Thursday, January 20, 2011

Bachelor Power!

I used to wonder if growing up betwixt two sisters made me soft. I guess it probably did a little bit in some ways. Just like dudes have to be dudes, ladies have to be ladies, and I think I probably have a bit more patience/understanding for that than most dudes. I mean, have you MET my sisters? 8)

Every once in a while, if I'm feeling like I'm just not "dudely" enough, I stop, take a deep breath, and look around my house.

Being a single guy who lives alone, I have a lot of freedom:

Wardrobe changes: I can change clothing anywhere in my house. It's not uncommon for me to have to race home, after inviting people over, and have to pick up all of the clothing that has been shed in all of the rooms in my house. I'm usually just in a hurry to get to a run, or tired, or watching TV and don't see any reason to leave the room. For that matter, I'm not really obligated to wear any clothing at all while I'm home alone, now am I?

I like having things readily accessible. I have three guitars in my living room. Why? Because if they're in their cases in the next room, I'm going to be less apt to play them. That's the reason why my vacuum is prominently placed between two of those guitars...actually that's a lie. I bought the dude equivalent of the "roomba." It's the irobot "Dirt Dog," (I named him Sanchito) and is designed to tidy up one's workshop. Seems to work well in my house though. I don't know why that other vacuum's there.

I have lockers in my room for all my running gear. I broke the glass globe of the light on the fan in my living room punching for the sky during "another MTSU First Down" over a year ago...doesn't bother me. There are a leaf blower and a hedge trimmer in the corner of my kitchen because...well, I don't know why exactly. I have a quilt on my bed that is camouflage with army tanks and such on it - matching pillow cases too. Uh, my movie collection...HELLO.

But guys, I took things to a whole new level yesterday. Are you ready for this?!?



Not the tools on my kitchen table, not the sweaty jacket hanging in the back, or even the stuff all over my fridge. Nope...Look all the way to the top. That, my friends, is a pull-up bar...IN MY KITCHEN!!!

Ok, I suppose you're asking why (and probably rolling your eyes...I get that sometimes).
  1. cause it's AWESOME!
  2. I ordered inversion boots and there was no room to hang upside-down anywhere else in my house so I'd still have room to move and do exercises.
  3. umm, did I mention that it's AWESOME?!?
  4. err...that's all I got.
Yes, I can get it back down and patch the holes in no time when I go to sell my house, but for now, it's MY house, and as such, shall maintain optimum level of dude-ness.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some pull-ups to do.

2 comments:

  1. Before you know it, you are going to be one of the Bartendaz!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWs94Pu_kG4

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  2. OH. MY. GOSH. I've been wanting an excuse to build an adult jungle gym for years.

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