Scenario One:
Time: Yesterday- 5 weeks recovery after gall bladder surgery, I'm finally feeling fine and realizing I am all back to normal. Well, I look outside and see the jungle in my back yard. Yes the weeds have grown 2 feet tall in 5-6 weeks since I last mowed. Thinking to myself, "Man Michelle, wouldn't it be nice to have a man in your life that would just go out and mow this for you?" (DISCLAIMER: no pictures, due to the lack of me just wanting to finish mowing the dang jungle, but I have the after picture) (I also had to wash my levi quilt because I had to store it in the garage (it's too hot to have on a bed now...and there were mouse droppings in the box)
This is my yard after I have mowed :)
This is my blanket out to dry :)
Scenario Two:
Time: A couple of weeks ago. When I couldn't lie in my bed after about 2 hours of trying (remember, I'm still recovering from major surgery on my stomach, and I'm a stomach sleeper), I move to the recliner, this is my only safe haven to get some sleep. I'm waken during the night by scratching and chewing, yes, there is a mouse somewhere in the house. Thinking to myself, "Man Michelle, wouldn't it be nice to have a man in your life to catch this nasty little beast."
My lovely bed for a couple of weeks
A lot of mouse traps
Scenario Three:
Time: Yesterday at 5:30 am. I get to work and check my yahoo account, because I'm lazy at night and I don't want to get on the computer since I have been on it all day at work. I get an email from my landlords basically stating: "Michelle, the roof in the garage has collapsed, why didn't you tell us so we could fix it, we are coming tomorrow to fix it, please move all your stuff out of the garage." Now, remember, I do not ever get in the garage because of the following:
1. I can't park in there, there's too much stuff from my landlords and myself
2. Haven't needed to get anything out of the garage because I can't lift anything (hence my surgery)
3. Haven't needed the lawn mower because I can't have any strenuous activity (hence the surgery)
4. I leave my house at 4:30 am, and I sometimes do not get home until dark (so the roof collapsing noise probably happened when I wasn't home)
Now, I'm thinking to myself, "Man Michelle, wouldn't it be nice to have a man in your life that can help you move all those boxes you have stored in the garage, into the house, into the spare bedroom?
Before Pictures (yes I have a lot of crap)
After the move (this is my spare bedroom and outside)
Ok, so I'm venting that I have became lazy because I haven't done anything for 5 1/2 weeks, and that I am having to do it alone. Yes, my mom and dad said that they can help me, but they have been busy, so I did myself! But man, it sure would have been nice to have a man help me. Do you think I need to meet Mr. Right just to be my handy man? Or that I am lonely and need him now! I'm thinking, it's a little bit of both, and some more added information. My 10 year class reunion is in a month and I have to go alone. Plus, I'm thinking we are headed towards the last days and I really want to find my eternal companion. Plus (I know you are thinking to yourself, can she shut up already), I am all for marriage!
VOTE YES on 102!!!
Thanks for listening to my vent session. I'm exhausted, but I'm sure glad my projects are done (FOR NOW)...and Mr. Right.....WHERE ARE YOU????
Mr. Right is probably thinking "Man, Michelle, you have a lot of crap, you are lazy, and I don't need you quite yet.
But then I'm thinking, "Man, Mr. Right, but I can take care of you (laundry, food, etc., if you could just do these little favors for me)...yes, I'm going to have the honey-do lists
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!
6 comments:
YOu'll find him.. and he'll be lucky to have you! You are so good at taking care of thing by your self! I could do that good. I'm way impressed!
Does a man in your life mean you get all that kind of stuff taken care of? :) Did anyone tell the man in my life? Just Kidding! I think I'm pretty safe and he won't read this. Hey Michelle, Jordan might be too busy with school and work, so if he doesn't come, I'll be the man in your life for the class reunion! Also, Jodi said you are interested in a class blog and I'm thinking I need help. I'm sure you know more than me. Can you email me at katie.udall@yahoo.com so I can get your email address and maybe ask you some questions about it? Thanks
You are so funny Michelle. You are not lazy, and you have the right amount of crap like everyone else. (we just blame it on our husbands!)
YOU WILL FIND MR. RIGHT. I KNOW IT. And I'm thinking he might be in Hawaii???
You are so great. Take care of yourself and get better!!! The stomach is the WORST part of the body to have major surgery (4 c-sections... I know what I am talking about!)
Love ya!
Believe me a man in your life doesnt guarantee anything gets done, I usually end up doing it all myself anyway.
And I am with Kristin on the stomach thing, two c-sections later I feel like I am never ever going to be the same again. And I am sure I am right. Goodluck recovering, and I am sure MR. Right is right around the corner.
Man....the waiting is so hard. It's so hard when we can't see what will happen or when. But it will come, and I think you'll be surprised at how it takes you by surprise...that sounds weird!!
Michelle I love you so much! I can't imagine. I bet you were fit to be tied! I wish I lived closer! I would have been there in a heartbeat! When you need to talk call me, cuz I could always use some quality girl time with you. And don't worry about Mr. Right, he'll get his act together real soon! I just know it!
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