I never really thought of myself as handy, and my husband thinks he is. The fact that he really isn't, has made me become more handy. Let me explain.
We moved into our house a little over 5 years ago and my husband decided that since there wasn't cable in the master bedroom, instead of having the cable company run the cable when they set us up, he would save the money and do it himself. This is something he can do, but he hasn't. We purchased a new computer that following February and got one of those put-it-together-yourself computer desks and while I started the project, he decided to surprise me while I was at work and finished it. There is no handle on the cabinet as he used those screws on another part and was just going to pick up some small screws at the hardware store...still waiting for that.
We had water leaking from our downstairs faucet 4 years ago and Hubby and FIL (father in law) took a look at it and decided to just turn the hot water off until a new faucet could be purchased. FIL bought faucets and 6 months later I requested to take them home. He said to have Hubby call after work and he would come over to help install. The job was complete 30 minutes after I came home. I wasn't going to wait another 6 months.
When we were remodeling the extra room before Puddin' Pop was born, I asked him to switch the ceiling fans in the kids rooms. I waited 3 months, and then at 8 months pregnant, did it myself. I've also fixed the water line to the ice box in the freezer, and am about to install the new vanity if it is not done this weekend.