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April 01, 2009

More Randy Musings... Heh

Interesting discussion over at Grim's on the "Money Speech" I posted the other day. He argues, if I understand what he is saying (and I may not) that men work for love, not money:

Rand is wrong precisely here:

"But money demands of you the highest virtues, if you wish to make it or to keep it. Men who have no courage, pride or self-esteem, men who have no moral sense of their right to their money and are not willing to defend it as they defend their life..."

Money does demand virtue, and perhaps even the highest virtues: but not these. What it demands are self-sacrifice, so that you are willing to work fifteen hours a day to support a family if you must; honor in keeping promises, so that no matter how hard the job, if you give your word men know will achieve it; and being willing to bear the weight of others, so that people come to be willing to trust their weight to you.

A man who does that consistently will never lack for money long. Courage is a virtue, certainly; pride is quite often a sin; and at this point in our society's history, 'self esteem' is absolutely a sin.

These higher virtues of self-sacrifice are the true root of wealth. Those are just what Rand warns against in her work, but they are the real thing. There is plenty of money in the world: those who have it are only too eager to find good stewards, trustworthy employees, and hard workers to help them with their enterprises. When you have enough of your own, you may be the one looking for good stewards and trustworthy men. Think what you would want in an employee, and you will know how to ensure that you have work.

What is more, with those same qualities a man can find love to go with his money. Pride and 'self-esteem' will not alone bring love to him. These things will.

Then you have a reason to want money. A man without love will throw it away as fast as his hands lay on it, seeking pleasure and having no care for it. A man without love might prefer the gun to the dollar, honestly. But the man with love will want stability and safety for the people he loves, and he will work to build it. In working faithfully, he will gain the name for honor and honesty that will ensure his success. He will leave an example to his children, and a place for them.

If he fights, he will fight for those reasons. It will not be because you come to take his money. It will be because you seek to undermine his ability to defend what he loves against the storms of the world. In that cause, you will find in him a terrible foe.

I agree with Grim's assertion that men (and women, for I know this to be so of my own experience) work harder when they have loved ones to protect. Indeed, for a woman with children, this is very much the case.

Children invade all facets of a mother's life; little if anything of her former self or individuality are left to her when she has a houseful of little ones constantly demanding care, attention, feeding. I can remember being utterly absorbed in caring for my two small sons. As many women do, I began to lose myself in caring for them. It was a battle I fought constantly.

At one point, I realized - shortly after my husband had completed his Masters' degree and I still had only a high school diploma - that my intellectual contribution to the marriage had been pretty much reduced to telling him what Oscar the Grouch said on Sesame Street that morning; or to compelling vigniettes of my epic contests of will with a small red-headed toddler intent on whatever nefarious scheme currently occupied his pea-sized cranium.

When I was in high school, my English teacher - heck, all of my teachers - despaired of ever getting me to live up to my supposed potential. Unencumbered by responsibilities, life seemed to me to be an endless opportunity for mischief, fun, and partying.

And yet even before I married and gave birth to my oldest son, the bloom began to wear off the 'partying' rose. By the end of my 18th year I began looking at my surroundings with a different eye. While I saw no purpose in studying 10 hours a day with no clear object in sight, I understood on some deeper level that I was wasting my time and my parents' money drinking beer at a tony Ivy League school.

So I left and began the laborious process of figuring out what I wanted out of life. I needed a purpose in order to work, but I began to see the value of work.

A few years later, at the ripe old age of 24, I was a mother with two small boys and a brand new brick house. It was then that I first read Atlas Shrugged and understood the force that impelled me to work late into the night in my garage stripping, sanding and painstakingly refinishing or painting cast off pieces of furniture. I understood why I spent hours at theh library reading up on how reupholster sofas and chairs; how to sew slipcovers, curtains, pillows. I understood why I'd always kept a coffee can in my laundry room for the coupon and discount money I saved on each trip to the grocery store. Though I had no formal job, that money was mine. I earned it by dint of careful planning, and I hoarded it until the small pile of bills grew large enough to fund my next home improvement project.

What impelled me, as much as the love I felt for my husband and children, was the drive for self-respect and achievement. I had a vision of where I wanted my little family to be, and it didn't include being embarrassed to have strangers see my house. I wanted to feel that I was contributing, too. I wanted to be proud of myself. And so, though it would have been far easier to use disposable diapers or buy frozen dinners, I used cloth and cooked from scratch. What my husband brought home every two weeks, I managed to our mutual benefit.

So while I believe love is certainly a powerful motivator, I also think a certain kind of person would be driven to work hard no matter what their marital status was. This may be more true for women than men. I don't know.

The point is, though I have always required some "reason" to work particularly hard, I also have an innate drive that prompts me to want to learn new things, solve problems and overcome challenges. For me at least, the drive comes first. The love I bear my family certainly serves to impel me faster and further than I might go on my own.

But I find it hard to believe that either the Unit or I, were God so unkind as to part us, would behave much differently than we do at present. The difference is one of degree more than essence.

What say you?

Posted by Cassandra at April 1, 2009 08:21 AM

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Tricky... would I work less hard if I were single? Would I work harder if I had children? Obviously I can't be certain, but I'm pretty convinced I would. The fact is, I am fully aware that if I don't work, my wife would starve (ok, maybe not, as it's damned hard to starve in this country). We have no other source of income. And that can be motivating on days when I get frustrated.

And I am sure if I had children, it would be that much more motivating. So perhaps the answer is, I'd still work if single, but I might be more tempted to throw in the towel on a bad day and look for other opportunities. And being married motivates me to "play it safe" rather than risk the uncertainty of unemployment.

Posted by: MikeD at April 1, 2009 09:35 AM

Interesting. That mirrors what my husband has told me over the years.

As I said, I work harder b/c I have loved ones but I also think I'd work hard even if I didn't have to. For instance, my husband supported me 100% when our kids were small, but I still sought out odd jobs to earn extra money. I painted houses, mowed lawns, did odd jobs and landscaping, even sewed things for other people for money.

That was essential to my self-respect. I think my husband might work less hard if he didn't have to, and I understand he is more risk averse and more industrious b/c he feels he has to be to protect me. However, I have a hard time seeing him as a layabout. Even before we married, he had plans for his life.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 09:45 AM

Neil Cavuto of FBN on Imus in the Morning, this morning, we should be following the Swedish Model:)

Neil Cavuto SAABing to Imus.

http://youhavetobethistalltogoonthisride.blogspot.com/2009/04/neil-cavuto-saabing-to-imus.html

Posted by: Ree at April 1, 2009 10:10 AM

Many if not most people are also motivated by the desire to *not let their teammates down*. It's a bad feeling to be the programmer whose schedule slip is holding up the whole project, or the salesman whose below-quota performance is keeping the entire branch from attending the sales rewards meeting in Aruba.

This motivation isn't as powerful in business as it is in the military or in a fire department, but it is nonetheless an important one...and the degree to which it exists or fails to exist is an important indicator of management performance.

Posted by: david foster at April 1, 2009 10:41 AM

KtLW once ragged me about my work ethic, despite the fact that I'm lower maintenance than a flat rock.

"Why the %$#@! do you work so hard? You never *want* anything!"

"Yeah, but *you* do."

Like I said, she ragged me *once*...

Posted by: From the Desk of Mr. deBille at April 1, 2009 10:56 AM

The key words you used were 'unencumbered by responsibility.' While sitting at the computer I am watching the anarchists and hooligans on TV attacking the very symbols of capitalism that bought their tickets to travel to the G-20. How dense can these fools be who are wealthy enough to make a profession out of destruction? Speaking of dense fools, they remind me of our current crop of politicians who are doing the same thing, whitewashed like Becky Thatcher's fence, with soothing words and expensive suits as camo.

If a job is worth doing it is worth doing well. The creation of wealth and the desire to leave things better than we found them is the true measure of wealth and a fine motivator. As opposed to the apt description of Wall Street investors, 29 years old driving Maserati's and Porsche Cayennes on a lease receiving bailout money for bankrupting their respective companies. Their customers somehow became "marks" as the life-savings of their customer/marks evaporated. Acting like the Seinfeld "Soup Nazi" we are now told by our politicians "No retirement for you!" "No higher education for You!" Didn't we go through this in the 80's when companies were doomed when the profits went up the noses of money managers?

Fortunately, we are smarter than they are and we didn't get to where we currently reside without the ability to adapt and overcome. That is the true measure of wealth and success and they can't take that away from us.

By the way, our first nightstand was a spike keg we found along the railroad right-of-way that functioned nicely as intended. It came with a story also because it was a survivor and withstood the test of time.

"Things of quality have no fear of time."

Posted by: vet66 at April 1, 2009 11:16 AM

I know that when I was a kid I was more interested in, well, just about anything other than work. My folks, going back as far as I could track, had always been hard working, industrious folk. My mom and dad being the first in their families, going back for many generations, to seek their livelihoods off the farm. And so, seeing a disturbing character trait in my desire to play, hunt, fish, etc., my dad hired me out to a tobacco warehouse one summer when I was somewhere around ten or eleven. Yikes! Do I predate child labor laws? Beats me... Anyway, I've been working during my free time (meaning when not in school) ever since. At least until my accident left my spine trashed and my legs a bit less than optimally functional along with the attendant complications and accompanying pitfalls.

I can appreciate what Mike says about having someone else depending upon you. I was fairly casual about saving money and being thrifty until I married my dearest. And then, just a few years after, when Walkin' Boss told me that she was, with child! Well, never in my life, before or since, have I felt that same sensation. The sensation of a crushing weight of being responsible for the well being of a totally dependent, iddy biddy, human being. The modus operandi then becomes whatever it takes. It sho do change everything alrighty.

"Many if not most people are also motivated by the desire to *not let their teammates down*. "
Indeed. And beyond that, I would think that most folk have a hollow spot within if they are not able to accomplish and contribute.

Being another low-maintenance type, I'll offer a priceless quote from a Mr. Henny Youngman to compliment Mr. deBille's comment,

"You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it."
rimshot

Fortunately, I've never had that problem. I stumbled into a bargain.

Posted by: bthun at April 1, 2009 11:21 AM

"While sitting at the computer I am watching the anarchists and hooligans on TV attacking the very symbols of capitalism that bought their tickets to travel to the G-20. How dense can these fools be who are wealthy enough to make a profession out of destruction?"
Vet66, that's a trick question, right? =;^}

I caught a bit of that on the tube too... Something about the mob chanting "no more money" or something equally profound, all while the rocket scientist articulate their position by throwing rocks at plate glass.

And I did hear that there were people in the upper floors of some of the surrounding buildings who were hanging out of the windows and waving 10 pound notes at the crowd below. Heheh...

Posted by: bthun at April 1, 2009 11:38 AM

Off topic, but I don't care:


Mini-YAG was welcomed into this world Sunday March 29 at 9:55am by C-Section. He weighed 7 pounds 3 ounces and was 20 inches long.

YAGette is recovering splendidly and is coming to terms that she has appearently spent the last 9 months being a Xerox machine as Mini-YAG looks just like his daddy. :-)

Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at April 1, 2009 12:42 PM

Oh my goodness! A boy!

Congratulations, Yu-Ain!!!! You have absolutely made my day. :)

The Editorial Staff cannot help being unaccountably fond of little boys. Please pass our best wishes along to the Mrs. if you think that's appropriate.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 12:50 PM

I was fairly casual about saving money and being thrifty until I married my dearest.

It's funny. Not sure how thrifty I was in my spending habits, but I had a thousand dollars in savings when I married at 19. That's $2,922.77 in 2009 dollars - not bad for a kid who started off making minimum wage and ended up working for the princely sum of $3.33/hr (and boy! was I proud of that promotion!).

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 01:02 PM

I don't work for money, although having money is a happy outcome for my family.

I don't work for my family, although seeing them happy and well is confirmation that the work that I do has benefits.

I don't work for my clients, although it is the difference between their risk and benefit that awakes me at 3 in the morning.

I don't work for myself, although too frequently it is my work that defines me.

I don't work for humankind, or markets, or governments, or religions. There is no work that I can do to move them.

And I don't work for love...I work atlove.

I work because my wife won't let me buy a boat, and there's nothing else to do all day.

I don't work

Posted by: spd rdr at April 1, 2009 01:07 PM

I work because my wife won't let me buy a boat, and there's nothing else to do all day.

mr rdr.... COME TO THE FRONT OF THE CLASSROOM!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! :)

*rolling eyes*

Posted by: Sister Mary Bag O'Metaphors at April 1, 2009 01:40 PM

Yanno...what with the garter-clad pin-up on the header, Mistress Mandy, a Catholic nun engaging in virtual spankings and what could be considered the longest piece of tail on the innertubes.......one has to wonder why this site doesn't have more traffic.

Posted by: Snark Le'Puss at April 1, 2009 02:07 PM

I believe MacGyver has the same work ethic as mr rdr only he wants a plane.

Posted by: HomefrontSix at April 1, 2009 02:10 PM

one has to wonder why this site doesn't have more traffic.

My considered opinion, having reviewed the sites who do get loads of traffic, is:

1. I don't post frequent bikini shots of nearly nekkid women.

2. I don't link to porn.

3. I don't post shots of nearly nekkid men, either.

4. My posts are too long-winded and too boring and I try not to flame other bloggers.

5. I am not interested in calling my political opponents names.

Quite seriously, it's not hard to get a lot of traffic. My most intemperate and least considered posts are the ones that usually get lots of links. Very likely, that means I'm a moron who should spend far less time writing :p

Posted by: Sister Mary Bag O'Metaphors at April 1, 2009 02:24 PM

a Catholic nun engaging in virtual spankings

Just to show you what an idiot I really am, I'd always thought of the 'WHACK WHACK WHACK' as a ruler on an outstretched hand :p

I really am out of it, aren't I?

Posted by: Sister Mary Bag O'Metaphors at April 1, 2009 02:28 PM

...one has to wonder why this site doesn't have more traffic.

Have you ever considered that reapeatedly whacking your commentors with virtual rulers might have something of an off-putting effect?

Sheesh.

Posted by: spd rdr at April 1, 2009 02:29 PM

BillT, you sound like the Engineer.
My mother used to call someone who had drive, motivation and worked hard a self-starter.

She was very much like that; it rubbed off a bit more on my siblings than it did me as I have been known to hire a water retrieval service after the basement got flooded. However, I did that once. A year later we built french drains and retired the shop-vac.

The Engineer is a hard worker and believes very much in being not only self-reliant, but that his family will not go wanting. That doesn't mean the latest gadget or whathaveyou. We have food, clothing and shelter. We save for what we want.

In this downturn, it has been good to go back to basics.

Posted by: Cricket at April 1, 2009 02:56 PM

Have you ever considered that repeatedly whacking your commentors with virtual rulers might have something of an off-putting effect?

Just call me Sister Killjoy :p

Perhaps bthun was onto something the other day and I really should be spanking you all.

Posted by: Sister Mary Bag O'Metaphors at April 1, 2009 03:10 PM

Geez, now I've gotta PhotoShop a *habit* onto That Pic?

The wimple won't be too tough, but the scapular is gonna use up all the white pixels on my hard drive...

Posted by: From the Desk of Mr. deBille at April 1, 2009 03:42 PM

I propose we give the Editorial Staff a rest from whacking.

Posted by: Cricket at April 1, 2009 03:46 PM

Start running, Copter Man.

Or I really will spank you :p

Posted by: Sister Mary Bag O'Metaphors at April 1, 2009 03:46 PM

*waving hiya to Yu-Ain*

Congratulations!

How soon are you gonna let him start commenting?

Posted by: BillT at April 1, 2009 03:47 PM

Or I really will spank you

You incorrigible flirt.

Posted by: BillT at April 1, 2009 03:49 PM

"Perhaps bthun was onto something the other day and I really should be spanking you all."
Ah, I was only pointing out a, ahhhh... study, yeah a study that struck a blow in the interest of connubial bliss.

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Posted by: bt_Bluto-Blutarsky_hun at April 1, 2009 03:58 PM

What is it with you guys and spanking, anyway? :)

(struggling to push the neckties back to some little-visited corner of her mind...)

Posted by: Sister Mary Bag O'Metaphors at April 1, 2009 04:00 PM

Jeez. You guys are killing my productivity today.

I feel sorry for The Unit when he gets home :p

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 04:02 PM

Just to show you what an idiot I really am, I'd always thought of the 'WHACK WHACK WHACK' as a ruler on an outstretched hand :p

That's what I assumed it was. Clearly I don't get out enough. Or I knew too many nuns.

3. I don't post shots of nearly nekkid men, either.

Actually the first day I ever read VC happened to be when you posted some piece of beefcake wrapped in an American flag as I recall. But I stayed anyway.

Posted by: MikeD at April 1, 2009 04:05 PM

Clearly I don't get out enough. Or I knew too many nuns.

Heh :)

The only two times I recall (in 5 years of blogging) posting man-flesh in any form were:

1. To flog the Marine Recon calendar (I think that's very likely the post you remember, Mike).

2. Some flippant post about what we ladies find attractive in a man. I think I used a composite photo from one of the UK papers (telegraph, guardian?) that showed a bunch of movie stars in bathing trunks - lots of cloth and not much skin, as I recall. I wouldn't have demurred for a moment from showing it to a 5 year old, or my grandma or granddad. Be that as it may, the point of that post was two-fold:

- to rail against idiots who wanted their menfolk to wax their chests or backs

- to suggest, in my trademark 'as subtle as a sledgehammer' way that guys tend to get acutely uncomfortable when women start yammering on about men's bodies as though they were pieces of meat. The lesson to be taken from that spectacularly unsuccessful object lesson... well, you're a smart man - I know you can figure it out :)

And that's why I don't post beefcake or cheesecake here and have asked my guest posters not to do it either. Admittedly, I probably have psychological issues but I see no reason to make either half of my readership uncomfortable. There are plenty of sites where folks can find that stuff if they want it.

Not here.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 04:19 PM

Well Bill, I could let him start commenting here now, but pretty much all he says at the moment is "Whaa". But at least he is loud and emphatic about it. I'll probably start him on Daily Kos first: better chance of passing the local Turing test that way.

Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at April 1, 2009 04:24 PM

Oh yeah, CONGRATS to the YAG clan!

"A new born babe, brings light to the cottage, warmth to the heart & joy to the soul, for wealth is family - family is wealth"

Posted by: bt_Bluto-Blutarsky_hun at April 1, 2009 04:43 PM

Whoa! I was so busy fending off Sister Mary Break Knuckles that I missed the big annoucement!

Congratulations Yu-Ain! The little feller will, no doubt, make a fine contribution to a polite and orderly society - at least when there are people watching.

My best to your new Mr. Handsome and his beautiful mother. Welcome aboard, sailor.

Posted by: spd rdr at April 1, 2009 04:55 PM

...better chance of passing the local Turing test that way.

Waitwaitwait -- she never said there was gonna be a *test*! Geez -- is it open book? Multiple choice or essay? Fill-in-the-blanks?

Carpcarpcarpcarp! Can I cut it and do a makeup?

Posted by: BillT at April 1, 2009 05:08 PM

Yu-Ain Gonnano: Congratulations on becoming a father, and best wishes to mother and child.

I never really knew what love was until my first son was born. Children can be a burden, a toll and a task, but they are a grace from God beyond all meaning and anything you (or I) deserve. Congratulation again. I hope being a father will be as rewarding to you as it has been to me.

I have only this to say about the topic. Money, wealth and possessions are only a means to an end.

Only Man and the life of Man is an end in itself.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at April 1, 2009 05:28 PM

Hmmmm. I work because I have to. But it has to have meaning for me, such as what I do now. Retail doesn't cut it (unless, of course, the alternative is poverty, but that's a different form of "have to".

If I was not-worried-about-the-future rich, I would work putting my money to good use, such as funding conservative think tanks and and mebbe bloggers.

And I'd have a tank and some artillery, natch. And a place to shoot 'em.

And I'd buy that bit of dirt next to my bit of dirt and put in an airstrip/landing pad for Neffi and Bill.

I'd probably custom-build 12 inch to 1 foot scale models of historic weapons, too, knowing me.

Posted by: John of Argghhh! at April 1, 2009 05:37 PM

[putting on my best Irish/Serbian South Side of Chicago accent]

"Children are a gift from God... send here to enrich our lives in *so* many ways..."

Amen, my dear friend, wherever you are.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 05:40 PM

If I didn't have to make decent money, I'd write.

*sigh*

Back to the real world.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 05:41 PM

CONGRATS, YAG!!!

"...have asked my guest posters not to do it either..."

I'd like it noted, for the record, (cause I have a feeling I'm gonna need the proof in the future) that I've been *bein' hav*. At great personal risk to my reputation, too, I'll add.

*off in search of something with which to inflame the Princess' Inbox........'cuz I can*
heh
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at April 1, 2009 05:49 PM

No please, DL, allow me.

Proof positive. We're doomed.

Posted by: spd rdr at April 1, 2009 06:19 PM

Thank you everyone! I really appreciate it.

All I can say on the other matter, is that there is not near enough fabric on this dude who was pictured on this very site not 3 weeks ago.

Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at April 1, 2009 06:26 PM

1. That was Sly...

And re: I'd like it noted, for the record, (cause I have a feeling I'm gonna need the proof in the future) that I've been *bein' hav*. At great personal risk to my reputation, too, I'll add.

Yes, you have :) And I appreciate it very much. I trust you guys.

2. He is fully clothed :p Which just proves my point.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 06:32 PM

"No please, DL, allow me."

The paddle's not big enough.......

0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at April 1, 2009 07:23 PM

So I've thought this for a while but this comment thread just cements the thought. Bill is QUITE the masochist. I don't think he can covertly beg for a spanking anymore than he already is.

Yu-Ain - most sincere congratulations!! Babies are wonderful - especially when they aren't mine and I can hand them back when they begin to cry. Had enough of that with my own two.

DLSly ~ you are just bad. B.A.D. Bad. Then again, maybe you're just a masochist like Bill. In which case, welcome to the club!

Posted by: HomefrontSix at April 1, 2009 07:31 PM

With regard to work and the motivation behind my desire to do so, it is two-fold. First, the money is nice. It allows us, as a family, to have and do the things we need/want. So my first motivation is that.

However, wherever I work and whatever I do, it has to be fulfilling in some capacity. I cannot handle drudgery (unless it came down to putting food on the table or a roof over my head, in which case, all bets are off). Right now, subbing fits the bill based on my family's needs. But I'm itching to get back into the EMT world. Not sure if it meshes with the military spouse lifestyle though.

Posted by: HomefrontSix at April 1, 2009 07:45 PM

YAG has a baby lad? WOOT! Now is the time to get several books: The Dangerous Book for Boys, Backyard Ballistics and the Adventures of Robinson Crusoe.

Oh, and the Swiss Family Robinson.

UmmmmYeah. Robin Hood. Gotsta have Robin Hood and none of that silly 'When Things Were Rotten' nonsense.

*before you do all that, give him lots of kisses and snorgles. Kidses grow bestest when you love 'em up.

Posted by: Cricket at April 1, 2009 10:57 PM

Them syreens did this to Little YAG. They loved him up and turned him into a horny toad.

Posted by: Delmar O'Donnell at April 1, 2009 11:08 PM

Bill is QUITE the masochist. I don't think he can covertly beg for a spanking anymore than he already is.

Trust me. He has company.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 11:10 PM

My own approach to life is rather different from yours, Cass, but I can't say that I ever astonished myself by working very hard before I was married. Certainly, some things interested me and got a full measure of my attention for purely self-interested reasons; but that has never been my primary motivation.

I can clearly recall the day I found myself thinking about how I would provide for my family for the first time. It was after my wife had gotten with child, but before I actually knew that she was pregnant. I was at Amicalola Falls, with her, and I realized suddenly that I had embarked upon a train of thought I'd never had before. We'd been married several years by that point, but for the first time I was thinking seriously about how I could build a future for her, and a home, and what it would take to provide those things.

If she and he were not around tomorrow, I don't know that I'd survive it. If I did, though, I don't think my life would look anything like what it will look like if I am blessed to continue in their company.

Posted by: Grim at April 1, 2009 11:25 PM

Trust me. He has company.

Yes, yes he does. I believe there are T shirts for the club and even a secret handshake...

Posted by: HomefrontSix at April 1, 2009 11:35 PM

The Oink Cadre strikes again :p

Grim, I've heard several men say the same: that they never worked particularly hard before marrying and/or having kids. And my husband has said the same thing about how he'd react if I weren't around.

Although I've always loved him dearly, I don't think it was until recently that I ever felt anything close to that, though. It isn't and wasn't a reflection of the strength of my affection. I think it is more my outlook on life. But after 32 years together, I know I'd be devastated if something happened to him. I doubt I'd marry - or even date - again.

And certainly, men look at money and work responsibilities differently. I recall being struck with the responsibility of being a mother, but I don't recall worrying for one instant about the financial aspect of child rearing. I always assumed that I or we would be able to provide the necessities of life. I'm always amazed at the many ways my husband thinks and plans ahead for us. I am better at adapting to the unexpected, though I think the fact that I saved before I was married shows that if I were alone, I'd adapt and be more conservative.

I never worried much about providing luxuries for my kids. When I was growing up I was never able to discern that well to do children or people were any happier and I think many things in life "taste" sweeter when they're earned than when they're bestowed upon us. Certainly life is easier in some ways when you're prosperous, but money doesn't buy happiness :)

Truly, men and women are different creatures.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 11:55 PM

Also Grim, your comment (and Mike's, and several others') support my impression that in some ways men are more unselfish than women when they finally grow up and decide to take on responsibility. As a young woman and mother, I can remember being awfully impatient for that to happen :p

There's an old saying: boys are a slow crop. But I think they're on a different timetable, that's all. Girls and women resist responsibility in less visible ways. We give our all to our children and often to our lovers, but we tend to be more resilient too when we lose someone. I've always found that odd.

Posted by: Cassandra at April 1, 2009 11:59 PM

Bill is QUITE the masochist.
Truly, men and women are different creatures.

Women *project* more.

Geez, just because I fly helicopters...

Posted by: BillT at April 2, 2009 12:53 AM

"If she and he were not around tomorrow..."
That was an admission I left off my previous comment. Money comes and money goes, but yeah, after 3+ decades with Walkin' Boss, waking up one day without her would be the toughest thing I have ever had to face.

Otherwise, I usually roll out to face the day by cinching on the exoskeleton, thinking of my role model, the Black Knight from Python's Holy Grail, and cranking this tune.

OINK! =8^}

Posted by: bt_El-Puerco_hun at April 2, 2009 08:40 AM

You and Sly *purposely* link vids that trigger the "not available in your country" caveat, don'tcha?

O' course, iffen I wasn't such a masochist, I wouldn't click on 'em anyway...

Posted by: BillT at April 2, 2009 09:42 AM

2. He is fully clothed :p Which just proves my point.

Nah, has nothing to to with it being a picture of a male. There's not enough fabric in the world for Helen Thomas. ;-)

Especially on a treadmill.

Posted by: Yu-Ain Gonnano at April 2, 2009 09:56 AM

"There's not enough fabric in the world for Helen Thomas. ;-)

Especially on a treadmill."

Nothing like a virtual dose of syrup of ipecac in the morning to cleanse the mental imagery palate!

Posted by: Manchurian Bubba-hun at April 2, 2009 11:12 AM

"You and Sly *purposely* link vids that trigger the "not available in your country" caveat, don'tcha?"

Oh hell, bt, he's figured it out. But, heh, he's still clicking the links. Must be a Pavlovian thing for fling-wing thong (electric blue!) jockeys.
*snnnicker*
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at April 2, 2009 11:27 AM

What I don't get is why would Toby Keith's Not As Good As I Once Was would "not available in your country".

Unless it has something to do with Lady Liberty shaking her fist... and boots, and trains, and pickups, and momma...

Posted by: Manchurian Bubba-hun at April 2, 2009 11:47 AM

Dunno, bt, but U-Toob has some odd ideas about what constitutes "offensive" over here.

Must be a Pavlovian thing for fling-wing thong (electric blue!) jockeys.

I know what rings *your* bell, too...

Posted by: BillT at April 2, 2009 11:59 AM

Well, never let it be said that I didn't do my best to exasperate a situation....
heh
0>;~}

In Honor of Mini-YAG!

Posted by: DL Sly at April 2, 2009 12:10 PM

If you'd said "exacerbate," you could have squeezed in a heh, heh, heheheheheh.

Thong thung blooooo...

Posted by: BillT at April 2, 2009 01:07 PM

My extrapolator seized when I asked it to work on rendering exacerbate from exasperate. Then I read DL Sly's comment again and decided that it was as it was intended to be. So I cut bait...

Posted by: bt_El-Puerco_hun at April 2, 2009 01:26 PM

There must be a redneck haiku poem in there somewhere...

Posted by: Manchurian Bubba_hun at April 2, 2009 01:29 PM

Hey Bill,

While I ponder the possibilities of Haiku under the influence of PBR and Jack Daniels, maybe you can enjoy this Alan Jackson tune in country.

Posted by: Manchurian Bubba_hun at April 2, 2009 01:33 PM

Nope. I used the one I wanted....

exasperate:
1) a - to excite the anger of; b - to cause irritation or annoyance to
2) to make more grievous

As opposed to --

exacerbate:
to make more violent, bitter, or severe

I may be Dark Lord, but I have priorities. I save my *evil* for those truly deserving. Sorry, you may be a cantankerous old fart that gums his food and, um...well,...yeah, but doggone it, I like ya.
0>;~}

Oh, before I forget.....
heh hehheh hehhehheheheheh

Posted by: DL Sly at April 2, 2009 01:40 PM

You never said whether or not you could view that vid, btw.....
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at April 2, 2009 01:41 PM

I love that song, bthun. One of my many favorites from Alan Jackson.

Posted by: DL Sly at April 2, 2009 01:46 PM

Exacerbate: * S: (v) worsen, aggravate, exacerbate, exasperate, irritate

http://wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=exacerbate

Potato, puhtahto, 'tater, spud.

I saw the George vid -- as in, I could read the title blurb -- but couldn't *snnff* view it.

*snnnnniffle*

*piteously catching errant teardrop on fingertip and flicking it at the ceiling, absently wiping nose on sleeve*

In order to gum my food, I'd have to poke it past my teeth (plural) and up into my cheeks. I'd experiment with that at dinner, but the latest group of deployed females is still trying to decide if I'm Sam Elliott with a buzzcut or Tom Selleck with a greyer mustache...

Posted by: BillT at April 2, 2009 02:28 PM

The trusting grasp
A tiny life's work ahead
As their hands leave mine

Posted by: rdnck at April 2, 2009 03:04 PM

Bravo! Bravissimo!

I knew there was one, if not more, haiku verse waiting to blossom -just like a hydrangea in a bed of tractor tires!

That was beautiful.

After beer thirty I'll give 'er a shot, although I know that my whole melodic structure has worked itself loose...

Posted by: Manchurian Bubba_hun at April 2, 2009 03:22 PM

Now children...
You are scaring the Wonder Chicken again.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!!!!!!

*ruffling tail feathers*

Posted by: The Magnificent Wonder Chicken at April 2, 2009 09:43 PM

Sam Elliot.

Tom Selleck doesn't even come close to you, Bill. Gums, thong, and all.

Posted by: HomefrontSix at April 2, 2009 10:58 PM

Sam Elliott came in third in the Annual BillT Lookalike Contest.

*sigh*

*I* didn't even make it to the top ten...

Posted by: BillT at April 3, 2009 05:05 AM

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