itsmecindi
Gold Member
I guess for every couple there is the up person and the down person. Sometimes the up person is kind of forced into the position by the down person. I mean if both sides of a couple tend to see a situation from the negative point of view, well then neither one of them would get out of bed in the morning. It would be like...what's the point?
I am the 'glass is half full' side of the equation. If some of the feed goes bad, I see the part of it that didn't go bad as a bonus. He sees it as 'not enough to do any good'.
If one of the sows only has six babies and another has fourteen, he sees the one with only six as a 'waste of feed'. I see her as a wet nurse for some of the babies from the mother of fourteen that are struggling to find a nipple.
He sees the 'sudden thunderstorm' that forces us onto the porch when we should be doing fencing as an irritating hold up. I see it as a fortuitous opportunity to take a break, and stand under the metal roof and listen to the rain drops fall.
"That's the sound of the fence not getting done again this weekend." He says, face looking like a pug dog's.
"Nah....that's the sound of thunderous applause for what we DID get done. Can't you hear it?"
He cocks his head to the side and listens, then he pins me with that exasperated husband expression that I have come to be so familiar with.
"Yer a bonafide fruit loop, you know that?"
Yeah...but I'm a happy one. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
I am the 'glass is half full' side of the equation. If some of the feed goes bad, I see the part of it that didn't go bad as a bonus. He sees it as 'not enough to do any good'.
If one of the sows only has six babies and another has fourteen, he sees the one with only six as a 'waste of feed'. I see her as a wet nurse for some of the babies from the mother of fourteen that are struggling to find a nipple.
He sees the 'sudden thunderstorm' that forces us onto the porch when we should be doing fencing as an irritating hold up. I see it as a fortuitous opportunity to take a break, and stand under the metal roof and listen to the rain drops fall.
"That's the sound of the fence not getting done again this weekend." He says, face looking like a pug dog's.
"Nah....that's the sound of thunderous applause for what we DID get done. Can't you hear it?"
He cocks his head to the side and listens, then he pins me with that exasperated husband expression that I have come to be so familiar with.
"Yer a bonafide fruit loop, you know that?"
Yeah...but I'm a happy one. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif