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Gads! Anytime I ask husband to fix something it involves major cursing while he is working! In over 20 yrs I don't think I've ever heard him not cussing!

tammy wrote:Gads! Anytime I ask husband to fix something it involves major cursing while he is working! In over 20 yrs I don't think I've ever heard him not cussing!

Not usually, for me anyway. However, at one time I had a Ford Ranger that had a bad fuel pump. I had a fairly nice socket wrench set that had an extra long extension that was needed to reach the bolts holding the fuel tank on, which had to come off to reach the fuel pump. There was not one socket in the set that would fit the bolts. It was something like 35 degrees outside, and the socket wrench slipped and I banged my hand and cut a knuckle. That was in 1995, and that socket wrench, to my knowledge, is still somewhere in the field across the street from my house. Called the Ford dealership to come get the damn thing.

In most cases that I've dealt with, yeah, it does.

Stupid farm life.

Rick wrote:

tammy wrote:Gads! Anytime I ask husband to fix something it involves major cursing while he is working! In over 20 yrs I don't think I've ever heard him not cussing!

Not usually, for me anyway. However, at one time I had a Ford Ranger that had a bad fuel pump. I had a fairly nice socket wrench set that had an extra long extension that was needed to reach the bolts holding the fuel tank on, which had to come off to reach the fuel pump. There was not one socket in the set that would fit the bolts. It was something like 35 degrees outside, and the socket wrench slipped and I banged my hand and cut a knuckle. That was in 1995, and that socket wrench, to my knowledge, is still somewhere in the field across the street from my house. Called the Ford dealership to come get the damn thing.

You wish you had a long extension Ricky boy, you know Ford stands for Fucked On A Real Deal

stevew2 wrote:

Rick wrote:

tammy wrote:Gads! Anytime I ask husband to fix something it involves major cursing while he is working! In over 20 yrs I don't think I've ever heard him not cussing!

Not usually, for me anyway. However, at one time I had a Ford Ranger that had a bad fuel pump. I had a fairly nice socket wrench set that had an extra long extension that was needed to reach the bolts holding the fuel tank on, which had to come off to reach the fuel pump. There was not one socket in the set that would fit the bolts. It was something like 35 degrees outside, and the socket wrench slipped and I banged my hand and cut a knuckle. That was in 1995, and that socket wrench, to my knowledge, is still somewhere in the field across the street from my house. Called the Ford dealership to come get the damn thing.

You wish you had a long extension Ricky boy, you know Ford stands for Fucked On A Real Deal

Found On The Road Dead

I don't USE power tools...I swear...

tammy wrote:Gads! Anytime I ask husband to fix something it involves major cursing while he is working! In over 20 yrs I don't think I've ever heard him not cussing!

I dont know,do all woman say "Oh god" when they use their power tools?

I don't know about men swearing when using power tools, but I do know that I can't use a hammer without sticking my tongue out.

Rick wrote:

tammy wrote:Gads! Anytime I ask husband to fix something it involves major cursing while he is working! In over 20 yrs I don't think I've ever heard him not cussing!

Not usually, for me anyway. However, at one time I had a Ford Ranger that had a bad fuel pump. I had a fairly nice socket wrench set that had an extra long extension that was needed to reach the bolts holding the fuel tank on, which had to come off to reach the fuel pump. There was not one socket in the set that would fit the bolts. It was something like 35 degrees outside, and the socket wrench slipped and I banged my hand and cut a knuckle. That was in 1995, and that socket wrench, to my knowledge, is still somewhere in the field across the street from my house. Called the Ford dealership to come get the damn thing.

This reminds me of when my husband bought his first house. He was 22, and it was a "fixer-upper." Every spare cent he had went into that house. After a particularly frustrating evening of fixing things in the house, he went to open the front door and the doorknob fell off. He was trying to fix it, and it was just broken beyond repair. He was so pissed that he went outside and threw it as hard as he could. Luckily we lived across the street from a field! Now we laugh about that incident.

Fixing things is a love-hate relationship just like playing golf.

The egostistical caveman in all of us loves to say we can fix things because it's a male dominance know it all thing...I have made fire and conquered all! And many of us are very good with tools. We do manage to fix or build a few things, so the project list gets bigger and grander. Golf is the same way. We hit the ball a few good times and we think we should be on the PGA tour. Hit the ball harder and longer. Chip it in...break par. Golf clubs are power tools.

Point is. We all talk to the tools gods every day. We rarely praise them when we figure something out, but we cuss them openly when we can't. Had a friend once tell me, "Don't yell at the ball. It's doing the best it can considering who hit it." Same way with power tools. They are designed to work, but often the operator doesn't know how to use it.

So to answer the question, Yes - we cuss...openly, often loudly. It's a guy thing. We have to state our dominance over the tool, whether it be ratchet, a router, a 3-wood, or a putter. And though some tools meet their end in the ditch, trashcan, or pond, it's not their fault. It's the operator that can't own the situation. We have failed as men. We're not angry at the tool. We're angry with our inability to solve and conquer. It looks easy, but as soon as we bust a knuckle, or hook a ball out of bounds, we make the choice to give the project away or get stubborn...all the while cussing (and usually crackin a few beers).

If only life were as simple as finding Easter Eggs. Maybe repairing that piece of furniture or making that tricky putt is just that. When we do find project success, we've got our egg. When we don't, we're stuck with the dry bitter yolk. The real balance, I think, is learning from the yolk and not getting our shorts in a twist over a bloody finger.

We can enjoy success with the project or game, or we can claim success in yelling at it. Our fragile egos will declare success either way. We win if we win, but we also win by throwing damning language at the innocent tools.

Interesting...fun to ponder.


later~

Arkansas wrote:Fixing things is a love-hate relationship just like playing golf.

The egostistical caveman in all of us loves to say we can fix things because it's a male dominance know it all thing...I have made fire and conquered all! And many of us are very good with tools. We do manage to fix or build a few things, so the project list gets bigger and grander. Golf is the same way. We hit the ball a few good times and we think we should be on the PGA tour. Hit the ball harder and longer. Chip it in...break par. Golf clubs are power tools.

Point is. We all talk to the tools gods every day. We rarely praise them when we figure something out, but we cuss them openly when we can't. Had a friend once tell me, "Don't yell at the ball. It's doing the best it can considering who hit it." Same way with power tools. They are designed to work, but often the operator doesn't know how to use it.

So to answer the question, Yes - we cuss...openly, often loudly. It's a guy thing. We have to state our dominance over the tool, whether it be ratchet, a router, a 3-wood, or a putter. And though some tools meet their end in the ditch, trashcan, or pond, it's not their fault. It's the operator that can't own the situation. We have failed as men. We're not angry at the tool. We're angry with our inability to solve and conquer. It looks easy, but as soon as we bust a knuckle, or hook a ball out of bounds, we make the choice to give the project away or get stubborn...all the while cussing (and usually crackin a few beers).

If only life were as simple as finding Easter Eggs. Maybe repairing that piece of furniture or making that tricky putt is just that. When we do find project success, we've got our egg. When we don't, we're stuck with the dry bitter yolk. The real balance, I think, is learning from the yolk and not getting our shorts in a twist over a bloody finger.

We can enjoy success with the project or game, or we can claim success in yelling at it. Our fragile egos will declare success either way. We win if we win, but we also win by throwing damning language at the innocent tools.

Interesting...fun to ponder.


later~

My husband just finished building a house, basically by himself. No, I'm not exaggerating. It's a 4-bedroom, 2-story home with a full basement. He had a few friends help him with different things (it's hard to put up a wall by yourself) and the county required that he hire a licensed plumber and hvac person. I think he probably did the most swearing when he was digging and pouring the basement. That was a nightmare.

I can tell you that for me personally, the answer is definitely YES!!! I don't know why, but I can get pretty worked up when I'm working on stuff, and sometimes it even ends with thrown tools, and me cursing like hell. I think it normally starts when I (as always) mash a thumb, finger, toe or do something else that hurts like hell! That's usually where it starts, and it just goes down hill from there.

try doing it yourself and see how it works out for ya!

For me, using power tools, working on the car, etc, ALWAYS leads to profanity.

Rick wrote:I had a fairly nice socket wrench that had an extra long extension

Someone is quite proud of himself, I see.

I LOVE playing around with my power tools. I'm super careful when I'm building something and luckily so far (knock on wood) I've never been injured.

Yes, they do. I often notice that the opportune f-bomb will finally loosen that bolt. I think it's part of the process.

My husband swears when putting things together, which sometimes involves power tools, lol. Last time he was putting something together, apparently something wasn't fitting together right, and I hear from him in the other room "Get your happy f*ckin' ass in there" which of course made me laugh, which then made him laugh, lol.

Rhiannon wrote:Yes, they do. I often notice that the opportune f-bomb will finally loosen that bolt. I think it's part of the process.

Who's that ho in the p....OH, hey Rhi!