Women and Tools

(hint - don't buy expensive tools for her toolkit!)

I do keep my tools organized (feature I learned in the USN) by shadowing my tool boxes. For the rigs they each have one set of basic tools without the shadowing (cheap tools).

For my wife I bought her a small Craftsman roll-away and loaded it with some tools. She is handy and enjoys helping out. Her tools are hers and mine are mine. I have also now been buying my kids their own tools so they are responsible for them. This way they can tinker when they want to and have some personal satisfaction with a job they completed. Plus it saves my tools from showing up missing. If my tools are missing it is my fault.

FWIW

>Life Explained > >On the first day God created the cow. God said, "You must go >to the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the >sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer. I will >give you a life span of sixty years." > >The cow said, "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live >for sixty years. Let me have twenty and I'll give back the >other forty." And God agreed. > >On the second day God created the dog. God said, "Sit all day >by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or >walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years." > >The dog said, "That's too long to be barking. Give me ten years >and I'll give you back the other ten." So God agreed. > >On the third day God created the monkey. God said, "Entertain >people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh. I'll give you a >twenty-year life span." > >The monkey said, "How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? >I don't think so. Dog gave you back ten, so that's what I'll >do too, okay?" And God agreed again. > >On the forth day God created man. God said, "Eat, sleep, play, >have $ex, enjoy. Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy. I'll give you >twenty years." > >Man said, "What? Only twenty years! No way, man. Tell you what, >I'll take my twenty, and the forty the cow gave back, and the >ten the dog gave back and the ten the monkey gave back, that >makes eighty, okay?" > >"Okay," said God, "You've got a deal." > >So that is why the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, have >$ex, enjoy, and do nothing; for the next forty years we slave >in the sun to support our family; for the next ten years we >do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren; and for the >last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone. > >Life has now been explained. > > >Q: What four animals does a woman like to have in her house? > >A: A tiger in bed, a mink in her closet, a jaguar in her garage > and a jacka$$ to pay for it all. > > >HUSBAND: Shall we try a different position tonight? > >WIFE: That's a good idea... you stand by the ironing board > while I sit on the sofa and fart. >> >Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up >Jack's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, >they got caught in a terrible blizzard. They pulled into a >nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door >if they could spend the night. > >"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge >house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. >"I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my >house." > >"Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. >And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light." > >The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn >and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had >cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great >weekend of skiing. > >About nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from >an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but >he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that >attractive widow he had met on the ski weekend. He dropped >in on his friend Bob and asked, "Bob, do you remember that >good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski >holiday up North?" > >"Yes, I do," said Bob. > >"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up >to the house and pay her a visit?" > >"Yes," Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out. >"I have to admit that I did." > >"And did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your >name?" > >Bob's face turned red and he said, "Yeah, sorry, buddy. I'm >afraid I did. Why do you ask?" > >"She just died and left me everything!" > >

Orginized drawers of tools???? Mine are too busy to be in the drawers.... ;) A pliers, Cresent, 1/2, 9/16, & 1" wrench, screwdriver, hammer, small 3/8" socket set, pry bar, & lump of wire do most of my combine repairs. If it takes more than that, it's usually the torch.

--->Paul

For the other side of the story, my dad would come in the house & use any kitchen knife or sissors for cutting canvas, tire rubber, castrating, etc. Leave them dirty & dull. The household screwdriver & pliers got used & left outside when he couldn't find the dozen he already had out there. Mom had her hands full trying to keep the house 'tools' in the proper place & in condition. Dad never changed. So it's not just the women.

I'm about as messy as 'Pigpen' from Peanuts & very disorginised. My neat-nik wife has put up with me for 4 years now. Bless her. I try, but putting things in their place is just so difficult for me.

--->Paul

MHO

Jet

Nothing! She didn't get it right the first two times!