Hi! My name is Buffy, and I’m addicted to my blog and the world of blogs.
This morning I was doing the mundane chores that most women have to deal with…..emptying out the dishwasher, refilling it, making breakfast, organizing mail and library books and shopping lists for the morning’s trip. As I worked, several ideas for my blog popped into my head, complete with the opening lines.
I don’t know about you, but these ideas always come to me when I can’t write them down. They come when I’m washing my hands, stepping into the shower, making a left turn, weeding, shaping hamburgers, or when I’m simply where there is no paper. I detest the fact that I have a superb line to use and it’s gone before I can get it on paper. You can feel it evaporate away, and know that it’s floating around out in the ether….perhaps to be snagged by another blogger.
I have a hand held tape recorder that is voice activated. I’m going to have to carry that sucker around with me from now on.
I can see it now……Fred will turn over and say “Whaaaaaa???” as I enter my thoughts, just before falling off to sleep.
I’m addicted. What else can I say??
Daily Archives: July 28, 2003
Totally Lost
What is it with men and directions? I just don’t understand this issue. My husband, who is exceptional in so many ways, simply does not get the idea of asking for directions when he is lost.
The closest he has ever come to admitting he was lost was the day he called me from his truck, and said that he wanted me to get out the six county map (Chicago and suburbs), and see if I could advise him how to get where he was going. Unfortunately, rather than pull over and give me some time to flip through the pages to find his starting point, he kept driving! ARRRGH!!!
He finally hit a road he recognized, and back-tracked as I frantically searched through the pages, trying to figure out how to get him where he needed to go.
When we travel, he drives, for the most part, and I sit with a Rand McNally map of the US on my lap. On long trips he never argues with me about what direction to go. Even in Chicago he turns when I tell him to. Unfortunately, one day I said “Turn Left HERE!” and we ended up going the wrong way on a one way street. Luckily, it was at a time of the evening when there was little traffic and we made it to the next block safely. I told you he was exceptional.
Still, when we are in the ‘burbs, he and I would NEVER choose the same path to get where we are going. For a while it became a bone of contention between us, and now it’s graduated to the family joke. My mother used to dread riding with us because we were likely to bicker about how to get where we were going.
I believe in taking the less traveled route, even if it means I have to make a few more turns. I travel at off peak times (IF there is such a thing out here, any longer). DH, on the other hand, is used to driving a 14 foot stake bed truck that is restricted to certain roads. He ALWAYS chooses the route with the fewest turns, and this habit leaches over to his private driving as well.
Being a boat owner, DH is the proud owner of three, or maybe it’s four, hand held GPS devices. I’m tempted to buy him one of the watch styled ones for our anniversary. Then he’ll always be able to tell me where he WAS!
ARRGH!!!