Allelujah! Allelujah!!

Mr. Neighbor moved the chickens! Yeah baby!

He moved them into the pasture where the dogs can't see them. They can still get to them, mind you, but now, hopefully, they won't be a distraction. I don't think for a minute that this chapter of posts is concluded, but I have hope.

No good way to segue... (hey, that rhymed)
Men and women are so different. Ever notice that? I feel really good about the female friends I've accumulated in my life. The girls I have now are total keepers... we all talk about everything, for the most part, much to our husbands chagrin. And do you know what I've discovered? That we're all married to the same man. I realize that this must be difficult to believe, but really...we are. How in the world is this possible? And it just makes me think that really some of this stuff must be hardwired into them...not all of them had the same shared experiences as children. They all had different parents, different childhoods...but yet, here we all are, doing great battle with them day after day after day over the same things. I've never read "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" - but I have a feeling this is what that person was talking about.

For me I'm coming to realize that the bottom line with most men is that their coping mechanisms are broken. And for you men reading this, I'm sorry...but you're broken. Think about it. If you've ever had a fight with your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other...it's because you couldn't cope with something, some small change, some missing item, some minor disagreement that gets blown out of proportion. Seriously.

You can't find your belt.
You can't find the scissors.
You wanted to do x and she wanted to do y.
You couldn't control the reaction of someone.
Your neighbors put a chicken coop right on your property line.

These are all situations that can be resolved very quickly and without anyone getting all whipped up. But men will whip it up in a second. If they spent as much time trying to solve whatever instead of bitching/pissing/moaning/getting all whipped up about whatever, they could have time to then just sit on the couch and have a beer. "Water off a duck's back" is a phrase I like to use. I consider myself fairly easy going. Take whatever is in front of you, process it, solve it, move on. I guess that's why I'm in IT.

And no, I'm not outing Kev-head right now. This post is not in response to anything he's done...lately. HA! He's actually been quite agreeable since getting the Harley and hiring a competent assistant in his office. (no, not THAT kind of assistant, I'm not THAT cool a spouse) This is more in response to a couple of my girlfriends (who shall remain nameless...don't out yourselves in the comments ladies) and some troubles they've had recently and over the years. They are all telling me about them and it's insane, because the names are different, but the result is the same. Lack of male coping = crabby husband=fighting husband/wife.

Just random thoughts to fill the day.
The weather is gorgeous.
Go out and get yourself some vitamin sunshine folks.