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Sunday, January 10, 2010

Yada, Yada, Yada

We have four cars. First of all, maybe we are being punished for having four cars with four drivers. Doesn't anyone know how to share any longer?

The newest is an '02 Ford F150. They go downhill, or down-year, from there. I wasn't lying in my profile when I said we drive cars that run. They're not expensive or fancy and each one has its own - let's say - personality.

As you know, personalities can be quirky, fickle, or even down-right mean.

Oil leaks in one car, power steering fluid in the other, the heat does not work in two - okay, it sorta works - sometimes. One car has four doors but only two door handles, one car has a leak on the inside - going upwards - try explaining gravity to a car. One squeaks like an old wire mattress above a saloon on a cowboy's payday.

Are you appreciating your vehicles yet?

He's Too Good To Me keeps them running and tuned as best he can on a limited budget. Just one (I should have known better) question and one complaint too many about the heat in my 'ole faithful Durango led us to this conversation today.

He's Too Good To Me is in blue. I'm in red.


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4 comments:

Donna said...

Haha! Was he trying to explain how to fix something on a car? My eyes glaze over!

Penny S. said...

bless your heart! we call that "science talk" around our house. Daddy is always talking over our head in "science talk". It really is sad when we "marry" above our intelligence level, isn't it :)

Rie said...

Penny, my dear SISTER, I'm offended.

Nah, not really!

Love you!

Anonymous said...

Marie, I can hardly type, I am laughing so hard. Penny, this is not about intelligence. It is about being male. Don't you remember how quiet Daddy is until you get him to talking about certain subjects? Only one one innocent query about politics or Bible prophecy and you are still sitting there one hour later (two hours if you make the mistake of disagreeing with him on something)!
That is what Stephen looks like when he talks about certain things. Of course, one can never be sure what will be the catalyst. The closest we have ever come to having an argument was soon after we were married. We were traveling two hours from New Orleans to Mississippi when we disagreed about something. Stephen kept discussing it until finally I said (rather rudely, I admit) that we had already said everything that could be said about the subject and that he was now just repeating himself and that I did not want to discuss that same thing for two hours, especially since it was obvious that we weren't going to ever agree. He looked surprised and (gasp!) pleased at this turn of events. He then proceeded to discuss THIS latest development until I turned my head to the door window and refused to say anything else.
It's not that that what they are talking about is "over our heads" (okay, sometimes it is) but the real problem is that cars, heaters, fishing spots, airplanes, building codes, etc. are just not very interesting. If they would talk about interesting things--new recipes, clothing sales, the kids' shoe sizes, the length of the line at Wal-Mart, etc--we could listen without our eyes glazing over and our brains going to sleep!
P.S. As you can see from this "comment", men aren't the ones who can "Yada, Yada, Yada"!
Loving you and missing YOUR Yadas,
Janice

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


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