It’s a windy twenty degrees in Michigan right now. Our heat registers look like iPod docking stations, only the iPods are actually humans, and they aren’t recharging, they are soaking up heat. There are fights and arguments over the dining room register because it blows the most heat.
Even the dog is reluctant to go a outside to pee.
I used to watch all those shows about living in Alaska and think I wanted to move to there. . . . where only real men survive . . . . I would live like a wild mountain man and all that nonsense. I’m starting to look at things more realistically now.
I will miss garbage day just to avoid being outside for the three minutes it takes to put the garbage out. Real men in Alaska would take out the garbage in their underwear on a windy twenty degree day.
Real men in Alaska hunt and fish for food on a twenty degree day. I get chilly in the frozen food section of the grocery store and try to hurry down the aisle.
Real men drive a team of Husky dogs pulling a rickety sled through the snow to go the hundred miles to town for supplies. I won’t drive anywhere without starting my truck and letting it warm up for an hour before driving to the store to get more hot chocolate.
I now know that I would rather live in a jail cell with a group of delinquent kids repeatedly shooting me through the bars with BB guns than to live in Alaska.
I’m not giving up my dream to go and live like a real man. I’m just altering the location where I do it. There must be some place in the Caribbean where real men endure hardships to survive. Hardships like slow service at the beachside Tiki bar.
Heh.
So I pretty much have to share this with my husband, who’ll appreciate it, I think, in even more ways than I!
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I think it’s a lot of guys’ dream to go off to Alaska and rough it. At least until we really sit down and think about it.
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I don’t miss those Michigan winters. Here, a temp of 50 degrees and you are guaranteed to see at least a half dozen people in winter coats. Slow service at the tiki bar is a hardship. The struggle is real.
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I’m convinced I could endure the tiki bar ordeal!
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It’s the sort of thing you have to keep doing until everyone gets it right.
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Real men also know that to avoid losing valuable appendages, put on your darn longjohns and extra socks, with gloves. That’s for real men. For men pretending to be real men who don’t care if they’re household gets their sickness after they pass it on, it’s ok to go out in their undies and catch bronchitis. You’re real enough!
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The iPod docking stations analogy was exquisitely funny. That image will be with me for a long time.
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Me too! I see it every winter morning, Lol!
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When I was a child we would stand over the registers in our nightgowns and watch them blow up like hot air balloons, When the inside of the gown was properly heated…only then we could run to the unheated upstairs bedroom and jump under the piled on quilts. Good times…good times.
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It’s so funny that you say that because we keep the heat way down during the day when we’re at work. I got home, turned the heat up and put my pajamas in the dryer just to warm them up enough to wear them.
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You gotta do what you gotta do.
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Exactly! No need not to consider yourself a “real man.” Just change your definition of it….I mean, what has tolerance for having your extremities frozen off really have to do with masculinity? Patience when the waiter is slow bringing your frosty cocktail is a much better masculine train to aspire to, I think.
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