I can lift things my son (who actually has a whole class for weight lifting in high school) and my husband cannot. I had a blow out on my F250 (so THERE, Lola), and my husband came to help me change the tire. I ended up being the one breaking loose the stuck lug nut, and the one who lifted the huge, heavy spare back onto the truck. Yeah, thanks for the help, Honey.

At one field trip when my son was in middle school, he and his friends were struggling to carry this big tub with all of the sack lunches in it. They set it down to rest, and I picked it up to see how heavy it was, and ended up carrying it by myself the rest of the way into the zoo. One of my son's friends commented, "Man, your mom is CRAZY STRONG!" Yep. That's me. Crazy. Strong.