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So how ya doin’? Don’t ask.

My fellow blogger “Hubby Diaries” wrote a post this week totally abusing her husband for having a “man cold” or “man flu.”

I know that stories are legendary among our female companions of men turning into total babies at the first hint of a sniffle or cough. I hope I’m not one of those. I typically come down with one cold a year, which usually degenerates into bronchitis. I try to ignore it for several weeks in the expectation my immune system will do what it is supposed to do and just make it go away. (What’s the point of all those little antibodies if they’re not doing their job?) Eventually, I end up at the doctor’s office to get a prescription for an antibiotic.  When I do run a fever and feel lousy, I just snuggle down on the couch and apologize to Mrs. Poolman for being such poor company.

However, for those members of the gentle sex who like to make fun of their ailing partners, I have a question. Which is worse – the occasional “man flu baby” or the chronic “I’m always feeling bad” whiner?

None of my male-friends ever complains about the way they feel.

“Hey, man, what happened to you?”

“Well, I coughed up a lung and left it in the passenger seat of my car, but I still have one left so I’m cool. So, what d’ya think about the game last night?”

On the other hand, I know any number of women for whom complaining about aches, pains and discomforts is a way of life.

“Hey, Mary, how are you?”

“Oh, I haven’t slept well in a week. My back aches. My neck hurts. I may be coming down with a migraine. And I think my uterus fell out last night. You know my doctor says I have a very sensitive disposition.”

I have several friends with whom I am very careful to never ask how they are. It’s not that I don’t care. Well, maybe it is. It’s just that, unless someone really is seriously ill or injured, the expression, “How are you?” is just a casual greeting, not a request for a health inventory.

Whatever you do, you must never react or respond to the complaints. To do so would only encourage them and subject you to a lengthy health history and prognosis.

“I really think these are all symptoms of dengue fever. I may have only days to live.”

“So, do you guys want to catch a movie tonight, or what?”

Here’s to hoping your 2012 is a healthy one! To quote another blog-friend, Terri, “Life is good!”

Good weekend!

We had a good, if not very exciting weekend.

Thewinning field goal.

The winning field goal.

That is, unless you count the Florida-Arkansas game yesterday. The Gators pulled out a game they deserved to lose. They gave up four fumbles (2 in the redzone) and six sacks. They got the “W” but not without a lot of angst, especially here in Gator Central-Savannah.

It was a home game for Florida, but we let our nephew, niece and her husband use our tickets, and we stayed home. I’m on the backside of that bronchitis, and really needed to just hang out and take it easy for a day.

Poolboy, his GF, his roommate, Writer Princess and SIL all came over to watch the game. That was nice. We threw a couple of London Broil’s on the grill after the game and had a nice dinner before they all headed out for other Saturday night plans.  SIL is a  big Georgia Tech fan, so he ate dinner in front of the TV watching that game. I was the good FIL and watched the game with him. A big sacrifice for family unity. (Ha!)

Today, I actually made it to 11:15 mass for the second time in three weeks. This afternoon I shampooed the carpet in our bedroom. That is the only room in the house that still has carpet. We put hardwood-laminate in all the living areas about 7 years ago. I did that work myself. I don’t want to do it again. It took all darn summer.  We have tile in the other bedrooms, but carpet still in ours. Between animals sleeping there and general use, it was really nasty. Ugly job but it needed to be done. I think we need to go ahead and finish off the wood flooring in all the remaining bedrooms.

I’m going to grill some chicken for dinner this evening and then an early bed. Back to work tomorrow.

Ciao!