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....in Jake. I thought this particular 'guy' thing was something that came with age and marriage. Boy was I wrong. No offense guys, but what is it about you folks that makes asking for help so hard? You know who you are. Asking for directions? Forget it. How about not admitting when you don't know what you're doing?
Yesterday Jake and I were trying to hook up the mower to the PTO on the tractor. We grunted and struggled and finally figured out that the 'thingie' on the mower slides to meet the PTO on the tractor. Okay we're halfway there. We slid the thingie on there and Jake proceeded to mow. Clunk. The thingie slid back off. This happened two or three times, before I said, I'm calling your dad.
"I know what I'm doing! You don't need to call!" Blah blah blah, on and on.
Next thing I know he's giving up, parking the tractor. I said you move one more inch, I beat you to death right here in front of God and everybody. (I have never beaten him to death, that's just my way of saying I have reached my limit, and you need to get still somewhere. My mom used to threaten to yank off one of our limbs and beat us to death with the bloody stump. She was a little more creative than I am). This yard is getting mowed if you have to do it with a pair of pinking shears. I called Fred.
"How do you get this dang thing to stop falling off the tractor? It's done fell off twice, and I'm about to lose my patience."
"Are you out of your mind??!!" This is Jake hissing between his teeth. "Are you trying to get me killed??!! Don't tell him THAT!"
"There's a little button" says Fred quite calmly "on the (he didn't say thingie) that you push in so that the bush hog will lock onto the PTO."
"Thank you dear."
"No problem, be careful with that thing."
"Now he's going to kill me!" Jake says.
"No he's not going to kill you. Your dad and I have an unspoken agreement, if he farts around and leaves this to me to do, then he takes what he gets. But he doesn't worry, ya' know why? Because he knows if I don't undrstand something I will call him and ask. UNLIKE some people in this house who would rather give up."
We had a little staring contest. I won.
"Find the dang button on the the thingie and I could kick your behind all over this yard for not letting me call earlier, and furthermore you did NOT know what you were doing and besides that if you don't learn to accept the fact that you don't know everything, you never will know ANYTHING."
I see this time and time again. I should have expected this when he told me in the third grade that he just 'knew' math. It was 'in his head' when he was born. Grrr.
Yesterday Jake and I were trying to hook up the mower to the PTO on the tractor. We grunted and struggled and finally figured out that the 'thingie' on the mower slides to meet the PTO on the tractor. Okay we're halfway there. We slid the thingie on there and Jake proceeded to mow. Clunk. The thingie slid back off. This happened two or three times, before I said, I'm calling your dad.
"I know what I'm doing! You don't need to call!" Blah blah blah, on and on.
Next thing I know he's giving up, parking the tractor. I said you move one more inch, I beat you to death right here in front of God and everybody. (I have never beaten him to death, that's just my way of saying I have reached my limit, and you need to get still somewhere. My mom used to threaten to yank off one of our limbs and beat us to death with the bloody stump. She was a little more creative than I am). This yard is getting mowed if you have to do it with a pair of pinking shears. I called Fred.
"How do you get this dang thing to stop falling off the tractor? It's done fell off twice, and I'm about to lose my patience."
"Are you out of your mind??!!" This is Jake hissing between his teeth. "Are you trying to get me killed??!! Don't tell him THAT!"
"There's a little button" says Fred quite calmly "on the (he didn't say thingie) that you push in so that the bush hog will lock onto the PTO."
"Thank you dear."
"No problem, be careful with that thing."
"Now he's going to kill me!" Jake says.
"No he's not going to kill you. Your dad and I have an unspoken agreement, if he farts around and leaves this to me to do, then he takes what he gets. But he doesn't worry, ya' know why? Because he knows if I don't undrstand something I will call him and ask. UNLIKE some people in this house who would rather give up."
We had a little staring contest. I won.
"Find the dang button on the the thingie and I could kick your behind all over this yard for not letting me call earlier, and furthermore you did NOT know what you were doing and besides that if you don't learn to accept the fact that you don't know everything, you never will know ANYTHING."
I see this time and time again. I should have expected this when he told me in the third grade that he just 'knew' math. It was 'in his head' when he was born. Grrr.