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dixie_belle

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You know, I love my husband, really I do. But sometimes he makes it so dang hard. When he suggested a storm shelter, I had no idea he meant a complete underground apartment that cost more than some houses. But, hey, it's something he has always wanted to do so, ok. Then he wants to built it completely by himself. Again, whatever. And, of course there is the truck accident where he didn't want to pay to have rebar delivered so we went to pick it up ourselves, flipped the truck, ruined the truck, the stock trailer and he broke his neck. But, whatever. So now he has decided two huge pine trees have just got to go. Ok, if you say so. Yesterday he spent the day with the chain saw cutting them down and making this huge burn pile. Now, we live on 17 acres, right? So where does he locate the burn pile??? Right next to the house, in our side yard, next to the window in the master bedroom. So when he lights that sucker up, I'm going to have this HUGE burned area in my side yard. You've got to be kidding me, right? Honestly, I don't ask for much. Really I don't. But I did mention that I did not want that thing burned there, under any circumstances. No reply. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. Dead silence. We have a burn barrel and yesterday I took my snippers out there and started cutting branches and burning them. I don't care if it takes me the rest of my life, I am going to burn those two trees in that barrel a little at a time. (How much do you want to bet he does his "flame on" routine one day when I'm not looking????) Sigh. Like I said, I love him but he sure does make it hard sometimes.
 
Hilarious post. I love my man to pieces. We have a very old house. Over the winter I mentioned to him that a window pane fell out on 3rd floor window. He says later that he took care of it. I look up when I get home and start laughing... There is a cat litter bag stapled over the window opening. You can even read the writing on the bag from the driveway. toooooo funny. Its still there. I laugh every day when I look up. Good men are hard to find, so I just chuckle. My guy on cutting trees.. they just fall and lay there. A friends husband asked for the wood and he left me a tractor trailer pile of sticks he cut off so he could take the usable wood and they are in the grass where I mow. I moved them the other day because the grass was growing through and made a big stick pile to cover up the huge hole in my fence where the tree fell on it. Natural fencing. Probably will be adding to that stick pile the rest of my life. He better not even dare to try to light it with a match. Now that I am clear to mow, I have two zero turn mowers not working, and 4 push mowers not working and the wheel is off my industrial mower. The push mowers are riding back and forth to the barn in the back of his pickup truck waiting to go out for repair....I took the goats out on lead ropes to "weed wack" my fenceline, worked pretty good. Laughed out loud at your posting, I can just picture your dilema. really I can. LOL
 
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It's times like these that I am happy my husband tells me "I am NOT a *!~*#* carpenter!"

He will help me with my projects, but I am the one that operates the saws, sanders, and wood working equipment, he helps.....sometimes......LOL.

But he is great with mechanical things.....cars, wiring, plumbing....

I think I would cry if he insisted on a storm shelter (esp. If i had to do the work) suddenly that Dodge Ram diesel PU for his first new vehicle, that he had to have, doesn't seem so bad.
 
Men think with the wrong side of their brains.

One time years ago Mr. Retirement bulldozed down the old barn right in Sonny's pasture where it was. He didn't even give me time to get the dang hardware off of the stalls when he began to burn it. Are you kidding me? Who burns in the middle of the pasture where there is no water hook up and hoses don't reach!!! I ended up raking daily for months having to haul out all the nails and hooks and stuff out of the ground. I had this huge burn spot there for years before it grew back.Two years ago he bulldozed down our old hay shed. I made it perfectly clear..."Haul it to the dump!" and by golly that's what he did. They just don't think like women.
 
thanks ladies got a great laugh.. and yep been there and know what you gals are talking about..
Too many to mention....

This sure shows the differents between men and woman

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I can sympathize, but mine is a hoarder! Seriously he works in constructions and brings home all thes things that he swears we will need/use someday. Then proceeds to pile them up around the fences so I can't keep the weeds down or the grass mowed. Now who in the world needs 10 cinderblocks, or 15 pvc pipes? Old fence boards there is a whole pile of them. I love him to death but sometimes he doesn't use the common sense that his mother gave him. Some of his priorities are off too, but that is another subject. Oh on house maintenence, while I was at work he decieded to cut the grass in the back yard, didn't pick up the dog toys first, one went crashing into the picture window and broke the outside paine, it is still broke and it has been years. I'm also tired of him gerry rigging stuff. like instead of replacing a fence, he thinks he can fix it with twine. Oh well, he does buy me diamonds in my dreams, and he is my knight in shining armour on a white horse, was anyway back in the day before we were too old to ride. If I shut my eyes I can still see him on his white horse. I do love him, otherwise, well I won't go there.
 
Our hubbies must be long lost brothers; we have the other 10 cinderblocks you'd need to make anything, a pile of short wood pieces (blocking), an assortment of PVC pipe, a slew of crap behind the shop (left-overs after he used the stuff that was any good), and an assortment of cords missing one end or the other cause you never know when you might need one.
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Instead of burning the pine trees as scrap, how about offering them as free firewood? I would suggest cutting it into manageable rounds so that you don't have some idjit killing themself with a chainsaw on your property, but those trees should be gone in no time. If you have a food bank nearby, you might even get them to come pick up the wood to distribute.

As for husband foibles, let's just say that I love my husband dearly AND I am truly a saint. (as is he!)
 
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I can sympathize, but mine is a hoarder! Seriously he works in constructions and brings home all thes things that he swears we will need/use someday. Then proceeds to pile them up around the fences so I can't keep the weeds down or the grass mowed. Now who in the world needs 10 cinderblocks, or 15 pvc pipes? Old fence boards there is a whole pile of them. I love him to death but sometimes he doesn't use the common sense that his mother gave him. Some of his priorities are off too, but that is another subject. Oh on house maintenence, while I was at work he decieded to cut the grass in the back yard, didn't pick up the dog toys first, one went crashing into the picture window and broke the outside paine, it is still broke and it has been years. I'm also tired of him gerry rigging stuff. like instead of replacing a fence, he thinks he can fix it with twine. Oh well, he does buy me diamonds in my dreams, and he is my knight in shining armour on a white horse, was anyway back in the day before we were too old to ride. If I shut my eyes I can still see him on his white horse. I do love him, otherwise, well I won't go there.

Our hubbies must be long lost brothers; we have the other 10 cinderblocks you'd need to make anything, a pile of short wood pieces (blocking), an assortment of PVC pipe, a slew of crap behind the shop (left-overs after he used the stuff that was any good), and an assortment of cords missing one end or the other cause you never know when you might need one.
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Mine must be related! Because Last week he came home with a pallet and a half of those cinder blocks!!!! LOL!! And set them right in the drive way! Before I made a fuss I decided to give him a week, and you know what they are gone and used for the purpose they were brought home for. Yea!!! Does not always happen that way or that fast but this time it did
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. Now if I could just get him to clean up the scrap that was saved out of the scrap pile that went to the yard!! LOL!!
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But you know what.... I'll keep him! I love him and I'm thankful for him!!!! I thank God for him everyday!!
 
Mines scrape truck parts and TIRES!!!. This place is a mini scrap /bone yard.

It started as a small area behind the shed where no one could see it, but now it leaking into the yard and now in front of the shed.

I always complain and tell him we are starting to look like white trash. He always replys... We are! And I say I know BUT I dont want everyone one else to know! LOL!
 
To my utter surprise and delight.....the pile of tree limbs/trunks/branches has moved!!! Yes, that's right folks. I do believe in miracles. Seems like, even though he thought it would be a fine idea to have this burn pile next to the house (and our vinyl fence), he yielded to my concern about having a char broiled yard. Yesterday he used the bucket on the tractor to move those two trees down away from the house. Who is this man and where is my husband?? He has never listened to me before, why is he starting now??? Maybe he knows something I don't???? Not that I'm complaining. I didn't complain when he ran into the back of the house, THREE TIMES, with the tractor bucket, punching holes in it each time. I didn't complain when he backed my car into something and scratched up the back fender......twice. I didn't complain when he wreckedthe truck and my stock trailer. Did I utter a word when he wrecked the RV....twice?????? Are you detecting a pattern here? I sure am. Sigh. The worst thing I've done is run over an extension cord in the yard - with the garden tractor (oops!). But, as I've said, I love him. He moved 800 miles so I could have more land for the horses. He drove 3 hours, in a snow storm, in Texas so I could rescue my little worthless doggie. He lets me buy candles, and fabric, and pretty much all the books I could possibly read. And he loves me (which isn't easy, believe me). We were made for each other (scary, huh?)
 
I think I have a litter mate to some of the husbands on here.Not my husband ,but we have been together since 1985.I just found out in the last couple years(I'm a slow learner-I just thought he collected things-DUH) that he is a hoarder-big time. 8 Beagles(never been hunted) and LOTS (8)of Coonhounds(they get to go hunting sometimes).They are well fed and cared for, just not to my way of thinking(too much time in pens or on chains)1 of the young hounds barks constantly and they are near the house.I love him to death and he takes good care of my horses and 3 dogs when I'm having surgery&recovering(which in the last few years has been lots.)another surgery coming in Sep.To be in a relationship you just have to be REAL TOLERANT and learn to compromise LOTS There are times I want to wring his neck, but life would be so boring without him-he makes me laugh a lot and brings me flowers often.His latest project is sheep and we have 12 spring lambs-hope his son wants most of them for the freezer.He kept the girls from last year as replacement breeders(5) Our numbers are growing-they are fun to watch and I don't get attached to them
 
dixie_belle: Sorry to dash your high hopes, but I think it’s a temporary relapse. Mine takes his burn pile, somewhat away from the house but then there’s these huge cedar trees that are a fire waiting to happen.

At least, you have a leg to stand on; the one time I drove his precious truck, I put a big old dent in the side of the truck on one of the very solid fence posts at my parents’ house. And then to make matters worse, I didn’t think the dent was all that bad (not enough to pay the insurance deductible) so it’s still there. I hear about it and hear about it and hear about that stupid little dent.

Sure do love him, though.
 
I think I make more blunders than my hubby by far LOL! I could probably find a number to tell; but instead I think I will pass on a neat couple of statements a wise woman (married to one and only til she passed) told me: (it's kind of a 'Venus/Mars' comparison) she said: 'women put all their notes (thoughts/to do lists) out on a clothes line. Men put all theirs in the little cubby holes in a roll top desk-then they SHUT THE LID!!!' I have never forgot this-that's why he only remembers what he wants to (when he can find his note LOL!!!).
 

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