A liberating experience
I must admit that I am one of those women... a do it yourself in many ways. I handle my own finances (or lack of) not well, might I add... but I handle it. I have a mind of my own and the ability to use to my advantage both a black lace bra and many power tools, if you add both together the results are usually quite great.
Beyond all of those things I still got married. Yes, some would say that Big Daddy and I have an odd relationship because I do some of these things... and he lets me. But, it works for us.
Don't get me wrong I am not a butch who needs to flex her muscles at every given moment. Believe me you, just because I can change the tire on my own car doesn't mean I want to! My cell phone works way quicker than me with a tire jack.
Above all of that there is one thing in my life that I never conquered.... and have never been really given the opportunity to conqure. It resides out of doors and creates heaps of "man meat" as some would say. It is what most families know as a Bar-B-Q. We own one, I know we own one, I know where it resides... but other than that, I've never really had a use for it. It gets used but I usually just reach over and hand the plate full of raw meat out the door to get it back in fine broiled fashion ready for my consumption.
Tonight I am woman hear me roar... I broadend my horizions. I was scared as hell to do so too. I would rather build a fire from flint and kindling than light the monstrosity. But with Big Daddy off at swimming with the dudes I had to step up to the plate. It was a life changing moment. I lit the bar-b-q all on my own. I even had to do so more than once as it was windy out and kept blowing out. But I must say by the time Big Daddy arrived home I even had some weiners starting to cook on there.
It was liberating. Its good to know that if I were on my own in the wild with a propane fueled bar-b-q I would survive. It really is mind easing.... nah, just liberating. Don't worry, if you pop over I wont be burning my bra. I am not that wacked... yet.
Beyond all of those things I still got married. Yes, some would say that Big Daddy and I have an odd relationship because I do some of these things... and he lets me. But, it works for us.
Don't get me wrong I am not a butch who needs to flex her muscles at every given moment. Believe me you, just because I can change the tire on my own car doesn't mean I want to! My cell phone works way quicker than me with a tire jack.
Above all of that there is one thing in my life that I never conquered.... and have never been really given the opportunity to conqure. It resides out of doors and creates heaps of "man meat" as some would say. It is what most families know as a Bar-B-Q. We own one, I know we own one, I know where it resides... but other than that, I've never really had a use for it. It gets used but I usually just reach over and hand the plate full of raw meat out the door to get it back in fine broiled fashion ready for my consumption.
Tonight I am woman hear me roar... I broadend my horizions. I was scared as hell to do so too. I would rather build a fire from flint and kindling than light the monstrosity. But with Big Daddy off at swimming with the dudes I had to step up to the plate. It was a life changing moment. I lit the bar-b-q all on my own. I even had to do so more than once as it was windy out and kept blowing out. But I must say by the time Big Daddy arrived home I even had some weiners starting to cook on there.
It was liberating. Its good to know that if I were on my own in the wild with a propane fueled bar-b-q I would survive. It really is mind easing.... nah, just liberating. Don't worry, if you pop over I wont be burning my bra. I am not that wacked... yet.
posted by Jessica @ 9:34 PM
2 Comments:
At 6:09 PM ,
Shar-Lee said...
Lol thanks for the giggle... I find it amusing what we can do on our own when the men are off in the woods hunting and gathering.. yet if he's within ear shot and I see a spider, I'm up on the chair squealing... who kills the spider in Dana's absence... why me of course!
At 6:09 PM ,
Shar-Lee said...
P.S. Don't tell him I can kill spiders or he may actually make me do it even when he's home!
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