Man Pants

On Saturdays I put on my man pants and do the things that I wish a guy would do. It doesn't even have to be a guy who belongs to me. It can be the gardener man. Or a teenager down the street. Maybe even a hobo man, but that is kind of pushing the safety perimeter.

Of course, I don't need a guy to do things like mow the lawn, clean the gutters, trim tree branches, dig up shrubs, and go to Home Depot with me. I can fully do all those things by myself if necessary. There is just something inherently wrong about it. I just feel like there should be a man doing these things, or at least helping me with them.

I look at it like this: If a button falls off a guy's shirt, he probably can figure out how to fix it himself with a needle and thread. But it just seems like he should have a girl there to help him, or to do it for him. Or maybe the guy is searching for pillows for his living room. He is fully capable of choosing pillows he likes, but it seems a bit wrong, like there should be some sort of female input on it. So he settles for asking the cashier what she thinks, kind of how like I settle for asking the Home Depot guy what kind of refrigerator I should get.

There's nothing wrong with a guy baking or a girl installing a light fixture, but to me, it seems like a key element is missing. Call me old fashioned. Am I the only one who thinks this way? Are there any other girls who have a pair of man pants folded up and put in a drawer for when you need them? Any men out there who need my help picking out pillows for their living room?


P.S. Mad props to my cousin Jason, who mowed my lawn last week in exchange for some freshly baked oatmeal apple cookies. 

I need to get...

I've realized I was really terrible at writing frequently during the month of July. As of today's date, I only posted 9 different times. And there are 31 days in July. I could post 7 times a day for the next 3 days to remedy this problem. Or not. Because who even cares?

You might think "Oh, Joelle must have been really busy working on one of her novels. That's why she's been horrible at posting." But no. The novels didn't get any attention either. But I did open up one of the documents last night and read 11 pages, chuckling at how funny I'd been in a self-absorbed sort of way.

I just got home from the gym, a place I like to be, but really don't like to be, if you know what I mean. The gym gives you a lot of thinking time. Since I have the day free tomorrow, I thought about all the things I need to get.


10 Things I need to get (in no particular order):
1) with it.
2) a haircut. I'll take recommendations if you have one.
3) bookshelves for my living room.
4) a handsome suitor.
5) a clue.
6) A roommate or two. You want in?
7) toothpaste.
8) a new journal because I only have 3 pages left.
9) help.
10) out of bed.

Which, you know, pretty much sums it up.