superwoman, I am not ~ Shonda, I am
04/09/2005 04:23 a.m.
There are a few things I like to think that I can do well. Cooking is one. I make a mean banana pudding.
Conversation is another. I dig me some good II.(intellectual intercourse) I am an awesome Auntie. Lovin' those kiddos are easy though. And if I work hard, on occasion ~ I can pen my thoughts into a decent piece of poetry. (note the word work) Or figure out how to set a mouse trap. I detest mice and they make disposable mouse traps for that reason. I know how to check all the fluids in my car ~ but that is where my knowledge of vehicles stop. I can hang a picture, or other sorts of that nature. But there are certain things I simply can not do.
Like change to roters (hope I spelled that right) on my car, or patch the hole in my roof (the one allowing all the water to seep in and drip unto the floor), or splice a halfway ripped-in-two outside phone line. And wouldn't you know it ~ all of these things I don't know how to fix all decided to just happen at once.
No, I am not superwoman.
Yes, I need the help of a man.
And it is frustrating to be a single thirty-something.
Are there any good, single men willing to rescue a damsel in distress? Nope? Thought so.
Anywho ~ for now, I just thank the good Lord that He gave me two younger brothers instead of sisters. Cause boy, (lol ~ boy) would we be in a heap of mess right now! Oh, and let's not forget Daddy. He always comes to my rescue. Phooey on all this feminist poo. I can't do it on my own. I NEED A GOOD MAN. *please help*

I am currently Helpless
I am listening to my world crashing in around me.