Heh heh, Alesia! That's great! And you must share the vanilla-almond burrito story!

As for the list... He can change the oil on a car, but the concept of separating whites and colors completely confounds him.

How about that all three of them know instinctively how to work the DVD player, stereo and cable set-up, but are confounded by the workings of the washing machine and dryer we've had for THIRTEEN YEARS?

Eileen R

I think we need to start a wives of engineers support group. I'm married to an EE too. My vocabulary has expanded immensely since being with him.

I can go "uh huh" to most of these, but I'm drawing a blank at thinking up any new ones.

Um, Eileen? That sounds like a case of: "Let's pretend we can't do this so Mom will!" You have to be RUTHLESS. LOL.

Nicole, that's pretty funny! I seem to know a lot of creative people married to engineers. I guess we need *somebody* in the family who can fix things when they break? :)

Sign me in as someone now with an Engineer. Cowboy's degree is in Computer Science and Electrical Engineering. To be completely honest, I am sometimes shocked at the little improvements he makes to how things work around here. He had me hook, link and sinker when he constructed a special tool for me to pound in the stakes for the kids' soccer banners (I am ALWAYS the Banner Mom) that makes it impossible for me to smash my own thumb.

Eileen R

How come guys never remember that the kids need fed? I could be gone for an entire day and get home at midnight and my children would greet me at the door and say "Whats for dinner?"

And when I ask why the kids weren't fed the answer always was, "I wasn't hungry."

So guys have a one track mind and women are great at multi-tasking.

Mine is capable of deftly prosecuting a multi-million dollar lawsuit, and yet he needs step-by-step instructions on how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for our son.

Navy Guy says he takes umbrage on the part of all husbands, and points out that we would have no working household appliances were it not for him . . .
(Sadly, he has a point)

Oo, oo, me too! *waving hand frantically* Mine never remembered to feed the kids either! Used to drive me crazyy--I finally had to teach the little darlings to make their own food so that they would survive into their teen years--hmmm, what was I THINKING?!! LOL! ANd the thing about not knowing their sizes--he does the LAUNDRY, for Pete's sake, yet he piles all of the girls' clothes on a chair because he has no idea who wears what and what size is whose! He also hates the fact that I am on the computer all the time, but he is the first one to say "After dinner I need you to look up..." He is a contrary old cuss, but I still gotta love him--says so in my marriage vows, darn it! *wink*

Here is an example of how guys are different. I had a guy friend named Don that lived with me for several years. A couple of years ago, we had friends visiting from out of town. I had somplace else I had to be on a Friday night, so I ordered pizza for everyone, had dinner, and was on my way out the door. My visiting friend says - "Hey Don, put away the clean dishes and I'll wash the dirty ones." His response was - "I don't know where they go."

We had been in living in the house for 3 years!

(And it's not like I cooked for him or anything. If you know which cabinet to go to to get the dishes out to use, how come you don't know which cabinet to put them away in????)

OK, my guy's great, feeds the kids and everything, but he's also a former engineer...which means he can't explain anything without a pencil and a napkin handy. Households with engineers should get discounts on paper napkins.

Okay, I'm married to a physicist/computer programmer, so while not an engineer "per se," pretty darn close.

He's working on his own book and I'm editing, so I'm getting an interesting insight into what he thinks women are like. For instance, whenever his heroine is "flirting" (I think that's what she's trying to do), she giggles. I told him there are other words for laughing and by the way, women don't "giggle" all the time.

Other ways men are different:

Mauve is a completely different language, as it taupe, cream, and any color word other than a primary or secondary color.

The idea of painting a wall something other than white or a synonym of the above mentioned cream is down right frightening.

It is not out of the realm of possibility (or likelihood, sometimes) to wear the same t-shirt to work, bed and work the next day, but complaining that he never has enough socks or underwear when he has more than the rest of the family combined.

Napkins are optional at the dinner table because, "I don't make a mess."

PMS is something that can be solved with a "there, there."

These are hilarious!! And so, so true! :)
Thanks for sharing!
hugs,
Alesia

Oh Patient One is something computery and is generally a smart kind of guy. He remembers things that have not been relevant for twenty years in perfect detail (like what the home telephone number of our ex-we've-had-ten-more-since-then home was), but he suffers from "putitdownitus."

I, on the other hand, have difficulty remembering what our current home telephone number is (possibly because we've had so many over the years), but I do suffer from "whatgotputwhereitus."

So...

Oh Patient One: "I can't find my keys."

Me: "They're on the table in the kitchen."