10 Things My Husband Wants To Change About Me

 This should be, "10 Things I Hate About You" He corrected me and said, "It's a lot more than that!" I started laughing and over the months we have been making a list and taking pictures & documenting every single thing I do, that makes him just grit his teeth. I thought a couple times, he'd just might "pop a tooth"

Here's is an album of all the things that make my husband truly crazy. It's 25 things, but not growing. I think I'm actually getting better at the crazy things I do.

We Are Growing Old Together

#1 He claims that I can never say yes or no. It all comes with a story. Even when Steve says, "Just say yes or no." I still have to tell him all about it with examples. I really must be Native American. Steve says First Nation People don't say much, but I promise...that is the way of the "Old Crow." Really.


#2 These shoes are the "hippie shoes" he hates. The clogs when in the trash the day after we were married. I love my Birkenstock. I promise to only wear them with socks and my favorite dress.
#3 I admit cans rolling around on the floor are annoying, but I don't want them falling-out when I get-out of the car.
#4 I have a huge problem with the air-conditioning. I have a hot flash and I need it so cold it freezes his hands and then I'm so cool after that there isn't a way to get warm quite enough. I ask him to adjust the air to hot. He won't do it--he just says, "Wait a little while until you are too hot again" I can't do that, so I always take a jacket, sweater, or blanket and that makes him crazy...I do it even when it's a hot day.
#5 I always bite my fingernails and he bought this to help me to keep my nails from cracking and putting my fingers in my mouth.
#6 He hates all garden art. Yes, I have some...but it's the natural garden that he loves; not the stuff that is placed in the yard to surprise the viewer. Steve does like the stone bench and the hammock in the tree, but they're there for comfort. We never agree where to plant anything!
#7 This is a cupcake holder and anything resembling this object, it's on his throw-away list.
#8 I have an arrow on my yardage scraps. Oh, if he knew they were there, they would be gone. I have to hide them. He also hates my wool from the sheep and I've stashed them in the basement in a rubbermaid container and big plastic bags. I'm safe, he won't go in the basement because of the spiders.
#9 He dislikes all my purses and will never put his hand in my purse for anything and if I ask him hold one for me temporarily, he rolls his eyes. I know I make Steve hold it way to long.
#10 There are a few things in this picture that make my husband crazy. A paper towel for a napkin. Picnic -ware setting at the table. A tablecloth that is wrinkled and soda in a can, worse even it's a soda for a meal and Diet Dr. Pepper on top of that. Steve wouldn't say anything, but I know that this just grinds him and I'd have to drink the soda. Poor me.
#11 I always lose my glasses. I don't have a place for them so they just come off my face and end up anywhere. I can't find the glasses because I can't see them. These glasses are a problem anyway, because they are camouflage frames. I have a red arrow pointing them out.
#12 I need to watch the water. My grandchildren leave water and since I've tried to drink more water, some bottles end-up half full. There's lots of wasted water and money. I know I have to be better, I repent.
#13 My weird decorating style just started this year. I hope it doesn't stay, actually I think my piano looks really crazy. A bunch of stuff stacked-up to save the "little ones" This will change starting next Monday. I already have the new plan.
#14 This is "Danger Ranch" so no lit candles ever. Even regular stuff causes fires. We have set the record for the most calls in Santa Paula ever. Steve threw all my candles, warmers, and anything with a lit flame away. I did get a whole bunch of new look-a-like candle flicker thingies.
#15 I leave a wrapper to the side...it's gone. He picks things up as fast as I might set them down. So now I put anything in my pocket and make one trip to the trash can.
#16 Steve hates string cheese. I eat it in strings and it makes him crazy. Also, anything eaten in bed it taboo. I did that when I was pregnant to prevent morning sickness, as in soda crackers. I so want to eat breakfast in bed just one time. Nope.

#17 I probably should think before I rip open bags. Potatoes are the worse. It looks like a rat has gotten in our food. I've done that since I was a little kid. Does that make me spoiled?

#18 Below is my husband's pet-peeve even before we were married. I like soft butter, so I make it softer by scraping it off the top. Yeah, and I do dig once the "dig" is started. Steve takes pats off the cube Now, we only buy tubs, but Steve doesn't like tubs on the table.
#19 Steve hates all sprays. I know that he likes them on me or how they make my hair look. It just frosts him to come-in a room when I've just sprayed anything and he breathes it. Big exception is the Fabreeze spray. I've put a red arrow highlighting that item. I won't go to the reason why he likes that spray. Confession: Not his fault...Prevacid, really needs to reveal to all in their ads, really horrible and lowly side-effect. Makes me crazy.
#20 Oh, dear...I take the pop cozy with me and he will hold it for a little while, but laughs the whole time because it's just ridiculous. Yep, that's the word. One word for silly, absurd, and laughable. I try.
#21 Listening to music at night. It's a bit of Jazz, but soft with crickets and birds, or rain and thunder. Steve tells me it's hard to listen to the scanner and the music at the same time. Dang...I was drowning-out the scanner. Honestly, the scanner gives me bad dreams. I don't sleep well.
#22 Okay, I'm with him on this. I don't really like bumper stickers. But, I wanted this one. I thought it said, "Got Deer." My dear husband said, "No, it's not that" "But, I want deer in our Forbidden Forest" We went back and I saw what the bumper sticker really said. Nooooo! That is just wrong.
#23 I know this is weird, but I like spiders. No, I don't like Black Widows or the very bad ones at all & webs..I don't like walking through webs especially in the dark. The webs are sticky, but I do love Tarantulas. I do. Don't do this at home because I found out later that the little hairs on their feet and body hair can get into your eyes and barb the lens of your eyeball. Very bad news if that happens. It had very soft feet and this one nested in my hair. The plus side of spiders is that they eat flies. Thank you, Charlotte! (book: Charlotte's Web) I know our Bernice would say like Charlotte, "Well, I am pretty. Nearly all spiders are good looking. I'm not as flashy as some, but I'll do" I took a picture of our spider, Bernice. She lives just outside our kitchen window.

#24 Steve dislikes, not harsh enough word...he hates anything flannel. I know my hat is wool, but it is plaid like flannel. My husband likes frilly. My pink flannel nightgown is pretty and my shirts are comfortable. Who cares what you look like when it's so cold that your ears freeze? Okay, I'll wear it all when you are on duty.

#25 On the right, I posted a picture of my bed sheets. Oh no! The sheets are flannel...that's not good-- but the really bad thing is that I lift the sheets up and flip them under my feet. I hate the feeling of my feet in tight flat sheets. I want be a burrito of the covers. I put another arrow of the mattress showing when I got-up this morning. This is one thing Steve should really ignore. I've done it my whole life and for 40 years. I do it every, every night.

I won't start counting the livestock that makes him crazy. He loves the horses...well some of them. He loves all the chickens if they are producing and the cats if they are working. Dogs work. Sheep, goats, donkeys, cattle, and pigs are just not the fun for him that they are to me. Guess what? He walks out the door and over his head is a little sign (not a real pretty vinyl one) are the letters spelling three words: "Get Over It" And I'm blessed, because he does.

It's true love......