I said. They said. What's with that???

This is a phenomenon that I believe started with Adam and Eve and has flowed down through the Romans and Greeks and Incas and Persians and Egyptians and Vikings and Highlanders and Shoguns and Pilgrims and ... you get my drift by now I think. It hasn't changed yet as I can bear witness and I am pretty sure that it will continue to be passed on for many, many generations to come.

In a nutshell: Why is it that a wife can tell her husband something and he tells her she is wrong or crazy or gives her no credit at all. Yet if a neighbor or colleague or golf partner tells him the EXACT SAME THING a day or a week or whatever later that person has just shared a pearl of wisdom that he must rush right home and share with you. What?? Your face does not seem to display the reaction he was expecting. "Isn't that interesting, Honey? I can't believe you haven't heard about this." he'll say to you. "Aren't you impressed? I thought you would be?!"

Now we just went through this (again) last week. I suggested something to him and he pretty much ignored me. Then two days later a third party suggested the EXACT SAME THING. He relayed to me their conversation in its entirety. I sat there with absolutely no hint of what was going through my mind. I let him lay out the whole discourse they had and when he was all finished I very quietly asked, "Did you happen to tell with this person that I put this very idea out on the table earlier this week?" No, I did not add allow myself to cover my words with a nasty overtone...even though I surely deserved the right to do just that!?#@??!! And, no, I did not look at him like he had two heads. And do you know what that man said to me with a straight face?? Only four words. "Well, no, I didn't."

That was all. He didn't apologize. Didn't acknowledge my perceptiveness nor my intuitive insight. Nothing. Very disappointing. But you know what I personally feel so good about?? I never lost my cool. Never once raised my voice to yell "you lout!!" or "how insensitive can you be?" or "where is my credit?". (Just between us I must confess that on the in inside I was a screaming mess as I clearly deserved to be.) I simply added it onto that invisible unpenned list that exists in the unseen cosmos that all women have, and forever will, made contributions to for all eternity. Alas, we must face this never ending challenge and accept that it is just one of the crosses we have to bear, Girls. (heavy sigh, hand draped over forehead)

Shopping Strategy Secret (Shhh...Pass It On)

When I was growing up and my mother, sister and I would go shopping we always hit the sale racks first. Remember: this was WAY before the days of the "wait five minutes and it will got on sale" trend and mentality. During that time the major department stores only had 3 or 4 main sales a year. So when we would went to a store we would make our selections, try the pieces on in that store's dressing rooms (none of this buy it now/return it later stuff either). Then we would proudly take our prizes home where we would show my dad everything we bought. Mother would emphasize that each item had been marked down once, twice, maybe even three times. He would ALWAYS (yes, you can make money on this bet) respond by saying "These sales are going to kill me!" while rolling his eyes.

Contrast that scenario with the following: We shopped mostly at two stores with Sears being one of them. Dad would usually go with us for the annual fall shopping spree to get new shoes and school clothes. PAY ATTENTION! This is a very important life lesson I learned early on and have utilized this secret countless times throughout my days at home and my married life. For example: Say during this family event I had picked out two tops, a skirt, a pair of pants and a dress. I would go into the dressing room, put on one of the tops and the skirt, go back out into the store where my dad was waiting and I would model them for him. He would tilt his head, tell me to turn around, ask me how they fit. Then I would repeat the process until he had seen each piece. He would do that for my sister as well. Then there would be a family conference as to what would be bought. And you know what? Nine times out of ten we were allowed to take home all of the things we tried on and liked. There was no talk of "this is going to kill me". Not one little peep. So we would smile, say thank you and skip all the way to the car.

I have found that works with my husband as well. If he is not with us on a shopping expedition whether it be for clothes, shoes, household goods, athletic equipment, food, whatever he will question selections, price, choices, reasons. But if he is with us he will offer to buy more than our immediate need or expectations.

Hmmmm. Sounds like there is a method to the madness after all. Conduct your own experiment. See how well this works for you. You think this is sly? I'm not sneaking anything into the house under his nose. Manipulative? I'm not bargaining or threatening bodily harm or throwing a tantrum. Nope, nothing like that. Just common sense I guess. The whole key is to involve the male when he is interested. Lay out the why's and pro's. And VOILA! POOF! Your wish is fulfilled!! What's not to love? (Psst ~ add a hug, kiss and a "thank you". Appreciation is always appreciated.)