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  • Thanks dear ! now where is everything?

    I am afraid There i've said it ,now you all know.
    What is this thing which brings me fear I want to share it with you I feel so ashamed.
    It seems every time I go somewere for the day my darling wife (whom I adore) surprises me by tidying my shop.Whats wrong with that? you say, "nothing" that's why I'm ashamed.
    When I come back form a day out (an infrequent event these days) the shop is usually sparkling and as usual everytime I see it I feel overwhelmed at the effort the little lady has put into it to surprise me it gleams no dust no shavings all neat and tidy .I feel realy happy than about four or five days later it happens wheres my whotsit I could've sworn I left it right here two hours and a bucket of sweat later I still haven't found it then I think never mind she meant well I'll do this instead it will turn up now weres my xxxxxxx.
    So lads you see my dilema she's a lil beaut she is the very best believe me if only she would clean without organizing.
    Everything is newly organized to a method only she understands, it looks so much better don't get me wrong but I can't find were my things are .Am I an ungrateful
    s o b ? I don't mean to be, she means well and when I question it in my mind I feel terribly ungrateful not that I would say a word to upset my lil darling but I sometimes wish she would help me only when I'm there so as I could see her cunning little hiding places Alistair p s rebuke me if you feel inclined I probably deserve it oh well christmas soon what the heck
    Please excuse my typing as I have a form of parkinsons disease

  • #2
    So Alistair, all you must do is reorganize her sewing box once or twice and you will no longer have the problem.



    • #3
      Ahh...this is a gift that God has ordained to the female gender. It all started when our mothers cleaned up our room against our will (or is it against our laziness) re-arranging our clothes, books, and even the girly magazines that we thought we hid so well. Later, our wives take over this role, and it won't be long before my daughters will be doing the same. I remember, once my mother cleaned the garage and she decided to sort all the nuts and bolts by their colour! What can I say, I love them for all that they are. I wouldn't want them any other ways



      • #4
        That's why they say "..every silver lining has a cloud around it." or something like that.
        Lynn (Huntsville, AL)


        • #5
          Been There!
          In fact I'm still there!


          • #6
            I must be one of the lucky ones.Mine rarely messes around in my shop.The agreement was the house is hers and the shop is mine.But she does "tidy" up my office area(in the house) in the basement.It takes me a month to get everything back to where I can find stuff,but I love her anyway.Who else would put up with my eccentric behavior?????


            ...the order of bringing about change
            is the four boxes:


            • #7
              Hah, Mine has a habit of encouraging me to buy what I call "storage solutions", at estate sales etc. These are nice sets of metal drawers, etc, handy around the shop for sure....

              Well the issue is that these often come with a bunch of stuff in them. Typically fasteners, cap screws, nuts etc, of odd types that one can't just tip into the bin.

              SO, the deal we have arranged is that she will sort out these fasteners by size and thread. She turned wrenches with her father restoring cars, so she does know what's what with threads and types, tools etc.

              My only remaining problem is that she takes her time.......... Right now, the computer which is on a counter down in the electronics shop in the basement, has bolts all around it in a partially sorted wodge. I am currently typing while trying not to knock some 1" square-head bolts off the counter 2" from the keyboard.

              Ah, well there are worse problems. She finds me machinery in the paper also, I like it....

              [This message has been edited by Oso (edited 12-08-2002).]


              • #8

                I think you should be thankful that the good wife can put up with you at all from what she has told me. Perhaps some "chalk outlines" on the toolboard would be helpful. Or get her interested in making stuff - then you can give her all the jobs you don't like to do!

                I met what I thought was the perfect woman once. Owned her own garage and was a grease monkey - Mercedes, BMW, Rolls, Jags. The floor was gloss white in the shop and I knew I was in trouble when I was told to remove my "boots" because they were filthy (Dust all over 'em!). I always seem to find the psychos...

                I get pissed when a buddy borrows (with or without permission) a tool and does not return it exactly were it was before. I go looking for a tool and...WTF?? It is not there! I keep telling those big retards that brain damaged Neandertals like myself are unable to relearn where something "is now" when I have trouble concentrating on the existentialism of real chocolate milk in glass bottles all day long. The nerve!

                [This message has been edited by Thrud (edited 12-09-2002).]


                • #9
                  Actually Dave
                  my wife Bronwen writes and researches books historical novels has written two and had them published one of them into two languages.I am very proud of her the latest work she has been doing she has been researching over ten years she has a Masters degree of arts in Russian language and Celtic civilisation so she keeps herself very busy and I don't pretend to understand much of it as the research she is working on which is delving into a lot of different languages including Latin and Greek welsh and ancient Scottish gaelic so I never would touch a book in her office as I could well do a lot of damage. Mostly its nice and neat but there are lots and lots of books out at the one time.I am very proud of her and when I see her books with my name on them it makes me even more proud Alistair
                  Please excuse my typing as I have a form of parkinsons disease


                  • #10
                    Training and adaptation, Alistair, training for her and adaptation for you. Everything has a home but like in my shop not everything goes home when I am done. Make a home for the stuff she likes to move and put a coded label at the site and also on the item. Now she knows where to put it and you know where to look to find it. This does not say that you need to put it there, just do your usual thing and let nature run its course. Your lucky to have such a smart lady, most don't appreciate the smell of cutting oil and the gizmoes we make.

                    Neil Peters
                    Neil Peters

                    When on the hunt, a broken part is better than no part at all.


                    • #11
                      Thanks neil yes I am very lucky.just found out today ahe has to go for a cataract operation its in an awkward area so am a bit concerned. Alistair
                      Please excuse my typing as I have a form of parkinsons disease


                      • #12
                        Lock the shop. Tell her it's for safety reasons.


                        • #13
                          Uncle Dunc before I met my wife she was known as fingers Morrissey she did all the big london safe picking jobs so woudn't work.Alistair
                          good god she's coming up the stair better hur! ouch ooyah yaahh
                          Please excuse my typing as I have a form of parkinsons disease


                          • #14

                            Tell Bronwen not to worry about the operation, my mother was considered a lost cause two years ago (both eyes) and they have greatly enhanced her sight in both eyes. They even had to turn up new lenses with a CNC lathe. Pretty amazing what they have accomplished in the last few years.

                            The only part my mom had a hard time with was getting a needle in the eyeball - it was frozen, but she knew what was happening (old registered nurse) - never seen a thing.

                            Before the operations all she see was shadows, now she can watch Opra and movies again.

                            BTW - another load of meatloaf is on its way! I included carbide this time so you could make some teeth to chew it this time.


                            • #15
                              My wife offered to 'help' me clean the garage the other day. Wasn't long before she was in my workshop (attached to the garage). "I'll take care of in there," I said. "OK". Too easy, something must be wrong. Later, I found out that she had gone shoe she wants to redo her closet..."Imelda!"
                              The early worm gets eaten.