Always greener

The problem with being a stubborn person who was raised by Midwesterners is that you challenge yourself to become the tiger who can't change its stripes. You go for consistency. You keep things that you think you can use again, you know the value of a good hotdish recipe, and you don't have someone else do a thing you can do yourself. 

In Dallas, you don't see a woman mowing her lawn too often. Granted, there are others out there, but not many. This morning, I got up, wheeled the mower out of the garage and went for it. I've been doing this myself in all of the nine years I've been a homeowner, and the folks in the neighborhood have just about stopped staring. In no way do I enjoy doing this, but I am capable of it. That means I shouldn't pay someone else to do it. It's in my DNA. 

When I first wheeled out the lawnmower nine years ago, mothers would walk down the sidewalk of my street with their children and shoot a piteous look my way. It was a look that I took to mean, "Why isn't her man doing that for her?" 

Joke's on you, little mamma- I bought this place without one. Why? Because I am a stubborn person who was raised by Midwesterners, and I was able to do it myself.