Women don't cut wood??

She's a manager at Target trying to get a job in her field so the only "toys" would be from there and other than matches and fire starters, they don't have much

Ellie. Will you....? Oh chit. That's right. We are both already.......

Hubby might just miss the nice hot meals that come with the warm fires. As we speak he just finished a plate of a nice, hot meal & adding "fuel" to the fire.

Besides a roaring fire the thing that is the most fun is hooking up my 25gal power sprayer to my tractor & kill in' weeds & bugs (besides the spiders that hang off my hat, darn low branches) or dethatching (drive like a fool all over the yard is a kick).

Now....you aren't implying there's anything wrong with 80's hair bands now, are you? Cuz for real, have you ever seen Bret Michaels?

As the guys go running from the thread...

I think wood processing is like classic cars and other male dominated hobbies. There are women...we are just a minority. Typically we also have a better sense of humor about it too, you kinda have to. If I had a $1 for every time a guy asked if my husband/boyfriend was around so he could as a question about our car at a show...I could pay someone to split wood for us, lol (not that I would). I hate fussy stuff so no, I wouldn't be rebuilding a carb or tranny, but I know whats (or was, we sold it when we bought the cottage) under the hood (347 stroker in case you are wondering, backed by a c4 manual shift auto tranny). More important, I knew how to get the paint to shine like a mirror...

Now about wood processing...uh...I gotta go refill the stove for the overnight burn.

Oh no, another Bret Michaels fan Kip Winger was on my wall, he wore less make-up

As far as the rest... I hear ya sister! We go to antique car shows (i have an unhealthy obsession with Old Shelby Cobras and vintage british cars) and guys start yappin to my hubby, he could care less and I jump right in, much to their surprise. My dad restored corvairs and Model A Fords so I was always out tinkering with him! Whether it's grease, sawdust or stove ash, I'm always washing my hands!

We need to hear more from these single womens.

Random thoughts . . .

Women in case you don't already know it . . . smart = sexy . . . and smart = knowing how to turn a wrench, do construction projects around the house, run a splitter, etc.

In my own case if it wasn't for my wife the house would still look like it did when we bought it . . . she grew up doing construction with her dad and brothers and learned a lot . . . which she then proceeded to teach to me. And for the record . . . she is the sexiest women I know . . .

Shelby...eh...I don't (I guess it's didn't now) like the man. The AC Cobra was a sweet car before he ever found it, it's just that he put it together with the Ford v8. IMO he was a money hungry so and so.

I can appreciate the style of the Austin Healeys, MG's, etc but they are too tiny for me. Highway hockeypucks, lol. I am more of a muscle car, truck kinda person. Well, that and the Ford GT. O_M_G that is a SEXY car. We both a chance to ride shotgun in one on Ford's Dearborn track when we were up there for the Woodward Dream Cruise. Frick. If only I could win the Mega millions!!

Ford and Chevies?! Usually people are one or the other. We're more Ford, then MOPAR, then Chevy. I'd rather look at someone else's Chevy though, GM products don't seem to like us very well. Well...really, I guess with the current line up, it's more MOPAR, then Chevy the Ford (except the trucks...and WTF with the Raptor "replacing" the Adrenaline. FUGLY). I'd love a Challenger in the driveway. Couldn't fit it here though, we had to downsize by a number of cars when we bought the Cottage-sold the 73 Mustang (this was the one with the 347 Stroker, we were building an Eleanor, she was a real basket case mess when we bought her), DH's 98 Boss Shinoda convertible (still miss that one), my old 91 Ranger and his old 82 Firebird.

I played with Hotwheels more than dolls as a kid and one of my fav TV shows was This Old House. I have no patience for the painted nail cosmo readers that jump on a chair when there's a spider.

She's lucky that they taught her My grandpa was a mason and a carpenter, but he didn't really teach me either trade. I kinda picked up what I could following him around, lol. My grandparents were the typical sterotypes, although my gram grew up on a farm so she could certainly do whatever was needed (she could shoot a red squirrel out of a tree with her .22 like no body's business). I don't think I EVER saw her handle the firewood, drive the tractor or fix anything and I certainly never saw my grandpa bake a cookie, wash a dish or dust. They seemed happy that way though. I think it was more him being a gentleman...but I do still wish he would have thought I could learn to do the woodworking and brick laying (I was there when he'd run the saw and splitter and all, and I rode the tractor with him all the time but he never said, look, here's now to do this-then again, maybe he wasn't the teaching type, I know I sure ask heck am not)!

I just told someone today that the Barbies I did have drove Tonka Tractors, not pink corvettes. I met Carroll Shelby last year at the car show in Detroit where they had a special exhibit showing the cobra through the ages (perfectly planned business trip) but I will never have $250,000 for the one that I want so I just wait for the shows to look at the few originals here and giggle at the chopped up kits.
I drive a 2006 mini cooper with Mr. Bean's license plate on the front. I really wanted an old one but the ones in the states are rust buckets. I love those little brit cars but living on a road noted as a "scenic highway" I love our Jeep Wrangler too - even though it's been too cold to go topless

My dad went through phases, first the Model A then he sold them and was on to Corvairs. He sold all those off too and doesn't restore much now that he's pushing 70. His beloved now is his 2011 Cobra, just walking in the garage with it makes him nervous.

Glad to know there are some car gals here

creeper alert! LOL... JK.

Im not sure where all these woman are who cut, split N stack... I have all i can do to get the dishes washed

Lol...I was not a normal girl either, I took a mower engine apart that dad was gonna put on a mower with a blown engine...I was 10 and had no clue as to what I was doing but it was sitting there and I wanted to see what was inside....dad was devaistated but he didn't get mad....
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Your sister sounds a whole lot like my ex wife Hearth Mistress. Whimper...whimper

One proposal of marriage came from a stranger at the flea market who noticed me carrying my purchases---- a maul and a carboy .

What I really need around here is someone to clean the grout.

When I first read that I thought it said ex throwing which I am also damn good at

They fly They fly

Ok Dix, I've tried to check this on google, what prey tell is "Doing the Dixie Eyed Hustle" ............................. "Boog" Powell is easy, he's an old baseball player, and my "since HS" nickname.

I thought maybe you were him

I see you're avoiding my question....................trying "the old re-direct shuffle" and "he" was John "Boog" Powell, 1970 ALMVP

I've been wondering that myself.....do tell!

Boog was not only an awesome baseball player, he also owns a good BBQ joint with the most amazing view....of Camden Yards, that is. While it may be the house that Ripken Built, Boog pays the rent

I grew up in a little town north of Baltimore, Eddie Murray use to come to our elementary school.

How did you come up with the nickname? My nickname started in junior high, "mongoose" my last name was changed by spell check and during an assembly when my name was called, out it came and 'til this day, I get emails with a picture of a mongoose from old friends

I moved to a new HS in 1970, Grand Island HS, NY............. same year as Boog's ALMVP, I was the new kid taking all the taunting and such. But I started swinging a bat in gym and impressed folks so much, plus I'm 6'3", that they named me Boog after the big man himself and it stuck ever since. I'm Mike "Boog" Powell. I have several autographed items of his although I never got a chance to taste his BBQ sauce. I have ex-laws near Baltimore who raved about it. He actually finished out his career with the Indians near here in Cleveland, then went back to open the BBQ place.

Shoot how about saving your back for later years rather than destroying it now hydraulic is not pansy ! It is still a lot of work but much safer on the body heck I already have a bad back & leg and I am to young for that !

Pete

Best of all Jeni cuts the apple pie with a chainsaw .

Ten pound maul no problem.

Where's Hollow Hill?