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Here is the #1 main reason I don't really mod bits anymore...

Ok so like say you're just that close to finishing and you've run out of time. You know if you pack it up you'll never finish it, so you set it aside intending to finish the first thing after work the next day, but when you come home from work the next day its put up, not just put up, but put up in 3 different places that seem to have no relevance to anything. I have a tool box, she knows what my tool box looks like, then she starts her own tool box for me, but do the tools go in either of the toolboxes? No. I find them in her craft shit, in drawers, in the bathroom, in the closet. The charger gets put on the table, but the charger's box that was sitting right next to it, goes in the closet. When I ask why she just didn't put it back in the box, she says, "Like I knew the box was for the charger." Hmmm, duh, there's only a photograph of the charger on the box, and they're right next to each other.

So I've bitched and bitched and bitched. I've tried my best to stop leaving shit out. So what does she do today? She decided to clear off my desk. My freakin' sacred space, the one spot where I could set a half finished project and assume its safe, because its my space.

I feel like a total ass right now because I just totally snapped and chewed her head off, but on the other hand, have some damn respect, I wouldn't even begin to think about getting into her craft shit and trying to reorganize it for her.

So I just basically lost about a half dozen projects, and I am pissed.

I feel you pain dude...... I've gotten to the point to where she won't mess with my projects, but she can lose a fuckin tool in a NY sec.

She won't grab the tool she needs, but the ones she sees me using the most....

Being married is fun ain't it?






silla

I hear ya.
My wife puts away my shit and I'll never see it again.
Or if I do, it's completely fucked up.

I had a body I was working on, had the base coat of paint, everything looking fine - just needed to paint touch ups and stuff.
Yea, it got thrown in a drawer, with shit all the top it.
And there's a massive fucking scratch right across the hood of the car. It looked like someone took a rusty nail to that shit.

And it don't just happen with my RC's.
I had 12" sub woofer from my old car sitting downstairs, completely out of the way. Not sure what I was saving it for, but hey - it worked and it was kick ass.
Next time I saw it, she put this heavy ass crystal vase thing right on top of the speaker cone.
Needless to say the cone was completely smashed and ripped open.
I gave her an ass chewing on that one. I mean really, who the hell puts heavy ass shit right on top of a speaker cone?

payaso wrote:Being married is fun ain't it?

The only thing that keeps me alive is the hope for the ocassional sex, of which I've probably just blown any chance of this weekend with my recent outburst.

Due to the fact it was in the sacred space and not on the kitchen table etc. I'd probably open up the gates to hell.

my g/f has already been warned that when we move in together i will have a den. she's alowed to come in all she wants if she doesn't mind being ignored. but she isn't allowed to touch, clean, move, rearrange, tidy-up, dust, organize..... none-a-that shit...

sounds great huh?!

it won't happen that way though. i know she'll find a hole in the agreement somehow; they always do. [sigh] but DAMN it sounds great don't it!?

I get the same treatment... shit gets put in the oddest random places, and when I ask where it is, she says she doesn't know what I'm talking about... then when/if I finally find it and show her, she STILL has no memory of touching it.

My SE celled Nikko monster chassis disappeared over a year ago and hasn't been heard from since... I've given up on ever finding it.

Hmm , no wife for me thank god. But I do understand. I once started a scratchbuilt overland body , of landrover. And after about 2 weeks worth of work on the damn thing , it ended up at the bottom of the stairs in peices . I mean come on , wtf happened there. Well I didnt look at her for the next 3 days , she got the point. But man , I was waiting for a good time to reveal it aswell , so hadnt taken any pictures prior to the "accident".

Well I loose enough Crap on my own I blame her for it then find out most of the time I was the Dumb jerk that lost it!

My wife stays out of my work room and does not mess with my office if she takes something 99% of the time she tells me before she takes it. She has her own tools and takes care of them better then I do. The only thing we seem to both loose is Tape measures (for some oddball reason).

We have been married now for over 15 years and kinda have it all together now we only fight about Money and Family now. Its taken long enough but I have her trained um or she has me trained? Anyway we both know to leave each others stuff alone.

I think its ground for divorce.

I'm a total slob on the outside, but I like having my closet organized...My wife likes to keep things outwardly clean...But is a slob to the 10th power with putting shit in the closet. I mean you could literally have shit fall on you by opening the closet doors.

She's cool about not touching my shit though, so I'm thankful for that...Especially hearing the horror stories you guys are going through.

Doesn't make it any less tough to have to CONSTANTLY be putting shit away though. Since we have such a small place, I can't have my own room or area to put all my stuff...So I'm stuck with having to make do with makeshift areas temporarily (like making a work area on our small dining room table) then i have to pack it all away as soon as I'm done or else I get my ass chewed like she's a hungry dog and my ass is raw meat.

Nowadays I have to get really excited about wanting to do something to overcome the dread of all the setup and cleanup involved

Maybe you guys should work on a flat surface with small walls like me
If I have an unfinished project, my mom just lifts the entire work area out of the way and shelves it for me till the morning. She doesn't pick up after me, sometimes I'm just sleepy and go to bed, she asks me to move the stuff myself first. If I'm done, I do. If not, she swoops in after about 5 hrs of waiting for me to do it and clears the table. Our home is small too so I don't have a designated area.


Maxx

Well Dave this is da place to vent. We all need to vent about this shit sometimes.
We been married for 22 years and she has never, ever touched my Micros. She comments about how many I have but they're stored under the steps so they're not in the way. "Da Shop" I always put in the corner outta da way and everything goes in there so there's never a conflict. Besides she hardly ever comes down in Da Basement, that's my bomb shelter (when the bombs go off upstairs, I have a sanctuary).

being terminally single can get a man down.

stories like this are a real pick me up!

although i live with 4 cats so they often jump on my bench on the way to the window and knock shit over.
worst thing is there's no point arguing with them, they just look at you stupidly and say "food?"

Namuna wrote:I'm a total slob on the outside, but I like having my closet organized...My wife likes to keep things outwardly clean...But is a slob to the 10th power with putting shit in the closet. I mean you could

literally have shit fall on you by opening the closet doors.

You just described me and my wife perfectly.

Doesn't make it any less tough to have to CONSTANTLY be putting shit away though. Since we have such a small place, I can't have my own room or area to put all my stuff...So I'm stuck with having to make do with makeshift areas temporarily (like making a work area on our small dining room table) then i have to pack it all away as soon as I'm done or else I get my ass chewed like she's a hungry dog and my ass is raw meat.

That's the situation I was in. Then I got a little school desk for a couple bucks and designated that my work area. After a while though it became so cluttered with half finished projects, there was no room to work. So it became my storage area.

She has taken over the entire dining area with her craft area, I think I should be allowed a tiny corner of the bedroom for my mess.

betty.k wrote: lthough i live with 4 cats so they often jump on my bench on the way to the window and knock shit over.
worst thing is there's no point arguing with them, they just look at you stupidly and say "food?"

Two cats here, and they don't help the situation. I've been made an ass several times because it was the cats and not the wife.


Maxx, I tried that. I had a tray for making jewlry. Had a nice little work area, and little spots on the side to keep small parts organized. Its great because I can work on my lap in front of the TV, and when I'm done just close the lid. She cleaned it out for me, and I don't know where it is now.

DT, I wish I had a "bomb" shelter. My shelter is the john. Can't really work on bits in there. I might end up flushing an idler or something.




Well I sure am glad I vented about this here. Nice to know I'm not alone.

You know, I do appreciate her cleaning, and I've already apologized for chewing her ear off, but made it very clear, "Don't touch my shit!" or at least wait 'til I'm around.