Having the last word...

Am I a "know-it-all?" Do I always have to win an argument or have the last word? This is really on my brain right now. I find myself often dishing out advice, generally it is asked of me, but at times I know I need to have the last word. Today at work I found myself with a 1 out of 2 "win" with disgruntled patients. No specifics to mention, but I'm sitting here thinking to myself, "how could I have handled this better?" I think I need better negotiating/listening/problem solving skills with angered individuals. Hell I need better skills with happy individuals. Even in my marriage there are days that I know that serpent tongue of mine can lash out and whip Kent across the face. It's a tactic I've learned throughout the years to protect myself, but one that I'm not always proud of.

I had some pretty good revelations today about what I consider "fact finding" but might very well come across as "condescending or rude" to the recipient. Kent and I have been heavily weighing our options when it comes to housing. We are keeping our triplex and will be moving this spring/summer. Do we rent, do we somehow buy? Well it appeared renting was our only option but I smelled some creativity out of Kent recently as he has been scouring RedFin like mad. Last week-end we went to a few open houses and holy shit it is going to suck to leave my awesome place and live in a crap hole. Look at this beauty Kent made...



Back to reality...There is nothing like a real estate agent explaining a home as "a great opportunity for someone with contractor skills." The fine print on that comment..shit hole that I will more than likely live in. When I said "I do" to Kent, I also said I do to contractor visions and nightmare projects. Kent is awesome though and I know he has our best interests at heart. We struggle a bit with my vision not being so keen as his and my constant questioning of "how" and the disbelief that the vision is possible. I know that Kent and I have different communication styles as I'm a lady and he's a man. I might need to pick up The Male Factor, a new book on Amazon. It talks more about relationships in the workplace between men and women, but it generally all boils down to communication styles and perceptions.

I'm sort of rambling a bit today, but there is a definite swirl up in this brain. I don't want to be a know-it-all. I'd like to be thought of as determined, compassionate, educated and concise. Generally though I'm pretty damn emotional and that gets the best of me. I use to be so cool, now I frickin' get hives on my chest. I must remember if I become a negotiator to wear a turtle neck...but sometimes those damn cheeks of mine get flushed too! Oh..the travesty of having passion (aka an opinion that I damn well want you to understand).

Other than my know-it-all attitude things have been pretty calm and nice around the Davis household. We are still rockin' our fitness. Yesterday we met at the stairs and I did 5 sets, that's 1250 stairs up and down, or the equivalent of 62 flights of stairs. That is no joke people. I thought I was going to die on my last 50. Oh, and I didn't mention the running in between the sets. I'm weighing myself tomorrow, but I'm already a winner as I know my body is smaller. My new fat pants (recent purchases) are a bit looser. My lady business should be kicking in soon and then that drama starts. It has been so nice to not have that rolling around in my brain and those bad, bad drugs playing with my passion, ahem, emotions. We are leaving President's Day Week-end for Palm Springs so if my business doesn't come by early next week, we won't be timed right for an IUI, so then we will skip another cycle. I'm not happy about it, but this vacation was planned a long time ago and I see a big yellow ball in the sky and a heated pool with my name all over it.