posted on December 6, 2000 07:59:25 AM
The thing that drives me the most crazy that my husband does is this: he is incapable of shutting the kitchen cabinet doors or drawers. He will have every single one hanging open if he is fixing something to eat in the kitchen. It drives me batty. What does you spouse do?
posted on December 6, 2000 08:18:04 AM
Well my Mom does that also and it drives me batty BUT WORSE is that she is really short and I am pretty tall. I can't tell you the number of times I've gotten conked in the head by an open cabinet door by not double checking, especially when we are cooking together.
posted on December 6, 2000 08:33:27 AM
Well, it's almost a toss up. The selected "hearing impairment" thing really bugs me. But the thing that really drives me nuts is the channel flipping. I wish he'd just pick a show and watch the damn thing. Everynight he falls asleep with the remote grasped tightly in his hand like he thinks someone is going to steal it or something. I have to literally pry it out of his clutches when I'm sure he's asleep so I can watch a show all the way through to completion. It drives me bonkers.
posted on December 6, 2000 08:53:21 AM
KatyD, I just read an article on the so called selective hearing thingy...........turns out that men only listen with one half of their brain activated which is why we think they are selectively editing what they hear. The fact is that only a small portion of their brain is operating at that time as opposed to women who use both sides of the brain when listening. I swear I just read that Sunday.
posted on December 6, 2000 10:52:24 AM
Dejavu, that explains it then! I wonder why it is only the "small portion" of his brain that engages when it is me that is talking. When it's his mother, he must fire up the rest of it.
posted on December 6, 2000 10:53:24 AM
Oh, the TV thing. We're both surfers...but she seems to get transfixed by bad TV shows she OPENLY ADMITS to having no interest in at all. All of a sudden the click-click-click will just STOP, and we're staring at the scrolling credits for T.J. Hooker or the like. She says she doesn't know why she does it and is genuinely embarrassed when I give her a nudge and yes, we've ruled out petit mal seizures
posted on December 6, 2000 11:02:01 AM
What drives me crazy is when she takes me shopping. If I need something, I just go to the item and I am finished, but she ends up taking hours looking at everything in the store. What's worse, most of what she buys, we don't need and have no room in our apartment to store. In second place is when she uses my razor to shave her legs and then when I use it I cut my face to ribbons.
Humanity I love; it's people I can't stand
posted on December 6, 2000 11:05:33 AM
Truesmom, My husband must be related to yours. He is incapable of closing anything. Kitchen cabinets, drawers, doors. Add to that the fact he doesn't turn off what he turns on, lights, the TV ect. Guess it's a good thing I love him. We've been together a long time and he still melts my tennis shoes.
posted on December 6, 2000 11:15:57 AM
Wow, this thread made me realize that there's nothing my husband does which truly annoys me, at least nothing I can think of right now. Frustration with his grumpy moods doesn't really count as an annoyance.
He does rub his eyes sometimes and they make this weird squishy sound, but that's more unsettling than annoying.
posted on December 6, 2000 11:37:44 AM
My wife claims to remember everything I've ever said. I'm frequently reminded of preferences or committments that I just don't recall. Such memory lapses do not plague me in other aspects of my life.
I suspect this is some kind of manipulative ploy taught to women at secret meetings, or perhaps it's some atavistic, instinctive sort of thing.
posted on December 6, 2000 11:41:34 AM
Ooooohhhhh, my darling hubby does the cabinet and drawer thing. I read someplace that, with men, the goal is to get the item out of said drawer or cabinet. Once they've got what they want their action is over. The closing of the cabinet or drawer isn't part of the completed act. I can't tell you how many times I've walked into the kitchen or the bedroom and thought a poltergeist attacked!!!
He also does the toilet paper thing. You know, where he finishes a roll and leaves the new one on the counter. Or worse, he finished the roll and doesn't bother to replace I don't notice until well, it's too late. I removed the TP from the bathroom once just to get his attention. It worked. He still can't manage to get the TP on the roll but at least I can reach it from the potty!!!
He also neglects to rinse all the little hairs from shaving out of the sink when he's done and forgets to flush the toilet. Makes me nuts!!!!
Okay, end of rant. He also does lots of things that I love and I do lots of stuff that make him insane so I try to ignore the petty stuff.
posted on December 6, 2000 12:04:39 PM
Hi Shani! and everyone else
Mr.Julesy is another one the cabinet-never-closer's. I am convinced that there will be a night, when I venture into the kitchen half-asleep, and lose an eyeball when I walk into one of his unclosed cabinets. Of course it does no good to remind him to close them...in fact, I think it get's worse when I bring it up.
posted on December 6, 2000 12:08:30 PM
The tom is a packrat. I am not.
You all can see the problem here, can't you?
But the one thing he does that is guar-an-teed to drive me over the edge is when he will remove all the screws, nuts, bolts, broken lamp parts from broken lamps, hinges, and so on ad nauseum, because "You never know when you might need _____(fill in the blank with the appropriate whatever)."
He will then toss everything into his "fastener" container so all the stuff is a jumbled mess and it is virtually impossible to find anything on those rare occasions when we need to actually use something he's salvaged.
And God help me if I throw any of it away. I point out the likelihood of us ever using those baby latches-which we used briefly when the kittens were babies because the little rotters could get the stuff open anyway-is about the same as me winning the next Powerball lottery. Yet to hear him carry on, you'd think I tossed his mother into the trash. Sheesh.
posted on December 6, 2000 12:46:33 PM
My parents were the packrat male/throw-it-all-out female pair, except that just like Grandma, Dad was an ORGANIZED packrat. Everything was sorted and labeled. Boxes and crates and storerooms of it - three lifetimes' worth at least. So it was harder for my mother to object on the grounds of "you'll never find it anyway".
A few months before he died, and while dismantling my grandmother's household, my father had a complete change of heart.
This time, he threw out EVERYthing - not only "junk" (a/k/a mementoes and genealogical data), but valuable antiques and pieces that'd been in the family for generations. He reduced his personal possessions down to a week's change of clothes, his watch and his wedding ring.
posted on December 6, 2000 01:33:50 PM
Well, it's love hate...
My husband saved the IV works right out of my arm when I had my last baby. Looked like tasty Sci Fi model kit-bashing supplies to him. He plans to fashion it into the Enterprise or something someday, I don't know.
He also keeps things way past prime. The upside is that this will include me, but I refer to an 18 yr old pair of slippers I tossed when I met him. He is holding on to his TV made back before there was such a thing as remote control. He would sit in his chair and poke it with a stick back in his bachelor digs. This, right along side a top of the line Mac with a STILL huge monitor.
Love at first site.
posted on December 6, 2000 02:20:50 PM
Hey Jules!!! Just remember...it's all fun and games until someone loses an I and then it's just plain, ole fun!!!
posted on December 6, 2000 02:33:08 PM
My husband is smart, charistmatic, romantic, attentive, doesn't make me keep to a budget, good looking, doesn't mind that I'm manic/depressive, and he's a Jack-of-all-trades. He really can fix or build almost anything when he wants to. That's why I'll smack any woman for getting too close to him.
But he half fixes almost everything. I have a huge hole in the second floor ceiling, with debris all over, where he started to install a whole house fan and quit. We can't touch the banisters going up because they're broken. We had to rewire the house before we could move in, but only the 1st floor is done. He found termite damage on one wall, ripped the facing off, and left it. Half the insulation is installed, the other bales are left sitting at the ready. I have 1/2 of a pantry. I once went two years without any kitchen cabinet doors because he was going to refinish them. He ended up screwing them back on when we got ready to sell the house and move again. I went a year without my own closet because he didn't put it back together because he didn't finish hooking the breaker panel up (it's in my closet). I had to use a stick to hold the clothes dryer door closed so that I could do laundry. He's always "getting ready" his tools are scattered throughout the house and garages, but stuff stays broken for a loooong time unless it's actually gushing water, or can't be turned on at all, like the heat, which has happened as we always buy older houses.
posted on December 6, 2000 03:53:25 PM
Well, thank God that legally, he ain't 'mine' anymore...but he still knows how to push my buttons...
#1 has got to be that every danged thing he sends me has some bible reference in it (the ex has been born again), usually to some passage about a fallen woman, or a woman's proper place (6 paces behind and toting the load, I believe).
Running a really close #2 is that when he travels to TN (where I live), he shows up on the doorstep and thinks I should be glad to see him, feed him a home-cooked meal, and put him up for the night. He is always disappointed in this expectation (when hell freezes ), and you'd think he'd learn, but no...hope springs eternal (so he says) that I have developed a "Christian attitude." Heh.
posted on December 6, 2000 04:02:01 PM
My husband chews Jello. He has this thing where he apparently has to literally liquefy his food before he swallows so it takes him longer than anyone to finish a meal because he's chew, chew, chewing. He even chews pudding! He gets razzed at work all the time because you can't help but notice it and he sits there longer than anyone.
And to those women with pack-rat husbands (mine is, too), I wait until I know he will be out of the house for several hours and I THROW IT ALL AWAY. He never misses it, now what does that tell you?
He did get mad one time when I threw a bunch of stuff out on garbage day and the men came late to pick-up the trash. He came home early that day and saw the pile. He frantically tried to save his "treasures" but I told him don't even think of bringnig one thing back in the house. He didn't talk to me for two days.
posted on December 6, 2000 04:02:45 PMVictoria: If the tom was like that, I'd either be divorced or a widow up on charges.
H-kitty: Perhaps you need to remind him that Jesus drove the money changers from the temple and you're just imitating His example by driving him(the ex) from your hallowed doorstep.
Er-that's not going to start a holy war, is it?
The tom doesn't care about the remote. Then again, we have four channels and usually nothing's on, so it really is a moot point.
[ edited by Shadowcat on Dec 6, 2000 04:04 PM ]
posted on December 6, 2000 05:32:06 PMS-Kitty...actually, the fine Christian is cracking me up lately with the child support...he's always timely, and I have to give credit for that (since it's not typical in the experience of other divorced mothers I know), but since the boy started going to college, he writes "tuition" in the "for" line on the child support check, and then deducts it on his taxes (under those recent tax changes allowing for the deduction of college tuition/support for a dependent). Of course, child support payments are not deductible. I don't personally care about it, but I do think it's funny for Mr. Christian to be bearing false witness to the IRS. I guess he's a 95% Christian...minus the days that he writes that lie on those checks and the day he files his taxes. Too funny!
Somehow I don't think that he'd take kindly to being compared to the moneychangers, eh?
posted on December 6, 2000 06:39:25 PM
My sweetie spoils me to death and is a great guy but he has a few little habits. He is a snorer for one thing. I always thought that snoring was just an I Love Lucy type of joke-habit, but when I met him I learned different---he saws logs and snorts intermittantly all night long! I have to poke him to get him to shift (which stops it for about 10 minutes.) He also has a thing where he won't wear short sleeves or shorts even if it's extremely hot outside. He is always bundled up in three layers of shirts and sweaters and jackets. Just looking at him in his multiple layers is enough to make me too warm. He also thinks I am crazy because I have 20 pairs of shoes and buy new glasses every six months or year. He has two pairs of shoes and has been wearing the same glasses for 10 years. Other than that he's a pretty good guy.
posted on December 6, 2000 06:42:53 PM
brighid868 - this is scary, but I can top you on the glasses thing.
My husband's glasses are 30 years old. He has had them since he was 13!
He adds that it is "just the frames" that are this old as if this makes it normal.
posted on December 6, 2000 06:46:24 PM
I can totally relate to the comment about the action being over when they get something out of the drawer and that's why it doesn't get closed. But then my husband never puts anything back where he got it either. It sits where he finished using it. Then the next time he needs it, he asks me where it is. EVERY TIME the first words out of my mouth are "Where did you use it last?" And that's where he always finds it! Why doesn't he just go there first? Does he want me to feel like the important "Locator of Items" queen? I have tried the "a place for everything and everything in its place" logic but then that listening with half the brain stuff kicks in! LOL.
posted on December 6, 2000 06:47:22 PM
whoops!
He adds that he has had the hard shell case he keeps his glasses in since "the 6th grade".
That's right. One case his entire life.
posted on December 6, 2000 06:52:04 PM
Mine gets up everyday and goes to work, the poop. He's been doing this for almost 24 years, just so I can stay home and keep the towels fluffy and the whites white. He also goes without stuff so the kids and myself can have what we need. This drives me right up the wall.
Seriously, the dirty clothes are one the floor, the phone book is on the hutch, his coat is on a chair, same old stuff.
posted on December 7, 2000 10:19:53 AM
I love my husband of 26 years to death however I wish he would stop asking me questions that I couldn't possibly know the answer to! How the heck am I suppose to know the nitty details of how an atom splitter (or some other stupid thing) works.
I am not a rocket scientist!
A little off topic - here is a test to run in your house. I noticed one day and then had all of my friends try it. The responses have been consistent and funny!
Try running your can opener during non meal times and see who comes wandering in. Now the rules are you 1). you can't tell anyone about the test and 2) you must be able to duplicate the result.
My sister never noticed it before I mentioned it, now when she wants her husband or one of the dogs she runs hers. Works like a charm.
posted on December 7, 2000 11:01:45 AM
My husband and I were involved in Marriage Encounter weekends. (A marriage enrichment weekend, time to focus on each other, without any interruptions.)
At the beginning of the weekend the couples were asked to make a note of what first attracted them to their spouses. Near the end of the weekend they were asked to make a note of what their spouse did that most annoys them now.
What we most enjoyed was that many times the two answers were the same.
For me, when I met my husband (1962) I loved his easy going ways. Things didn't seem to bother him, he was so very easy going, relaxed and patient. Twentysome years later what bothered me the most? That he was too easy going, too relaxed and too patient.
), and you'd think he'd learn, but no...hope springs eternal (so he says) that I have developed a "Christian attitude." Heh.
