Last night I spent a little while being manly.
I realize that opening sentence throws the door wide open for ridicule and joking. But that's okay. I fully realize, and have blogged before that I know my hobbies and interests aren't exactly the most "manly" things in the world. I don't hunt, work on cars, or build anything. So there's not a lot that I do that makes me feel like the stereotypical "manly" man. But last night was different. Last night I actually did something with my tools and was able to view the results of my work afterward.
I love the feeling of having an idea for a project, finding the right tools, completing the job, and looking at it afterward and being able to think "that looks exactly like I planned." Last night, Kristi asked me to do something for her. So I formulated a plan and gathered my tools… cordless drill (charged and ready) , hammer, nails, screws, sheetrock anchors, laser level, and tape measure . Now it was time to get to work. I watched my projected progress with pride, being careful the entire time to properly use the laser level, not wanting any flaws in this awesome display of what a man and his tools are capable of.
30 minutes later there were 10 pictures hung properly on our walls. Is that manly or what?
Tonight I might get real bold and check the oil levels in our cars.
Lookout there's testosterone in the area.
