I take a little bit of pride in being capable.
When I was 16 and heading off to academy, my grandpa gave me a toolbox. I didn't have any tools, so I told him I'd use it as a chapstick container. And I did.
Throughout the years, the ratio of actual tools to chapstick in my collection has grown, and I feel like I'm relatively handy, as long as we're not comparing me to my brother. One day I was on the back patio fixing my roommate's bike while she was making lunch, and I made some comment about being the man of the household. Anyone who knows my roommate knows how well that went over.
But let's be real. I am not that good at fixing things. Recently, my vacuum basically caught on fire and even after I replaced the melted belt, it still didn't work. Once, I needed to take my pedals home for vacation, and I would have given anything to have actually been able to remove them from my bike. Or in tonight's case, with a stuck (and consequently broken) valve on my French Horn and two slides jammed into the wrong slots... I really could have used some help.
My dad always comes to the rescue, via phone, and the combination of my helplessness and his not being able to see the problem works magically well.
But good grief, I just need to get married already.
When I was 16 and heading off to academy, my grandpa gave me a toolbox. I didn't have any tools, so I told him I'd use it as a chapstick container. And I did.
Throughout the years, the ratio of actual tools to chapstick in my collection has grown, and I feel like I'm relatively handy, as long as we're not comparing me to my brother. One day I was on the back patio fixing my roommate's bike while she was making lunch, and I made some comment about being the man of the household. Anyone who knows my roommate knows how well that went over.
But let's be real. I am not that good at fixing things. Recently, my vacuum basically caught on fire and even after I replaced the melted belt, it still didn't work. Once, I needed to take my pedals home for vacation, and I would have given anything to have actually been able to remove them from my bike. Or in tonight's case, with a stuck (and consequently broken) valve on my French Horn and two slides jammed into the wrong slots... I really could have used some help.
My dad always comes to the rescue, via phone, and the combination of my helplessness and his not being able to see the problem works magically well.
But good grief, I just need to get married already.
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| I'll have you know I got this problem fixed all by myself. Success. |
No Jenny! Don't throw in the towel! You just need skype or facetime so you can show your dad what you're fixing. Also, was there a reason you were fixing your horn on top of the toilet?
ReplyDeleteHaha! My dad is not that high tech :) I had the horn in the tub, soaking it in hot soapy water to see if that would help the valve unstick. It didn't. But those pliers did.
DeleteHa! So funny! My dad rescues me constantly too.
Deletebahaha!! Love it Jenny! You are one of the most capable people I know.
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