constantly speechless at the things men leave lying around when they could just as easily dispose of them. Then I feel like I've turned into my mum. <BR/><BR/>:)The Guv'nerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17644868081292848220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-50501126991236501702008-02-29T12:22:00.000-05:002008-02-29T12:22:00.000-05:00My husband will take out the trash but he REFUSES ...My husband will take out the trash but he REFUSES to put a new bag in there, he claims it's "my job"...<BR/>Sadly, it also seems to be my job to both clean AND fix shit in my house..he didn't start out that way..like she said, it's MY fault.Linka72https://www.blogger.com/profile/12318724136535263434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-14682374652117408402008-02-29T12:11:00.000-05:002008-02-29T12:11:00.000-05:00I don't know what mollycoddle is, but it sounds ho...I don't know what mollycoddle is, but it sounds hot and I want some!<BR/><BR/>By the way, my grandma would always say Hover the rug instead of vacuum or sweep.SkylersDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264164502733912326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-72637272097510865112008-02-29T10:31:00.000-05:002008-02-29T10:31:00.000-05:00My otherwise lovely husband has a habit of droppin...My otherwise lovely husband has a habit of dropping his dirty dishes into the sink, 3 inches from the dishwasher, and just walking away. On the other hand, when we had our townhouse, we thought that we had mice in the basement, and a coworker asked me what I did about it...I told her "I got married...that's what I did about it". Generally, housework is my job, and rodents and fixing stuff is his job...but again, the dishwasher is 3 frickin' inches away from the frickin' sink.Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14956997477396182396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-53195552330426249872008-02-29T10:19:00.000-05:002008-02-29T10:19:00.000-05:00I love how you use the term sweeper. My Grandma a...I love how you use the term sweeper. My Grandma always said that. Do you also say pocketbook and ice box like she did?<BR/><BR/>I always wind up doing things myself because P never seems to get to it. I'm sure it's all in his master plan. He knows if he stalls long enough I'm going to do it. But he is very good at doing housework so that statement applies to anything I ask him to do besides housework.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-66666181477111749012008-02-29T09:37:00.000-05:002008-02-29T09:37:00.000-05:00yes, let's blame our mothers!! I too fall into th...yes, let's blame our mothers!! I too fall into that category of actually enjoying it, but not wanting to do it ALL the time. No, wait... let's blame our husbands' mothers!!rakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05341589380773394236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-56712327431773045322008-02-29T07:37:00.000-05:002008-02-29T07:37:00.000-05:00My job has also kept me from blogging, which is ba...My job has also kept me from blogging, which is bad. But it doesn't keep me drinking, which is good.Del-Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10177208284239709601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-40032437302601145732008-02-29T06:24:00.000-05:002008-02-29T06:24:00.000-05:00Retraining sucks...HeidiRetraining sucks...<BR/><BR/>HeidiFamily Adventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093360285075029799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-22600921485045782782008-02-28T23:16:00.000-05:002008-02-28T23:16:00.000-05:00Welcome back! Missed you. Can't wait to hear mor...Welcome back! Missed you. Can't wait to hear more about the job.Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100388190136741782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-87138674442166910222008-02-28T23:01:00.000-05:002008-02-28T23:01:00.000-05:00I used to love watching Hazel. I realize that's n...I used to love watching Hazel. I realize that's not the point of your post at all, but thanks for the memories.<BR/><BR/>The first time my ex husband met one of our neighbors, she thought he was gay. He was dressed to go play golf but decided to vacuum (which was a first) before he left so when she knocked on our door, there he was vacuuming in a sweater vest. This also is not the point of your post.<BR/><BR/>I'm with rcubed....I'm not crawling under my house for any reason either. But I live alone and rent so that's what the landlord is for.Sauntering Soulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14828034063817184110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-55464692362843062562008-02-28T21:41:00.000-05:002008-02-28T21:41:00.000-05:00Well said Hazel...love that part! I admire your a...Well said Hazel...love that part! I admire your ability to not shove the pizza box and pop can up his ass, because that would have been exactly what I would have done. Have I mentioned that I live alone.Renaissance Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16958178544581250567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-73223689989902465522008-02-28T21:40:00.000-05:002008-02-28T21:40:00.000-05:00I was laughing my ass off through that entire post...I was laughing my ass off through that entire post, reading parts of it aloud to my husband who, surprisingly, was not laughing as hard as I was. Although, to be fair, I don't know where the main water turnoff is...ok, I do, but I am sooo not going under the house. I will drown before I crawl into that spidery hell.rcubedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00453823338305164262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-32117711810302749112008-02-28T20:34:00.000-05:002008-02-28T20:34:00.000-05:00I'm famously a lazy bitch who won't stop to pick u...I'm famously a lazy bitch who won't stop to pick up something I drop on the floor (if it's food --well, duh, that's why I have dogs), forget vacuum. This forces the other people in my life to compensate or live in filth. And I don't mind living in filth, so whatevs!WendyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00985099019783464580noreply@blogger.com