Thursday, January 20, 2011

A Story about ELO

{I always like ELO. Image}
 It has been said that in a relationship, you typically argue about the same thing over and over again. One of you is all, "Why is it that you NEVER pick up your socks EVER?" and the other is like, "Oh, so you're saying I NEVER, EVER in my entire life on Planet Earth have picked up a sock? You're crazy."

You are crazy, but that's just the way it goes. One of you will always be annoyed by aspects of the other that do not fit within a specific set of necessary criteria. This happens a lot at our house, which is why I created the We Are Not Allowed To Use The Term Never or Always In An Argument Clause. No one is permitted to say, "You ALWAYS _________ and/or you NEVER ______" mostly because it is an annoying thing to say, but primarily because it is unrealistic. I'm sure there was one occasion at some point in his twenty-eight years of life that my husband did, in fact, get every last shred of hair off the bathroom counter after shaving--even the hair pieces that somehow found their way under the soap dispenser. Sure, I wasn't around then, but I'm sure it happened. Anything is possible, right?

Right. So, instead we use our words wisely. Instead of, "Why is it that you NEVER clean your disgusting hair chunks off the bathroom counter?" I'm all, "I really would appreciate it if you would make a conscious effort to clean your hair molecules off the bathroom counter in a manner that coincides with my efforts to keep the bathroom clean." And then I smile, wink and adjust my pearls and apron. Because that's what charming wives do.

But, I recently realized something important: not all repetitive arguments occur in the house. Some of them occur in other places, like my car. Here's the thing about my car: I like it to be clean. I really, really want my car to be clean and orderly at all times. It's my little slice of heaven. In order to achieve this important goal, I have but one rule and one rule only: no eating in my car. Especially fast food. Have you smelled your car after fast food? It's not pleasant. The thing about my husband? Well, the thing about him is that he thinks eating in his vehicle and then using it as a trash receptacle is a fantastic idea. This, of course is where we differ.

However, I would say that 75% of all arguments that occur in my car start with ELO. That's Electric Light Orchestra, in case you were wondering. We argue about ELO a lot. Why, you ask, do we argue about a British rock group made popular in the 70's and 80's? Because I love ELO, and their delightful tunes are played frequently on the electronic love of my life, XM Satellite radio. But my husband? My husband. He hates ELO. He breaks The Never and Always Rule and says he, "Never wants to listen to ELO" and "Always hates the synthesizer."  He doth protest when ELO tunes come on XM channels 46 and 49, which ironically are dedicated to Classic Rock and frequently plays delightful ELO tunes. But this is where my other rule comes in: the It's My Car And Regardless Of Whether I'm Driving Or Not, We Always Listen To ELO. Rules are never made to be broken.


Meri said...

...a simple adjustment of the pearls makes all the difference, doesn't it :)
Fun site! I found you on FTLOB, in case you're wondering.

Skye said...
Following your blog! Please follow back!
If you could follow me on Facebook/Twitter, that would be awesome too!!
Thanks for your time!

Meredith said...

for reals. i'm working on the communication thing all the time. every body's so different and it sometimes get super hard to say things the best way for everybody. here' to trying though! ;)

Ross said...

nice blog! I'm now going to be following you!

CityGirlChic said...

dropped by via FTLOB and have to say I was cracking up throughout this entire post! I love the "wink and adjust your apron" bit. I'm now a follower!


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