August 27, 2008
Here's a fun one for the ladies: what does your lipstick say about you?
What a hoot! The shower quiz.
Posted by Cassandra at August 27, 2008 10:16 PM
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If I showed the results to my honey she'd probably wonder what the aliens did with "me" and when were they bringing me back. Washing my hair first makes me artistic ? I always thought that it just made sense to start at the top and work down, kind of like washing the car. Why run dirty rinse water over the stuff that's been cleaned already ?
Posted by: Edward Lunny at August 28, 2008 03:06 PM
I wash my hair first too, but because that way, I can leave the conditioner in my hair while I soap up the rest of me!
Not sure how that's 'artistic', but whatever :p
Posted by: Cassandra at August 28, 2008 03:10 PM
Well, at least you're not an armpit or shoulder washer! Egads womyn, be glad that with that sort of tendency you've found a companion at all. :)
I wash my hands first, then work up my arms to my shoulders, the torso, then legs and feet. I wash my face, then hair last of all. More information than you could possibly want about me, and look how meaningless it is. Look at what an average person, what a mediocrity I am. I am so ashamed. I'm fortunate to have a wife, let alone children. I need a shower to wash away the shame. Wait....that's how this insanity got started!
But the quiz was a hoot, no doubt about it. I'll bet all those people that read the Huffington Post and Firedoglake are all armpit washers,and they probably masticate in public too.
Posted by: Don Brouhaha at August 28, 2008 04:08 PM
Like I said, I found it amusing. Nothing I'd take seriously. :p
The color one was funny too - God forbid you should pick the wrong color on that one! And as for the accuracy, all I can say is....
Posted by: Cassandra at August 28, 2008 04:17 PM
Colors...a marketing/graphic-arts woman I once knew claimed there were actual studies showing color preference correlated with "how in-tune with their emotions" a person was. She said the most out-of-tune professions were lawyers and pathologists.
IIRC, the favorite color for these professions was purple.
Posted by: david foster at August 28, 2008 04:49 PM
I always find this stuff interesting, but I also take it with a grain of salt. For instance, my two favorite colors are almost diametrically opposed.
Does that make me schizophrenic? Or balanced? Inquiring minds want to know!
Posted by: Cassandra at August 28, 2008 05:05 PM
Heh. The site didn't give me a readout on the masculine/feminine bit, but it *did* bring me a beer and sit down on my lap...
Posted by: BillT at August 28, 2008 05:26 PM
And as for the accuracy, all I can say is....
You picked blue, too, eh?
Posted by: BillT at August 28, 2008 05:30 PM
" but it *did* bring me a beer and sit down on my lap..." ....um, actually, the wife wants to talk to you about new furniture for the dining room, oh and about that new carpet for the front hall. The beer is the bait, after a few you'll be much more pliable.
Posted by: Edward Lunny at August 28, 2008 05:35 PM
Red, Bill :p
On the otter heiny, next to red, I like green best. Apparently I'm one of them passionate, passionless lovers...
FWIW, I came out "nicely balanced" on the male/female thing, which is consistent with just about every other test like that I've ever taken.
Posted by: Cassandra at August 28, 2008 06:13 PM
Heh. Dining room furniture is her "showoff" stuff and before I came over here, I stripped the oak floor in the front hall down to bare wood, then mixed a stain to *her* specs, applied two coats (always go light on the first coat of stain) and finished with three coats of polyurethane semigloss.
The stain had to complement the new wallpaper, which went up because the freshly-painted ceilings and baseboards made the old wallpaper look "ehhhhh."
The ceilings needed a coat of flat eggshell white because the new chandelier in the entranceway cast odd reflections on the old (one-year old) *semigloss* eggshell white.
Iraq is the first chance to relax I've had in years...
Posted by: BillT at August 28, 2008 06:19 PM
You know, when I read stuff like that, I have to wonder WTF I am doing wrong?
I love my husband, but in 28 years of marriage I have never given him a "Honeydo" list. If I did, I don't think the results would be very good. But it's kind of a moot point b/c I don't believe in honey-do lists.
If something breaks around Villa Cassandranita, I'm usually the one who has to fix it or get it fixed. He brings home the lion's share of the bacon. I take care of the home front. I kind of figure that after working all day in a high stress job, he really doesn't need to deal with crap that breaks around the house or with routine maintenance I'm perfectly capable of dealing with myself. He makes enough for me to call a repairman if I can't fix it myself...
...which I did earlier this week. Our dishwasher started leaking and I spent way too many hours on the Internet trying to figure out what was wrong. I took the whole front apart, pulled out the door gasket, cleaned and reinstalled it (it didn't look worn). I looked at the spray arm for cracks and the soap door latch.
I was just on the point of ordering a new gasket - which seemed like the most likely cause of the leak - when I got the strong feeling it wasn't the gasket. After all, if it was the gasket, it should have leaked *differently* after I pulled it out and cleaned it, b/c it's impossible to put it in exactly the same way after taking it out.
So I decided that it was probably the spray arm even though I couldn't see any obvious cracks. I didn't feel I could replace that on my own (plus when I started to figure the value of my time, it didn't make sense). So I called a repairman.
Long story short: it was the spray arm. Thank God - now I don't feel too bad about not fixing it myself. But never once did it occur to me that my husband needed to be involved in this.
On the very positive side, I will say that the Unit treats me like a princess. He is considerate and kind and a good friend and even more wonderful lover. But when it comes to doing things around the house....
*crickets chirping* :)
In my more sanguine moments I tell myself he has figured out what is important to me and he does what he can to make me happy (which is exactly what I have tried, though I couldn't guarantee I have been successful, to do with him).
IOW, Bill, your wife is very lucky. I hope she appreciates you. And I want to know her secret, because whatever it is I sure as hell don't have "it". :p
Posted by: Yep. I'm A Pushover. at August 28, 2008 09:04 PM
And I want to know her secret
No secret. She's married to *me*.
Give me three cases of Belgian ale and some new hand-tools for my birthday and stand back...
Posted by: BillT at August 29, 2008 07:33 AM
Well that nails it. Nuk, nuk, nuk, nuk... I'd do it for beer and new tools.
At least that's been the scale so far. I may need to propose a labor rate renegotiation to Walkin' Boss. =8^\
Posted by: bt_hovel-improvements_hun at August 29, 2008 08:12 AM
Hold out for River Horse Winter Ale...
Posted by: BillT at August 29, 2008 08:21 AM
I do the repairs because if I let MH do it, I have more to repair. I love the man to death, but I'm glad he's a Marine and not a mechanic.
Posted by: DL Sly at August 29, 2008 11:37 AM
Marines seek and destroy security points... if you wanted a mechanic, I believe the Sumerians and Egyptians had some ; )
Posted by: Ymarsakar at August 29, 2008 03:13 PM