They say opposites attract!  But is it always a good thing when they do?

Our biggest opposite is the fact that my husband is a talker.  He can talk for hours if he has someone to listen.  He’ll talk to anyone, strangers at the grocery store, telemarketers, workmen, the kids, and mostly me.  Over the years I’ve learned to tune him out when he goes off on one of his storytelling bits, as I’ve heard them all already.  I’ve learned when I need to nod and make the proper noises, meanwhile my mind is far, far away on other things.

I actually type more than I talk.  In person, I’m usually the one sitting quietly, only making the occasional smart remark.  But I love to write, as I can censor it.  I get all my thoughts out, and then go back and take out the parts that shouldn’t be said.  And end up happy with the final results.  When it comes to talking, it’s hard to delete something that actually slips out!

Lately, I’ve taken to informing my husband when he’s telling me a story he’s already told me over a hundred times.  Or I’ll start telling the story myself, because I know it word by word.  We usually end up laughing over it, and I get out of hearing the story yet again.

Over the years, we’ve been together for eight years now for the most part, I’ve taken some slack about how much my husband talks.  Right after we met, he prescription drugs online started working for my father’s construction company (yes, I know, I know, can we say nepotism? *wink*) after a few weeks my dad said something to me about his constant talking.  I tried to talk to my husband about it, but it didn’t go well.  He thought the guys enjoyed his talking, because the rest of the crew was always so silent.  About a year later, he seemed to have gotten the hint, or the other guys just learned to tune him out like I do, I’m not sure – but either way the complaints stopped.  And no, my dad never thought once about firing him because of it, he is a very hard worker and very good at what he did.

At the time I was working for a small land development company.  My boss was a lot like me, with not a lot to say.  We got along fine, we could work all day without a word being said that didn’t need to be, and it suited us.

His wife on the other hand, was just like my husband.  She could get going on any subject and just keep going and going and going.  Kind of like the energizer bunny!  So another point for opposites attracting I guess.  I asked how he dealt with her, like me – he learned to tune her out much like I do with my hubby.  He also claims to stand and make faces when she gets too bad, like spilling their entire life story to the cashier at the checkout counter.  Hmm…  Never thought of that, I usually just grab the cart and walk out while he keeps talking.

Then when our daughter started kindergarten this fall, her teacher taught them a little rhyme:  Zip it, Lock it, Put it in your pocket.

The teacher starts this rhyme when she wants the class to be quiet, the class does the little motions of zipping and locking their lips, and then putting the key in their pockets.  (Read more on kindergarten teachers and their funny little sayings here:  usa cialis href=”http://leigh3676.com/inside-my-head/515/the-main-ingredients” target=”_blank”>The Main Ingredients of a Kindergarten Teacher.)

So for the first few weeks of school, my daughter was always singing this little rhyme, and it got stuck in all our heads.  So whenever my husband would go off on one of his miles long talking sprees, I would start chanting this under my breath.  He usually got the hint pretty quickly and would wrap up his story.   Hey, I never said I was nice!

So what do you do about the Sir Talks a Lots in your life?