I want to be able to do it all by myself. Everything. I hate asking directions, asking questions, or anything else that may point to a vestige of my weakness. Hate it. Especially if it means I will have to depend on a man for help. I have this annoying need to prove my independence.
Today, I was trying to move a piece of heavy, bulky, newly refinished furniture up the stairs of my town home. I was frustrated that my mom didn’t have time to help me last time she visited, so I decided that I could do it on my own. I carried it across the garage effortlessly. My hubris got the better of me and I ended up being a jumbled mess of legs, arms, and heavy furniture. It was on top of me; the furniture had me pinned to the garage door.
I cried, unscrambled myself, and vowed to ask someone to help me carry it upstairs. There are some things I can’t do by myself. You caught me.
Update: Due to popular demand (Stephanie asked), I posted a picture of my newly painted vanity. Who says vanities don't go in the kitchen?
17 comments:
SHERRY! You've got a roommate for that kind of shit.
Okay, thank you, Sherry. You always get me laughing. I needed a good laugh too! I love you and you know Jeff is always happy to come over and make you feel helpless and small. ;)
I USUALLY NEVER WRITE ANYTHING BUT THIS TIME I COULD NOT RESIST. FIRST YOU MADE ME FEAL SMALL MY USING THE WORD HUBRIS. WHAT IS THAT? MMmmm
BUT YES IF YOU NEED HELP ILL COME OVER AND MAKE YOU FEEL HELPLESS AND SMALL.
I could think of someone else ;-)
Cyn
I keep asking Kimberly if she will help me, but she just flips me off and walks by. It's quite sad in light of recent events (furniture smashing me, etc.).
Ha. whatever I think Cyndie was refering to someone else and I would NEVER flip my dear friend off.
I didn't say Cyndie was referring to you. I just think people should know about the way you treat me. This is my cry for help.
Who is someone?
I can think of a couple of humouous stories to affirm that what you write in this post is very true. A story from Nashville comes to mind... Please get help the next time you try to move furniture. PS I flipped over the chair in our living room a couple weeks ago and after I got it together immediately thought of you. :)
Stephanie, What story is that? Wandering the hotel looking for a bathroom? :) I found one, didn't I?
I think you squeezing out of the bathroom with the pack-n-play might fit into this category, as well!
I always remember dorm days when I lean back in my teacher chair. I just know I'm going to fall in front of the class one day. I have fallen in the quad twice now.
Did anyone notice that Sherry didn't even consider calling me to help move something heavy? What's that about?
Sherry - thanks for carrying that Target bag for me the other day. It was killing me!
Sleep well: Kimberly and I brought my latest project upstairs. We moved the furniture all over today. It ended up in the kitchen. It's actually cute there:)
Please post a picture of said latest project.
Stephanie
Ha. The neighbor, who totally wants Sherry, even came by to check it out. (He saw us moving it and was intrigued.
Alvis!?!?!?
Ohhh Yes. Alvis. ;)
Yeah....Either that or we live in a fantasy world where our neighbors actually talk to us. We even know their names in that sweet little world. Alvis??
Wow, such a commotion over moving furniture. Its funny to me, Sherry, that you have adopted this fear of failure so that you won't ask for directions or help, or what have you. When I read that part, I thought for a moment that someone was stereotyping masculinity -- then I realized it was that "independent feminine" stereotype showing its ugly head.
But I am glad that you were able to begin moving in and live in a neighborhood like Cheers (where everybody knows your name.) Who knows? Maybe Alvis really does like you.
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