Different styles
Prompted by my Mom and Dad buying a new car...
In recent months I've reflected on just how different my husband's and my modes of operation can be. Heck, just how different our families are in general. You see, my husband is an analyzer. Probably due to the fact that his primary career has been in manufacturing engineering. He also tends to be a motorhead and loves to tinker with cars and engines. But, he's also rather s-l-o-w in these processes of analyzing. He ultra analyzes.
Case in point would be the recent car quest. Or not so recent. Our T-Bird bit the dust in a deer hit back in October. Yes, ten months ago. My husband can still not make a decision about the car or suv he wants. He just can't make a decision. That's the key. It's easier to think and think and rethink without making it permanent.
I was raised far differently. 1) You decide what you like. 2) You shop and test drive. 3) You decide what color you like and what options you want (in a day's time, not months) 4) You visit the dealership and haggle the price to your satisfaction and sign on the dotted line.
This long time decision making process drives me nuts.
I said our families are different. Some other aspects:
1) The fact that my in-laws are chronically late where I was raised to be ten minutes early or on time at the very latest.
2) My in-laws are pack rats to the nth degree. I have already refused any assistance in clearing the 60 years of accumulation in my mother-in-law's place when she passes. Now, I admit to certain sentimentalities, but I don't even hold a varsity letter compared to their olympic gold medal in the event.
3) If something appeals to one of my in-laws, no matter how frivolous, it will become your Christmas present.
Personally, I would prefer to gift someone with something they'd particularly like to have and want rather than something that will get stuffed away unused.
4) Dillies are late starter whereas Giffords tend to be up and on the stick pretty early of a morning. (I hate it, but both of my kids seem to have inherited that 'I want to sleep until noon' trait when they're off.) Even on my day off, I'm up and going by 6 or 7. If I'm in bed past then, I'm probably ill.
5) I tend to have a bad procrastination habit, but my husband, he just ignores things that plainly need done, as if 'I don't see it so there's nothing to be done.' Only when I light fires do things suddenly seem to come into sight.
I've adapted after 26 years, but I can't say I've accepted it all with good grace. Seeing my mother's new car today, one she picked out and bought in less than five days, reminds me again of how differently I was raised, my thought processes compared to my husband's, and why things sometimes set me off or rub me the wrong way. And that's probably not a good thing because Gifford tend to have pretty bad tempers, unlike the Dilly side of the family. Don't light my fuse....
Sigh...
Dawn
(have fun with this one Lars)
In recent months I've reflected on just how different my husband's and my modes of operation can be. Heck, just how different our families are in general. You see, my husband is an analyzer. Probably due to the fact that his primary career has been in manufacturing engineering. He also tends to be a motorhead and loves to tinker with cars and engines. But, he's also rather s-l-o-w in these processes of analyzing. He ultra analyzes.
Case in point would be the recent car quest. Or not so recent. Our T-Bird bit the dust in a deer hit back in October. Yes, ten months ago. My husband can still not make a decision about the car or suv he wants. He just can't make a decision. That's the key. It's easier to think and think and rethink without making it permanent.
I was raised far differently. 1) You decide what you like. 2) You shop and test drive. 3) You decide what color you like and what options you want (in a day's time, not months) 4) You visit the dealership and haggle the price to your satisfaction and sign on the dotted line.
This long time decision making process drives me nuts.
I said our families are different. Some other aspects:
1) The fact that my in-laws are chronically late where I was raised to be ten minutes early or on time at the very latest.
2) My in-laws are pack rats to the nth degree. I have already refused any assistance in clearing the 60 years of accumulation in my mother-in-law's place when she passes. Now, I admit to certain sentimentalities, but I don't even hold a varsity letter compared to their olympic gold medal in the event.
3) If something appeals to one of my in-laws, no matter how frivolous, it will become your Christmas present.
Personally, I would prefer to gift someone with something they'd particularly like to have and want rather than something that will get stuffed away unused.
4) Dillies are late starter whereas Giffords tend to be up and on the stick pretty early of a morning. (I hate it, but both of my kids seem to have inherited that 'I want to sleep until noon' trait when they're off.) Even on my day off, I'm up and going by 6 or 7. If I'm in bed past then, I'm probably ill.
5) I tend to have a bad procrastination habit, but my husband, he just ignores things that plainly need done, as if 'I don't see it so there's nothing to be done.' Only when I light fires do things suddenly seem to come into sight.
I've adapted after 26 years, but I can't say I've accepted it all with good grace. Seeing my mother's new car today, one she picked out and bought in less than five days, reminds me again of how differently I was raised, my thought processes compared to my husband's, and why things sometimes set me off or rub me the wrong way. And that's probably not a good thing because Gifford tend to have pretty bad tempers, unlike the Dilly side of the family. Don't light my fuse....
Sigh...
Dawn
(have fun with this one Lars)
posted by Dawn | 10:51 PM
1 Comments:
I love you!!!!! You are right to the nth degree! I love the Gifford side more just because of all the things you mentioned.
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