RUBbette Wives & Housework, si man

[Gary and Alla 3,696]

restocked my kitchen with new hotmats and dish towels pre-wife

let's just say i'm not the one that added the dark racing stripes to the hotmats/ dish towels ....

And anything is left? I think there is virtually nothing left in this house "pre-wife"...or in Slim's case, "antebellum"

[Gary and Alla 3,696]

I love a refrigerator full of soup pots.

Yes and most of them have...what is it?

"For soup"

But WHAT is it?

"Water which I boiled the pork in"

When will you make...

"Leave it alone, do not throw it out!"

[natty bumppo 297]

And anything is left? I think there is virtually nothing left in this house "pre-wife"...or in Slim's case, "antebellum"

there is actually quite a bit left pre-wife ... while she may not have made the same choices I made ... she can live with it. besides it costs lots of $$$ to replace the stuff.

new stuff she chooses.

i just share my opinion and she either listens and modifies to a more middle ground (no mans land) ... or not (she has already told me what is going to be)

man cave stuff (the room she lets me think is mine) which includes tools, firearms (she hasn't added her own yet ... is currently content with what i have to shoot), etc. she lets alone

[slim 1,533]

or in Slim's case, "antebellum"

That is correct.

[TBoneTX 48,148]

man cave stuff (the room she lets me think is mine)

Where's the +1,000 button, huh man?

[Gary and Alla 3,696]

there is actually quite a bit left pre-wife ... while she may not have made the same choices I made ... she can live with it. besides it costs lots of $$$ to replace the stuff.

new stuff she chooses.

i just share my opinion and she either listens and modifies to a more middle ground (no mans land) ... or not (she has already told me what is going to be)

man cave stuff (the room she lets me think is mine) which includes tools, firearms (she hasn't added her own yet ... is currently content with what i have to shoot), etc. she lets alone

I have my gun room/reloading room in the basement, Nice room which was added when they added the enclosed porch to the house, kind of a separate room. I do not think Alla goes in there much, almost never when I am here. Maybe just to get some ammunition if she goes shooting by herself. She does not clean it, that's for sure. The whole ammunition reloading thing still kind of amazes her. I think more that Americans have all this stuff stashed in teir basements and garages to make ammunition and that we DO make our own is still a strange concept to her.

[natty bumppo 297]

I have my gun room/reloading room in the basement, Nice room which was added when they added the enclosed porch to the house, kind of a separate room. I do not think Alla goes in there much, almost never when I am here. Maybe just to get some ammunition if she goes shooting by herself. She does not clean it, that's for sure. The whole ammunition reloading thing still kind of amazes her. I think more that Americans have all this stuff stashed in teir basements and garages to make ammunition and that we DO make our own is still a strange concept to her.

i do miss basements. everything here is on a slab.

reloading ammo can be therapeutic and a bit of a QC challenge as well. being able to get the best accuracy by tuning the load to the firearm is also a strange concept to some people. nothing like showing someone how a different load can change the POI without messing with the sights. that and dialing in a load to get the group from 1-2 MOA to connecting the dots ....

[Gary and Alla 3,696]

i do miss basements. everything here is on a slab.

reloading ammo can be therapeutic and a bit of a QC challenge as well. being able to get the best accuracy by tuning the load to the firearm is also a strange concept to some people. nothing like showing someone how a different load can change the POI without messing with the sights. that and dialing in a load to get the group from 1-2 MOA to connecting the dots ....

I used to handload everything I shot. I went decades without a factory load going through any of my guns. Now, I reload shotshells because we use so many that it is silly not to. I keep the shotshell loaders set up for ONE target load for each guage and never changes anything except perhaps shot size. I use mostly number 9 shot for skeet. I have a framework arrangement on my bench that a corresponding base board on the loader slides into. It locks with a pin. All home made in my woodshop, of course. Pull out the pin, slide out the loader and slide in another guage loader. I have 5 machines and they store under the bench. 12, 16, 20, 28 and .410. I actually have another 16 ga loader, a very old one, 1950's style for paper shells originally. I have a Browning A5 Sweet 16 that needs 2-9/16" shells, very old Browning, 4 digit serial number. I slide shells into a piece of 3/4" copper pipe, cut to that length, trim off the shell and load them on this machine, but I rarely use it. The gun and the loader are hand me downs from my Dad, he was a 16 ga. nut!

I handload for obsolete calibers for obvious reasons. I also handload for competition shooting because I am an uber-####### SOB about match ammo for no good reason other than my own confidence. But for "blasting ammo" and for "SHTF stock" I have bunches of Wolf and Tula cheap factory ammo in the more popular calibers. I have three single stage presses. An RCBS Jr., my first press dating from about 1970, an RCBS Rockchucker, circa about 1980 and a Lyman Orange Crusher for the really long cases like the .45-2 7/8". I use the Rockchucker 90% of the time.

We were out the other day and Alla says "I need to stop at the gunshop for a box of 9's" 9's? "Yeah 9mm ammo" For what? "I am trading this guy in class for a book I need and he has a 9mm pistol, he said he would trade it for a box of ammo" I can load 9mm, I have the dies, but I have no 9mm pistol anymore, so I have no components. I bought a Berreta M9 when they came out with them, figuring if it was good enough for Uncle Sam, it was good enough for me. Wrong. Uncle Sam does some stupid sh*t! I used it as a down payment on the Kimber Ultra CDP .45

[natty bumppo 297]

I used to handload everything I shot. I went decades without a factory load going through any of my guns. Now, I reload shotshells because we use so many that it is silly not to. I keep the shotshell loaders set up for ONE target load for each guage and never changes anything except perhaps shot size. I use mostly number 9 shot for skeet. I have a framework arrangement on my bench that a corresponding base board on the loader slides into. It locks with a pin. All home made in my woodshop, of course. Pull out the pin, slide out the loader and slide in another guage loader. I have 5 machines and they store under the bench. 12, 16, 20, 28 and .410. I actually have another 16 ga loader, a very old one, 1950's style for paper shells originally. I have a Browning A5 Sweet 16 that needs 2-9/16" shells, very old Browning, 4 digit serial number. I slide shells into a piece of 3/4" copper pipe, cut to that length, trim off the shell and load them on this machine, but I rarely use it. The gun and the loader are hand me downs from my Dad, he was a 16 ga. nut!

I handload for obsolete calibers for obvious reasons. I also handload for competition shooting because I am an uber-####### SOB about match ammo for no good reason other than my own confidence. But for "blasting ammo" and for "SHTF stock" I have bunches of Wolf and Tula cheap factory ammo in the more popular calibers. I have three single stage presses. An RCBS Jr., my first press dating from about 1970, an RCBS Rockchucker, circa about 1980 and a Lyman Orange Crusher for the really long cases like the .45-2 7/8". I use the Rockchucker 90% of the time.

We were out the other day and Alla says "I need to stop at the gunshop for a box of 9's" 9's? "Yeah 9mm ammo" For what? "I am trading this guy in class for a book I need and he has a 9mm pistol, he said he would trade it for a box of ammo" I can load 9mm, I have the dies, but I have no 9mm pistol anymore, so I have no components. I bought a Berreta M9 when they came out with them, figuring if it was good enough for Uncle Sam, it was good enough for me. Wrong. Uncle Sam does some stupid sh*t! I used it as a down payment on the Kimber Ultra CDP .45

I also used to handload everything. for the more common calibers, did a quick evaluation of available time to reload, component availability, and current pricing for factory ammo and decided to simply keep a good inventory of factory stuff on-hand and watch pricing. just had to find something the firearm(s) liked to digest. still have the ability to handload the common stuff if the mood hits me. I can either use the rcbs rc or crank it out on the dillon.

now for the obsolete or bpcr … that is strictly handload on the rcbs. a friend has made a bp drop tube setup for her dillon to load 45-2.1 and 40-2.5ss. it's pretty cool. got to use it a few times and it does a decent job of getting the powder into the case. having the case cleaned + de-primed and ready to begin is a must. do need to pay attention and make sure the wad is placed over the powder (it's that extra step not used in smokeless … ).

[TBoneTX 48,148]

Yesterday marked a week since we returned Mrs. T-B.'s aunt to Ecuador after 3 weeks that felt like 8, aarrgh man.

Rule of Life: Never, EVER allow more than one Ecuatoriana in a house for longer than a same-day visit, no man.

During said visit, Mrs. T-B. and Aunt-Mrs.-T-B. created, in nonstop fashion, every conceivable kind of noxious native-Ecuadorian foodstuff, palatable to and edible only by them, in multiple cauldrons on the stove. The exhaust fan remained a mystery, so the poison gases permeated the house -- through the A/C system, when the dwelling was not maintained at the constant 85 degrees F. that appears to suit every Ecuatoriana. The pollution rose to the ceiling, and the heavy-water vapor swirled at ankle level -- indeed, at times, the cat herself disappeared for hours amidst the gassy, gassy dew.

As is apparently every Ecuatoriana's wont, every dish and utensil in the house was used for every kitchen project, at least thrice daily, and fice on Sundays. Splatters -- nay man, puddles -- of culinary creation lay like patchwork on every square foot of kitchen-counter and kitchen-floor space that was not occupied by heaping stacks of cookware soiled with congealed -- nay man, vulcanized -- detritus. Colanders writhed unwashed with slimy tentacles of innumerable, innominate native vegetables and spices. Sponges and scrubbers lay crushed and forlorn at sink bottom, bloated to twice their size with layer upon layer of gross #######.

The evil female cackling continued, unabated, until the merriment ended with the blessed advent of return-air-ticket and surrender-of-I-94 time.

After taking the better part of this week to re-scrub and re-wash every plate and utensil to gringo standards (requiring the liberal -- nay man, lavish -- use of carbon tetrachloride in most instances), I finally reorganized the silverware drawer and found therein an ample colony of chickpeas, smashed and subsequently congealed, where the tablespoons had resided in happier times.

Is this the same with multiple RUBbettes, huh man?

[Gary and Alla 3,696]

Yesterday marked a week since we returned Mrs. T-B.'s aunt to Ecuador after 3 weeks that felt like 8, aarrgh man.

Rule of Life: Never, EVER allow more than one Ecuatoriana in a house for longer than a same-day visit, no man.

During said visit, Mrs. T-B. and Aunt-Mrs.-T-B. created, in nonstop fashion, every conceivable kind of noxious native-Ecuadorian foodstuff, palatable to and edible only by them, in multiple cauldrons on the stove. The exhaust fan remained a mystery, so the poison gases permeated the house -- through the A/C system, when the dwelling was not maintained at the constant 85 degrees F. that appears to suit every Ecuatoriana. The pollution rose to the ceiling, and the heavy-water vapor swirled at ankle level -- indeed, at times, the cat herself disappeared for hours amidst the gassy, gassy dew.

As is apparently every Ecuatoriana's wont, every dish and utensil in the house was used for every kitchen project, at least thrice daily, and fice on Sundays. Splatters -- nay man, puddles -- of culinary creation lay like patchwork on every square foot of kitchen-counter and kitchen-floor space that was not occupied by heaping stacks of cookware soiled with congealed -- nay man, vulcanized -- detritus. Colanders writhed unwashed with slimy tentacles of innumerable, innominate native vegetables and spices. Sponges and scrubbers lay crushed and forlorn at sink bottom, bloated to twice their size with layer upon layer of gross #######.

The evil female cackling continued, unabated, until the merriment ended with the blessed advent of return-air-ticket and surrender-of-I-94 time.

After taking the better part of this week to re-scrub and re-wash every plate and utensil to gringo standards (requiring the liberal -- nay man, lavish -- use of carbon tetrachloride in most instances), I finally reorganized the silverware drawer and found therein an ample colony of chickpeas, smashed and subsequently congealed, where the tablespoons had resided in happier times.

Is this the same with multiple RUBbettes, huh man?

I think yes. We will find out. I get along famously with my MIL but Alla and her fight like cats and dogs. As you know the RUB woman is the head of the house, it is HER house, I am allowed to live there. The problem comes in with two RUB women is they BOTH think they are the head of the house. I stay out of that, safely. We have filed an I-130 for Alla's mom so it should be interesting. I am told we will need a bigger house and her mom will need more or less separate "quarters" The room of the garage idea, I am told, is not satisfactory. I think we are going to be looking for a place with a MIL apartment. Or maybe just getting her a small apartment nearby

[TBoneTX 48,148]

I think yes. We will find out. I get along famously with my MIL but Alla and her fight like cats and dogs. As you know the RUB woman is the head of the house, it is HER house, I am allowed to live there. The problem comes in with two RUB women is they BOTH think they are the head of the house. I stay out of that, safely. We have filed an I-130 for Alla's mom so it should be interesting. I am told we will need a bigger house and her mom will need more or less separate "quarters" The room of the garage idea, I am told, is not satisfactory. I think we are going to be looking for a place with a MIL apartment. Or maybe just getting her a small apartment nearby

Divide and conquer, si man. I have a feeling that RUBbettes are tougher to live with than Ecuatorianas.

Anyone else, huh man?

[Brad and Vika 129]

Divide and conquer, si man. I have a feeling that RUBbettes are tougher to live with than Ecuatorianas.

Anyone else, huh man?

My MIL is a looooong way from moving here (no pun intended). She and Vika get along fine, but I think Vika came from MIL's house recently enough that the pecking order isn't as muddled. They do clash from time to time, but my Russian gets really bad when that happens, and I am completely unable to help or mediate . They usually work it out with MIL scolding and the missus sulking for awhile, but sometimes the reverse. They generally seem to enjoy each others company though, and I can totally see them living in the same house.

[Gary and Alla 3,696]

My MIL is a looooong way from moving here (no pun intended). She and Vika get along fine, but I think Vika came from MIL's house recently enough that the pecking order isn't as muddled. They do clash from time to time, but my Russian gets really bad when that happens, and I am completely unable to help or mediate . They usually work it out with MIL scolding and the missus sulking for awhile, but sometimes the reverse. They generally seem to enjoy each others company though, and I can totally see them living in the same house.

The issue comes in for us when it is ALLA's house the MIL is giving orders in. Alla has her own place, and has for years, and of course OUR house is "Alla's" house so no one has any say in it but her. She bought her mother her own flat across the street so she could be "boss" of her own house, but there was no one there to be boss of, so she came over every morning and took over Alla's place.

Now to be fair, Alla was out of town a lot with her job so Momma just kind of took over, except for problems which she always bombarded Alla with when Alla returned.

Perhaps, just perhaps, it will be easier when I am there to handle the burned out light bulbs, clogged toilets, leaky sinks, etc. Alla says it is one of the best things about me is she no longer has to worry about that stuff (which in Ukraine meant calling the local alcoholic plumber or electrician and waiting for him to arrive)We also seem to have a lot less of those problems in our house than one experiences in 55 year old Stalin Bunkers.

There was also issues of the children, who were chioldren at the time and now are not. So maybe a lot of the flashpoints have been removed. Alla does not think so "You do not know my mother! She is still the Soviet District Engineer and everyone works for her...she is like a Marshall Zhukov!"

[Gary and Alla 3,696]

My MIL is a looooong way from moving here (no pun intended). She and Vika get along fine, but I think Vika came from MIL's house recently enough that the pecking order isn't as muddled. They do clash from time to time, but my Russian gets really bad when that happens, and I am completely unable to help or mediate . They usually work it out with MIL scolding and the missus sulking for awhile, but sometimes the reverse. They generally seem to enjoy each others company though, and I can totally see them living in the same house.

I'm with you Brad! Stay FAR away from that stuff! So far I am the good guy to both of them and fortunately Alla does not ask me to take sides, which would actually be asking for my opinion of how to run the house...which she won't do Thank you God! I'll just be ober here fixing the toilet.