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Published on September 5, 2007 By Tova7 In Blogging

Summer is over.  Someone needs to let Mother Nature know.  She’s not taking my calls.  It’s supposed to be 95 here today.  That’s hot for September.

 

I am addicted.  Today I admit it to myself and the world.

 

Everyday I must have a bowl of mixed sweet corn, pinto beans, white rice, chipped up avocado, and salsa.  I’m eating some right now.  It is so yummy with salsa made from fresh tomatoes out of the garden.

 

I am making some custom cabinets and counter tops for my laundry room.  (Taking it over as a mom only space.  Not that it isn't already...it IS the LAUNDRY room.) Yesterday I used my husband’s skill saw and jig saw to cut some of the wood.  When he came home he totally freaked out.  He FORBID me to use his skill saw and threatened to hide the blades.  He thinks it’s too dangerous.  What’s up with that?  How does he think I cut wood and plywood when he’s gone?

 

Part of me thinks its sweet he wants to do it for me.  And make no mistake, my husband is very industrious.  All I have to do is ask once and it is done.  But he’s not always around when it needs done and I am not a patient kind of person.

 

Part of this forbidding thing is his southern upbringing.  We hit it once before.  I was tired of paying to get my oil changed.  My husband is gone a lot and I figured hey I’ll just do it myself.  And while I was at it, why not take a class and learn how to do tune ups?  Maybe some alternator work?  All the men in my family are mechanics, if not professionally, then recreationally.  I have a knack for it too.

 

When I mentioned it to my darling husband he FORBID me to be a “grease monkey.”  Hahahaha.  He doesn’t want his wife outside with grease under her finger nails working on vehicles which are his responsibility.

 

I probably should be offended.  But in twenty years of marriage these are the only two things he’s ever really put his foot down about.  It has more to do with his role as provider/protector than anything else I guess.  He was raised to believe certain areas belong to the man, and if a woman usurps it, well her man must not be taking care of the family.

 

I don’t know if I’ll be obeying the no skill saw rule though.  I want to be respectful of his wishes, but also want to get this project done so I can move on to the next one.  I have some bead board all measured out and ready to cut, but I am hesitating because he was so adamant about me not using the skill saw.  That virtually cripples my home improvement projects.

 

Our summer was so crazy busy I get tired thinking about it.  We traveled.  We went to amusement parks.  Baseball, picnics, zoo, on and on.  There are photos, many many photos, and someday I will post them.  Maybe.

 

Once it cools a bit I am going to separate my lily bulbs.  They took off this year and became way too dense.  I also grew the tallest dahlias I’ve EVER seen.  Next year I am getting dwarf dahlias.  The tall ones have to be staked constantly and are basically a big pain in the butt.

 

Fall is great.  With the cooler weather I can get back in my flower beds.  Mulching, trimming, thinning bulbs.  I wonder why my husband doesn’t mind dirt under my nails?  Probably because his mom always gardens.  Heh.

 

If someone could get a Memo to mother nature…..Summer is over.  Please plan weather accordingly.  I'd appreciate it.


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on Sep 06, 2007
Dahlias are beautiful. What color are yours?


They are tri colored. The very inside of the flower is purple or pink, then the wider middle band is white...and the third band matches the center. They are pretty but too leggy for my tastes.

I wish I had a green thumb and your energy.


hahahaha. Let me see. You have three boys, a husband, are going to school taking uber hard classes and you wish you had MY energy? Please, girlfriend, send me some of what you got!

I just realized I revealed some man rules to you. You know I am going to have to kill you now, right?


I ain't that easy to kill Mister. ~swaggers and places palms on hip holstered guns~

on Sep 06, 2007
But every once in awhile there is something that I do or say that steps on his masculinity.


Exactly. I think part of it is this and part of it is he doesn't want me to get hurt because then he'll have to raise the kids! buwhahahahahaha

Since my husband has started cooking more, we had to talk through how we organized the kitchen. Otherwise we would each put things "up" in a different place


That is so sweet. I just grump or tease my husband for putting things in the wrong place. I don't mind really...he's just so good at everything, anytime I find a flaw I MUST exploit it. hahahahahaha
on Sep 06, 2007
I think I understand where your husband is coming from but I would never use the word 'forbid' with Toni for fear of my life


hahahaha. If someone told me years ago my husband was going to say the word forbid to me...I'd have snapped a "z" in the air, cracked my gum, and told them he wouldn't be my husband for long. What illusion is youth.

If he forbid me all the time, well Houston we'd have a problem. But he loves me and I know this skill saw issue is more about fear than ability. I AM accident prone. What he doesn't realize though is when I am doing something that requires all my concentration, I give it.

Having said all that....I went ahead and sawed the wood I needed yesterday while he was at work.

What? I am a results oriented gal. Can't stop progress.

Of course I am typing this using a pencil in my mouth to poke out each letter. He broke both my hands for touching his tools after he forbid it.

Ok, so that was a slight exaggeration. What really happened.....

When he came home he sighed and said, "Tonya. Please. You are going to give me a heart attack."




on Sep 06, 2007
See, now we get the real story. He fears for your accident-prone safety.

Also cool that you went ahead and used it.   

"What he doesn't realize though is when I am doing something that requires all my concentration, I give it."

Familiarity with a tool breeds carelessness... be careful not to be careless.
on Sep 06, 2007

be careful not to be careless

I don't think I will ever be familiar with something that is so loud my ears cry everytime I start 'er up.  Heh.

on Sep 11, 2007
Of course I am typing this using a pencil in my mouth to poke out each letter. He broke both my hands for touching his tools after he forbid it.


cough... gasp...

I think the fact of the matter is while I would never forbid Toni from doing anything she wanted to do, she too is accident-prone and would probably avoid anything that could potentially remove limbs a slip of a wrist. She would far rather drive me to Emergency than the other way round.
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