Climbing in Skirts

I write you at 10:45pm on a Friday night to discuss something that's been bugging me for most of the day. Last night I guy that is a mere aquaintance made a point to stress his shock and awe at the fact that I am a strong woman who is smart but has this domestic thing going on.

So I am some sort of mutant for being a supergeek with my shit together and enjoys the domestic arts? There is just as much science to cooking and sewing as there is to my day job. I definitely experience more applied science at home vs.. at work where I am dealing with conceptual stuff.

Besides, isn't Martha Stewart this type of woman. She just happened to capitalize on domestic arts. I too will make that $$ one day. There are a lot more of us out there than you think

Where did I get all of this domestic stuff from? My mom, Girl Scouts, and necessity. My mom taught me the art of making something out of nothing. This is why I was able to make a batch of cookies, a dozen muffins, and pastry dough (I am making portobella brie cups tomorrow) in addition to perming my hair and painting my recently restored kitchen cabinets all in an afternoon.

...and now for my theme song
I can wash out forty-four pairs of socks
And have them hangin out on the line
I can starch and iron two dozen shirts
Before you can count from one to nine
I can scoop up a great big dipper
Full of lard from the drippin's can
Throw it in the skillet, go out and do my
Shopping and be back before it melts in the pan
'Cause I'm a woman
W O M A N
I'll say it again

I can rub and scrub till this old house
Is shinin like a dime
Feed the baby, grease the car and
Powder my face at the same time
Get all dressed up, go out and swing
Till four a.m. and then
Lay down at five, jump up at six
And start all over again
'Cause I'm a woman
W O M A N
I'll say it again

If you come to me sickly, you know
I'm gonna make you well
If you come to me hexed up,
You know I'm gonna break the spell
If you come to me hungry,
You know I'm gonna fill you full o' grits
If it's lovin' you're lackin', I'll kiss you
And give you the shiverin' fits
'Cause I'm a woman
W O M A N
I'll say it again

I can stretch a greenback dollar bill
From here to kingdom come
I can play the numbers, pay my bills
And still end up with some
I got a twenty dollar gold piece says
There ain't nothin I can't do
I can make a dress out of a feed bag
And I can make a man out of you
'Cause I'm a woman
I'll say it again

'Cause I'm a woman
And that's all