Such a .....man!
This weekend, I was tasked with roto-tilling part of our front yard and digging a trench for a future sprinkler system. In my way were two old concrete post pilings and several haole koa roots, which grow down nearly proportional to the height of the bush/tree/weed/above ground pest that it is. Faced with the prospect of a long, laborous weekend of picking, shoveling, and digging, I did what any man would do. I walked 5 doors down to my neighbor's house (who just so happens to run a small equipment rental company). 20 minutes later, I was happily digging away with a much bigger shovel.
The concrete was up, the roots were gone, that old stump on the other side of the yard was history, and I was ready to proceed with the light trenching. Enter SuperMom. Needless to say she wasn't pleased (I won't go into details, but it involves my financial decisions to single-handedly rescue the failing economy). I was instructed to dig up anything else that we might possibly think about removing from the yard in the distant future, so long as we had that monstrosity for the day. After a couple hours, when she had cooled from molten to merely scathing, she proclaimed, "This! Is because you're a ......MAN!"
And I just sat there on the excavator, without my gardening gloves.
It now appears as if a gopher of Caddyshack proportions has had a real run in with Bill Murray in my front yard. The lady at the green-waste facility not only recognizes me, but comments when I don't bring munchkin with me in the co-pilot seat. More pictures to come soon.
Today, a family friend was coming over to pick up a computer I had repaired. I knew she was coming. I knew the house was a mess (i.e. little clods of dirt from the front yard were scattered all over the fou-hardwood floor). I knew the twerp was running around in an ugly black tank-top and a diaper. SuperMom wasn't home yet. Of course none of it really registered in my brain - until our friend arrived. As the rugrat ambled towards the door with her sippy cup in her hand (Another no-no. We sit down to eat and drink), the picture unfolded before me. SuperMom would have been mortified. It was then that it dawned on me that I am, in fact, such a ...man!
But we already knew this, didn't we?
The concrete was up, the roots were gone, that old stump on the other side of the yard was history, and I was ready to proceed with the light trenching. Enter SuperMom. Needless to say she wasn't pleased (I won't go into details, but it involves my financial decisions to single-handedly rescue the failing economy). I was instructed to dig up anything else that we might possibly think about removing from the yard in the distant future, so long as we had that monstrosity for the day. After a couple hours, when she had cooled from molten to merely scathing, she proclaimed, "This! Is because you're a ......MAN!"
And I just sat there on the excavator, without my gardening gloves.
It now appears as if a gopher of Caddyshack proportions has had a real run in with Bill Murray in my front yard. The lady at the green-waste facility not only recognizes me, but comments when I don't bring munchkin with me in the co-pilot seat. More pictures to come soon.
Today, a family friend was coming over to pick up a computer I had repaired. I knew she was coming. I knew the house was a mess (i.e. little clods of dirt from the front yard were scattered all over the fou-hardwood floor). I knew the twerp was running around in an ugly black tank-top and a diaper. SuperMom wasn't home yet. Of course none of it really registered in my brain - until our friend arrived. As the rugrat ambled towards the door with her sippy cup in her hand (Another no-no. We sit down to eat and drink), the picture unfolded before me. SuperMom would have been mortified. It was then that it dawned on me that I am, in fact, such a ...man!
But we already knew this, didn't we?
posted by RebTurtle at
7:35 PM
2 Comments:
I laughed during the whole post. As a woman, I see her point...but as a construction worker (and working with men all day who do this kind of thing), I see their logic, too. Awesome.
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Flashtrigger, At
September 26, 2008 at 12:48 PM
Wow, you don't do anything halfway, huh?
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Chickie, At
September 28, 2008 at 11:40 AM
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