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THAT was almost certainly the part that drove the poor painter-guy next door away...though I'm sure it was only so he could laugh uproariously at me without being horribly rude. I got this giant stainless bowl we have back there to collect ashes from the grill and a trowel and was yelling and banging the bowl, which sounded like a gong...really very classy and dignified. I was immediately doubled over laughing at myself, because how ridiculous had I become by that point? I was wishing for one of those air horns they use at sports events at that moment.
...and by 'like a girl' I am being very tongue in cheek- I have done construction, electrical engineering, been a sous chef and an insurance agent. My father had 4 daughters and took me on as his only son...he was a mechanic. I challenge any man to play me in a game of pool and win...but my girly arms can only be as strong or as robust as what I train them to be, and right now they are wussy.
I submit being female as a good thing, but sometimes we are more delicate. I blew out my wrist in a summer of roofing and siding, but it's just because I'm built more wispy than the guys who couldn't keep up with me- even injured. Fact. Not to say I'm less, just wispy.
I like to wear dresses. I love make-up. I'm a girl- and proud to be. I almost nailed the thing in the tree a dozen times, at a distance and waaaaaay up in a tree, but my arms haven't been used for throwing like that in ten years- I'm a 40 year-old mom of girls and haven't played ball in a loooooong time.
Steve, your idea of a cannon is delish! I'm going to figure it out...need a thing that won't kill or get me jailed but will make the air-shark bug off!!