Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Hero Of This Story

Yes, you still don't have pictures, but have mercy on me.  Last night, we sold almost $1000 worth of concessions.  That's a lot of M&M's and processed nacho cheese, ya'll!  And it was only the first night.  It's going to be a long week. 

But on to what I intended to talk about today.  One of the most annoying parts of being single is that I don't know how to fix things.  And in the last six months, it seems everything I touch breaks.   Don't believe me.  Here's the list:
  • washer valve (flooding basement)
  • basement pipes (meaning no running water for two days)
  • garbage disposal (oh, the stink!)
  • upstairs dryer (mostly just inconvient)
  • oven (I can now cook anything using a stovetop and a microwave)
  • car (twice, including Sunday when I broke a key off in the lock)
  • furnace (which even my dad couldn't fix and eventually cost me a lot of money)
It annoys me not just because things are breaking but because I have to bother my dad with them.  And, while he always comes through, I hate that I have to depend on him all the time to fix my messes.  However, I am a poorish, middle school teacher, so the idea of having to call a real repairman isn't doing much for me either.  I know those of you who are married are laughing at the idea that having a husband around to fix things is such a luxury, but when you are a single girl, it kind of is.  I mean, even if he threw screwdrivers or I had to remind him a dozen times, it would be nice for it to be our problem, and it would be nice to not have to burden someone else with it.  Or better yet, to have any mechanical understanding or skill to take care of it myself. (Google can't save me there.)

There's a line from a Regina Spektor song that goes, "I am the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved." and it would be nice to feel like that every once in a while.  I want to be the hero, not the damsel in distress.  And none of this may make a lick of sense to you, but it's the thing that's been on my mind constantly.  Oh, the glamourous life of the single girl...


  1. Right there with you. I told my Bible study last night that I'm pretty sure I'm going to implode soon, because I wasn't actually given the gifts required to take care of myself sometimes. :) One girl said what I actually need is a wife.

  2. @Kristy A wife! I love it, and I totally see what they are saying too! There's strength in knowing that I am not the only one, so thanks!!

  3. I totally get it! My dad fixes everything for me, but he is also really handy. If I marry a guy who is not handy, the day I have to call a repairman will be a rude awakening!

  4. Having a husband doesn't help me in the repair area. He couldn't even put new caulk down around the toilet.

  5. Sorry about the above comment. Google was not letting me comment so I was running a test guess it is fixed now.

    Just an FYI Dad's never mind being needed by their daughters.


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