My husband is a good man and I love him tremendously. That is a fact. He is a good man. He loves God, his children and myself, in that order and I wouldn't have it any other way. I would also use the following words to describe him: (Have you noticed that I appear to have a fondness for bulleted lists? I have no idea where that comes from, but...oh well.)
(A lady at church said one day that he is in fact the better half of our marriage, not me. I'm sure most of my family would agree.) My better half is :
- Honest
- Loyal
- Sweet
- Kind
- Compassionate
- Sensitive (well, most of the time.)
- Intelligent
- A good provider
- Strong
- Handsome
- Trustworthy
- Devoted
- Well-spoken
- Funny (the most important quality, in my opinion)
- Silly
- Playful
- Energetic
- Hard-Working
- Understanding
- Neat
- Sentimental
- Appreciative
- Loving
- Affectionate
- Sympathetic
- Empathetic
- Handsome
- A wonderful father
All that being said..................
Please peruse these pictures of my husband changing the oil in my car. He has ramps on which he can pull an automobile to do these kinds of things. In fact, there are very few tools that my husband does not possess. At this time, his old work car was not functioning and was parked on the ramps so that he could work on it. He did not have access to the ramps to change my oil. This is how he solved that problem.
You're eyes are not deceiving you. That is a piece of wood nailed to another piece of wood. I can not vouch for the strength of that apparatus. It may or may not have been held together with one nail or 5. I can not say as I went to the garage, saw that he had some 4-wheeler ramps resting on this and my car parked on them, turned, and went back inside. Thinking of you, my viewing public, I immediately retrieved my camera and took pictures.
I told him, in no uncertain terms, how I felt about this. I told him that I am not the kind of woman who would get an adrenalin rush and be able to lift a car off of him. Anyone who has ever watched me do anything physical knows that this is true. I also moved my baby away from the potential scene of the accident. (Please pay no attention to the green Pringles can that by baby is elbow deep into. It was one of those days.)
He did manage to change the oil in the car without killing himself. I did not walk outside to find his legs sticking out from beneath my car like when the house fell on the witch in The Wizard of Oz. He probably isn't liking this blog. He probably isn't liking it at all, hehe. But, like I said, I don't create the news, I only report it. (My baby is now trying to drink the chips in the pringles can.)
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