tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post2777500348954290590..comments2024-01-26T03:40:17.625-05:00Comments on The Fourth Frog Blog: What is it with the garage?Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12547679169487196540noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-27336913006695899022009-10-31T02:40:21.569-04:002009-10-31T02:40:21.569-04:00@lighthousegal - You'd get my vote if I were o...@lighthousegal - You'd get my vote if I were on that jury!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12547679169487196540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-37621443446691628592009-10-31T02:39:56.454-04:002009-10-31T02:39:56.454-04:00@Gotchababy - Do you know it was BgKahuna who insp...@Gotchababy - Do you know it was BgKahuna who inspired this post? And btw, he claims he's not a garage man. True?Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12547679169487196540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-90149710308171511902009-10-31T00:47:20.359-04:002009-10-31T00:47:20.359-04:00We live in the historic district of our city, wher...We live in the historic district of our city, where garages are few and far between. Those garages started out as stables and buggy houses and lucky are the few that still have them. Because, you know, they can put all their junk out there and park their cars in their alley parking spaces.<br /><br />The former owner tore down our buggy house, which had fallen into sad disrepair. He spread around a bunch of gravel and made plenty of room for a turn-around. It's also great when we have company. But we have nowhere to put all our junk, except for the basement. And for some reason, my husband doesn't seem to feel that cleaning out the basement has quite the cachet of cleaning out the garage.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13585609641158766024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-55779609089142221422009-10-30T23:19:23.795-04:002009-10-30T23:19:23.795-04:00I figured out this week (as I was hauling stuff ou...I figured out this week (as I was hauling stuff out of the garage to give away) that our garage is BgKahuna's closet. Not the clothes closet, but that closet with all the randomness life on this planet contains. Because I've taken all the closets INSIDE. Ha!Michelle@Gotchababyhttp://www.gotchababy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-43482219036671429362009-10-30T22:27:21.671-04:002009-10-30T22:27:21.671-04:00I had to laugh out loud when I read this post beca...I had to laugh out loud when I read this post because, YES, it must be a man thing! I can't tell you how many times Jason has walked over clothes laying on the bedroom floor, passed the sink overflowing with dirty dishes and through the laundry room with piles of clothes to be washed, to get to the garage that he "has" to organize and clean...for the 5th time that month.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-63882636213202571462009-10-30T16:59:13.756-04:002009-10-30T16:59:13.756-04:00@MikeMagan - Whoa! Thanks for taking down the mood...@MikeMagan - Whoa! Thanks for taking down the mood of a light-hearted post. And for dealing with the mice.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06168239126943648432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-46086448223336814052009-10-30T16:00:35.885-04:002009-10-30T16:00:35.885-04:00I suppose you could say that our garage is an apt ...I suppose you could say that our garage is an apt analogy about how I see our marriage. While there are parts that could be a little cleaner and more straightened, I personally feel comfortable in all of its corners at any time and I don't worry about what might possibly be there on rare occasions. <br /><br />When you say its cold, I'll do what I can to warm it up. If you are scared something or someone is out there, I will go and check it out. <br /><br />When it is snowing, raining or bitter cold outside you don't have to worry because your car is always in the garage and closest to the door. <br /><br />If the garage door is blocked by stuff you moved out of your trunk and onto the garage floor - I am the one to take it back in the house to redistribute it.<br /><br />Perhaps wives should stop trying to figure out what men do out there and actually thank them for the things they have already been doing.Mike Maganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110681803797173850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-78451717281183586762009-10-30T15:59:21.920-04:002009-10-30T15:59:21.920-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Mike Maganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110681803797173850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-21472509792455222842009-10-30T15:50:26.959-04:002009-10-30T15:50:26.959-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Mike Maganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110681803797173850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-26712550760466472009-10-30T12:16:44.211-04:002009-10-30T12:16:44.211-04:00DH decided that yesterday and last night were good...DH decided that yesterday and last night were good times to work on cleaning out the garage - you know, when we are watching the neighbor's child after school while I still have work (you know the kind you get paid for and pay the mortgage with)to do, then last night after we went and picked up Papa Murphy's pizza that still has to bake and the girls still have homework, and the girls don't have their word hats done, and the timer is going off for the pizza and the girls have revolted and are running around naked and that they don't want to do their homework, then while JB is getting help from me EB is screaming (yes screaming) that all I do is pay attention to JB because I always help JB with her homework and never help EB, and the pizza is still not out of the oven and is getting ready to burn - and DH saunters in and asks if I want to see what he has done. Do think this whole scenario would be a valid defense for murder?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-933205011038630788.post-84950487460008916432009-10-30T12:12:29.695-04:002009-10-30T12:12:29.695-04:00I hate the garage. And I am not allowed to clean i...I hate the garage. And I am not allowed to clean it...cuz my idea of cleaning it is emptying it of everything I don't recognize the value of...so it's full of crap I could live without, but Mr Wonderful holds onto for dear life.<br />And it's always in disarray b/c my son and his friends are always in there too. Ugh. I slowly toss things out when noone is looking...one day I WILL have a clean garage...mwahhaahahahMomzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01078211684662158122noreply@blogger.com