Keep the Transmission Fluid at Sea Level


Today’s daily post challenge is…

Of the people who are close to you, who is the person most unlike you? What makes it possible for you to get along?

Geesh! This prompt stumped me for a bit. I have to choose someone close to me? That was a challenge in itself. I don’t like people really. I mean, I like my husband, and my kids, and most of my family, but after that I tend to keep my distance.  I have a few friends but they know I really don’t like people, so they are cool with my occasional disappearing from Earth act. It’s just me; take it or leave it.

Anyway… I got a little off track there. The person most unlike me? My husband…has to be my husband.

  • I like to make firm plans with friends and family; he likes to make a tentative plan then fill in the details as we go.
  • I like to spend money on the important things in life like boots; he likes to spend money on silly things like bills.
  • I like to spend my free time being productive (you know, marathon watching Netflix while browsing Pinterest); while he likes wasting time playing video games

See! We are nothing alike!

The thing that really keeps us together is being able to tolerate (an appreciate) the other persons likes and interests. I have no interest in playing video games with my husband, but I know that’s how he relaxes. He see’s no point in my stressing out over planning meals, store trips, and meetings with friends, but he understands my need to keep things under control so I don’t go insane.

We also have to keep a good sense of humor about everything. We are able to laugh at one another, I mean with one another, without getting our feelings hurt. Just yesterday he was so kind to get my oil changed in the car for me. When I get home I take a glance at the paper the oil change place sent home. Next to transmission fluid the tech wrote in something. I thought the something said ” sea level”. I asked my husband why it was important to note that my transmission fluid was at sea level. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, shook his head and said, “that says sealed”. Now, I’m not illiterate, the guys handwriting was terrible! I probably laughed harder at myself than he did.


The recipe for a great marriage (at least for my great marriage)? Appreciate each other’s interests and keep your transmission fluid at sea level.


Life is too short too…

It’s time for my daily post challenge! Today’s prompt is…

Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.


But really, it is. It’s also too short to not enjoy what you are doing. I don’t enjoy folding clothes, but I throw on my favorite TV show and have at it. I don’t enjoy untangling my daughters hair, but I do take enjoyment in saying “This is why I told you to comb it before bed.”

Enjoy life. Do something every day that makes you enjoy your life. Even if it’s a simple as drinking a glass of really good wine.

Ha Ha! Jokes on You!

I’m doing this challenge on one of my other blogs, so I decided to extend it to this one. (My other page is a professional page, so my answers are not nearly as fun as they will be here.)

Today’s prompt: Someones you a voice mail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

This message is from my mom. The beginning of the message reads as follows:

“Sweetie, yesterday when you came by to pick up that box of stuff I noticed the dark circles under your eyes and look of defeat across your face. After you left I started feeling guilty. I feel like I lied to you for so many years while you were growing up. I told you that marriage was great. Kids are wonderful blessings from God. While all of that is true, I feel like I left out a lot of important stuff. Marriage is tough! You don’t just meet someone and magically agree on everything and never have to work at it. You will fight. You will disagree. There will be days you want to lock him out of the house. Sorry, I forgot to mention those parts. Kids are a blessing, but also demons. You will be tired. You will lose friends because you just can’t make time for them. They will vomit on you. They will make you wish you had stayed a virgin. Did I mention you will be tired? I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye!”

Dammit mom.