Today, being Jan. 3rd I started taking down the Christmas decorations. I started with the garland and bows, etc. from outside as it's supposed to rain and I wanted to get them stored while they were dry. That done, I came inside and looked around. The largest amount of things that needed stored was the little bears. Of course, when we brought out the storage box they all started hollering, "not me, not me." They tried to hide but I told them they had to go in the box until next Christmas and they could come out and watch the tree again. They wanted to know why they couldn't watch it during the rest of the year. I explained it was because the trees went into storage, too. There just wouldn't be a tree for them to watch. So, they are all stored in the storage tub and dr moved them out to the storage shed so they wouldn't be tempted to come out during the night. I was thinking about it and wondered if anyone else talked to inanimate objects or am I just strange. I haven't gotten all the decorations put away but I didn't get them out in one day and there is always tomorrow when it's also going to rain. Only thing, they'll set in their storage tubs until the rain stops because we aren't carrying them across the wet yard to the storage shed. dooley
Oh no Dooley. you aren't strange... or, well then so am I. I am guilty of talking to and personifying all kinds of objects. From stuffed animals, to plants, to, well just about anything. My Bob says it is one of the quirky things he loves about me. I was just asking the turkey planter on the deck if he was cold.
Oh, yes, I talk to inanimate objects (and animate ones, too!). When the lawn mower won't start on the first pull, it gets a good conversation. Also when I bump my shins on the chicken coop door, that door gets a good talking-to. Actually I think I cuss at inanimate objects more than just converse. My inanimates are nearly as cute as your bears, Dooley. If they were, I'd probably be a nicer conversationalist.
Oh yes I do that too. Otherwise I would get lonely being along all day long. LOL I must add that they don't ever talk back to me.
Talk to inanimate objects - me? Well of course I do. Furniture, kitchen equipement, garden tools, plants - you name it I'll blether away to it. I'm on my own most of the time too so it's nice to hear a human voice even if it is only my own. I did get rather depressed about a week ago though when I had Laryngitis. (Due to a viral infection not too much chatting - honest) I didn't have anyone to listen to for about twelve hours a day. Thankfully my voice has now come back although I think I must have swallowed a sheet of sandpaper in my sleep as it's so rough.
I just done talking to coffee pot."Will You Hurry Up" Sandy our Lab just looked at me-and went back to sleep on couch.
Count me in as one that talks to anything. Just yesterday, I thanked the sun for shining and the clouds for staying away. Co-workers have gotten used to me doing it too. One will walk by and say "Talking to yourself again?" I said "No... I'm talking to this pen, paper, computer, etc. Talking to myself would be just plain nuts."
My hubby is a long hauler and gone for days at a time. This week I've been talking to a 6 year old and I think I'm going batty. I can't do another cartoon or coloring book. By the way, he is finally eating and he goes home tonight. I'm chilling the wine already that is if I can stay awake.
I think that women must talk to inanimate objects more than men because Sjoerd is the only one who owned up to it. But, dr talks to the bears and a few other things, too. dooley
