Tonight, I make an exception.
I really hate it that there are some things I just can't do. I'm not talking about things like: I can't fly, I can't perform heart surgery, I can't run a 5 min mile.
Guy things. Let's face it, there are just some things that men know how to do and somehow, no one bothered to teach us girls. Or maybe you learned and I was too busy making paper fortune tellers or playing MASH to notice. Maybe that.
For instance, I hate it that I can't pick up really heavy things. I have to call Cody. I'm grateful that Cody willingly comes over to pick up heavy things for me, but I wish that I could do it. Guys don't have to call anyone to pick stuff up for them. (even when they probably should)
Cars. Guys always seems to know exactly what to do with cars. Changing a tire I can handle, changing my oil, not so much. Knowing what that strange noise is? Not a chance. I really have no idea how a car works other than I put gas in it and it goes. I guess there are some girls who know these things, but not me. (remember, too much MASH)
Pulling in to the garage this morning, I noticed that one of my headlights was out. I thought to myself, "TPG, don't forget about this like you did your 800's." So this afternoon I stopped by AutoZone to pick up a new light bulb. Now, I can change a regular light bulb like nobody's bidnaz. I'm not completely useless. But I've watched someone change the car headlight before and if I remember correctly, there seemed to be an awful lot of swearing involved. Apparently, there's not a lot of wiggle room up under the hood of my little vehicle.
Sweetly, the AutoZone man, who looked to be about my dad's age, offered to change it out for me. Yea for gentlemen! So I popped the hood, he peered in and declared, "Nope, you're gonna have to take that battery out to get to this." Then sauntered off.
Home again, I sat on the sofa wondering what to do next. And tweeted about it. Eric kindly offered to fix it for me tomorrow at work because, as he put it, they can be a PITA to fix. (hee hee, I really liked that term, PITA) But I am a grown woman, it's my car and I am determined to learn to take care of some of these things on my own.
So I hit up the internet. Wanna know how to change out your headlight? Here's how.
Look it up. Just Google it. You'll eventually find a site that is helpful. Take your iPad out to the garage and hope your internet reaches that far. Thankfully, it does. (my garage isn't attached t my house so this was a valid concern)
Find and plug in your old fan from your dorm days because it's 104 outside and who knows how hot in the garage. Be surprised that it still works as you only paid around $8 for it at W@lmart all those years ago.
Like the dork you are, put on your Petzle so you can see what you are doing hands free.
Take a "Before" photo so you are sure to be able to get it back the way it started. Or at least you'll have a reference.
Get out the manual for further instruction. Find an old hockey sweater that someone left lying around and use that as a shop rag on which to wipe your greasy hands. (then throw away the stinky old jersey)
After wrestling with the dang clip for a good 10 minutes, finally get the old bulb out and replace it. Success! Marvel at your handiwork. Dance around the garage to imaginary music for a good minute or two.
Then, just because you are already all sweaty from cooking in the garage, go ahead and set up the tent so it can air out before your next camping trip. All in all, a very successful day!
Whew. I did it. I know it's really not that big of a deal, it's just a light bulb. But it's my light bulb on my car. It's the little victories in life that make us stronger.
What have you done lately to surprise yourself?