daddy's girl, part 5.

(for previous entries of this series, please refer to daddy's girl, parts 1-4)

5. super human arm strength, aka, forearm strength
(photo courtesy of righteous babe records)

as i have mentioned, most of my realizations of my father's protective tendencies have been when i am reduced, as a adult, down to the maturity level and mentality a seven year old girl: forced to tears by something trite and menial.

i usually attempt to conquer most things on my own, cause i'm that girl. (sometimes this can be considering bravery, but often times, it is just stupidity) but what the crap is going on with things that require super human arm strength?!!!

i HATE it when i am faced with something that is beyond my wimpy strength. i get all worked up. i start planning my weight increase at the gym and begin to curse. aloud. profusely. it is ridiculous. i have been working out for as long as it has been age appropriate and my arm strength (or lack thereof) is embarassin.' AND i actually do focus on arms at the gym but no real improvements have occurred in this area. i am ok with the fact that arm strength it just not my thing, but grrrr...i get mad when i have to ask for assistance....i would almost rather break the thing open (or in half) than ask for help. i have issues. this i know. how was i supposed to know that sports and other yucky stuff i was disinterested in as a frilly girl would benefit my upper and forearm strength?

examples of items requiring super human arm strength: weed whackers (thank god for electric) & lawn mowers (thank god for the pushy no motor ones), large jars, things that hold paint or glue or gooey stuff, most power tools, plumbing stuff, appliances, things that cut or clips large things, things that are screwed on tightly with tools, etc., etc.

so how do i blame this one on dear ole dad? cause. he just assumed the role of weed whacker, paint opener, plumber, whatev in the life i consider everyone else to revolve around: my life, that is. i know how to change my own damn tire but CANNOT because the dudes at the shop screw the bolts on too tight with their tools that only they can lift with their super human arm strength...boo. i love changing my own tires. i do NOT love waiting on the side of the dang road while people snicker, "psssh. look who can't change her own tire." I CAN SO! i am merely a victim of sexist power tools!!!


winner: deferred to your hot boyfriend. this is an example why they exist.