I'm encouraging Hubby to develop a relationship with her. She is strong, so much stronger than this farm chick who finds herself yelling 'testosterone' at the top of her lungs when trying to muster up enough strength to do something I probably have no business attempting. Dolly is long and lean with firm legs strong and steel like. She can lift many times her weight. I've begged Hubby to take her out for a spin 'cause she can waltz across the dance floor like she's floating on air. What red blooded man would not love spending time with Dolly? Yet he resists strongly, beg as I may.
Today is my favorite day of the week. The day I get to snoop out every dust bunny. The day I disassemble the faucets and wash out those germy filter screens. Do ya'll realize how much moldy bacteria and fungi gather in those things? The day I clean the furnace filter, bathtub jets and yes I even disinfect our toothbrushes. I live for Deep Clean Friday delighting every moment of it. I would rather vacuum than shop. Nothing makes me quite as ecstatic as to sit back in the knowledge everything is in spotless order.
Hubby will be working very diligently at his job. He is strong,a very robust strong fella'. Of course he has the advantage of testosterone oozing out his pores allowing bulk and power. When he runs the dairy supply routes he carries twenty-five, fifty, hundred pound barrels of supplies that are used during and after the milking process. His daddy said once before he joined the angel band ,"man, the boy is strong as an ox." The strength is still there but let's face it folks, the man ain't twenty anymore. ( Shhhh, don't tell him , we'll just let him live in La-La Land a little longer.) Hubby's joints are 57 years old, they can forecast a storm front faster than Doppler radar. The elbows, shoulders and neck ache after a day of lifting. I beg him to use a dolly. What's the harm in a little assistance?
As I bask in the glory of a spotless Ponderosa home tonight, Hubby will come in tired sporting aches and pains. Again, I will push this relationship upon him suggesting that he simply say, "Hello Dolly!"
Floating Water Garden
14 hours ago
OMG! I didn't know who/what Dolly was until the end of the 3rd paragraph. With each sentence, you had me changing my mind and wondering: Is Dolly a cow? Is she the rather butch baby sitter from next door? The gay ranch hand? Finally I understood! DUH!ReplyDelete
Thanks for the great laugh ..... and the humiliation!
So like a man, to want to keep on keeping on in just the way they always have. You have to figure out a way to make him think it was his idea to make a change. Enjou Deep Clean Friday.ReplyDelete
Please tell your hubby that my hubby has been using a dolly to move things for about 7 years now and he is only 51. He was a wiry type guy, but still quite strong. He is also into "working smart" and found out that he can get much more done if he uses the dolly. Increased production may be the key to this little scenario, just remind him to "work smart".ReplyDelete
I 've enjoyed reading your post. You've got great humour. I also appreciate your 'addiction' to perfect cleanliness of he house.ReplyDelete
Fun post! I'm busy trying to clean too... What a great feeling to be clutter free and clean!ReplyDelete
I'm praying for you and your hubby over the loss of your friends. Hugs to you!!!
What a witty post! Thanks fo your sweet comments on my blog! You always make me feel great! Would you come over and deep clean my house? I'm not sure my house would know the term or what hit it and I feel like I'm a fairly decent housekeeper! My dad turns 56 this Fall and he's busier now than he's ever been. He's a rancher and so he works similar to your husband. But, he has the best work ethic of anyone I know. Sometimes to the point that it's a negative instead of a postive! Have a lovely weekend and enjoy your spotless house!ReplyDelete
My husband was once described by one of the Philadelphia Eagles as 'the strongest skinny guy I know'. And lately, at only 52, he's lost a lot of strength. It just happens is all. Hard to admit it, though.ReplyDelete
And that football player was the boyfriend of a co-worker on a horse farm, a long long time ago.
Dolly is a sign of weakness for the T-laden males. Funny post, very well written.ReplyDelete
Hey ! Great post! I use the dolly quite a bit..and the wheelbarrow too... strong friends!ReplyDelete
Germs in the filter screens of the faucets..I never thought of that..so I better get right on it! :)
No testosterone, no gettin' done ... cute writing.ReplyDelete
Have a lovely weekend ... TTFN ~Marydon
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A very clever post you wrote here, my dear. Gave me a good chuckle. I'll be back.
P.S. I'm cleaning out my faucet filter now!ReplyDelete
You are so brilliant, Nezzy. Your writing is a gift, and I'm glad you share it :)ReplyDelete
BTW, you'd have a field day at my house! Come on over any time :)
He really needs to pursue that relationship with Dolly. She is built to withstand the ride. Why does he resist?ReplyDelete
You have a wonderful weekend too!!! Threaten to walk on hubby's back if he doesn't take up with Dolly.ReplyDelete
I was wondering about Dolly, too; you completely surprised and delighted me!ReplyDelete
My dad is one who never had any strength, weighs 110 pounds soaking wet, and is now 77 years old. And yet always insists on doing everything the hard way - he still mows his one acre yard with one of those old rotary blade push mowers; remember the kind before gas mowers? Yep, that's my Dad!
It took me awhile to figure out who Dolly was!!
If you lived near me I'd become your best friend and you could help me clean my house! I am having a welcome fall party and would love it if you'd join in. Just post about something to do with fall. You can read about it on my blog.
WooHaa! I loved reading your post! I have a guy just like yours. He won't ever surrender and I love 'em for it.ReplyDelete
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Cute Post! At first I thought hey, does she want her hubby to have an affair.? heehe. Well, I got it and I hear you! I wish you lived by me, I don't mind cleaning but I can't say I love it by any means. HAGD tomorrow. Hugs, Cindy
Okay, I have to admit that I don't what on earth a dolly is, beyond a lady's name or a nickname or term of endearment... Thanks for the enlightenment. :)ReplyDelete
Hi Nezzy, thanks for stopping by, you have inspired me with your 'deep clean fridays', it's a good way to look at cleaning, instead of feeling like it's a neverending task-and the Dolly post was cute!ReplyDelete
Thanks for stopping in on my blog - I've enjoyed your dolly entry(kept me wondering) and the skunk story that was a hoot!ReplyDelete
Thank you - you are the sweetie! We will be ready to enjoy our beautiful fall....ReplyDelete
OCFD???? Now I know the name of my affliction (actually it doesn't 'afflict' me at all:)ReplyDelete
whatcha doing this friday!?!ReplyDelete
my schedule is open~~if you want to come clean some more...
A happy cleaner...now that is a blessing! Love your little story about Dolly..you are so cute!ReplyDelete
Yes, indeed.. he should use a dolly! Stubborn men!!
That is so funny how much your son and fam gets into TLAPD! They could do a google search for Renaissance Fairs and Pirate Fests,surely there are others out there. They are fun,it's like walking onto a movie set. Everyone talks the talk and walks the walk.
What a fun blog!ReplyDelete
If I weren't so far behind in a huge project right now, I'd be reading the rest of it :)
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Great post. It made me laugh out loud. Men. Ha!ReplyDelete
happy clean house :-)
I hope that he accepts the help he needs.ReplyDelete
Deep clean Friday ... Oh, I LOVE YOU!!! ;0))ReplyDelete
I did not know what Dolly was either until further down in the post. I thought maybe a mule at first. ha-ha. Your hubby and I could have a weather contest with the arthritic joints. Mine always act up when it rains. Thanks for stopping by my place.ReplyDelete
I left you something on my blog. : )ReplyDelete
Hey! I would rather do dishes than go shopping! But unfortunately for my poor house, I would rather read than do dishes ;) heheReplyDelete
My poor dh has a Dolly, whom he loves :) Because his poor back gives out on him periodically (it did last week) and he can hardly even move.