The Testosterone Pit

So I arrive home from work Saturday and I find my hubby and all three sons hunkered down in the rec room watching the televisions. No that is not a typo - - - you read correctly - -- T.V.'s as in more than one. They had set up an additional t.v. beside the big one that usually resides there. Why? So they can watch each and every minute of the BC Lions football game AND the Vancouver Canucks game. Following their initial outrage at two home teams schedules overlapping, they devised a way in which they could simultaneously view both games.

Oh, did I mention there was also power tools on the coffee table? Seriously. Two games, one workshop project, audible body emissions, and beer.

Is it any wonder I retreated (quickly....very very quickly) upstairs and sat myself down in front of the remaining tv for a marathon session of 'Say Yes to the Dress' accompanied by pink fruity alcoholic drinks???? I think not.

Hey Doc! I have a new place for you to put your stethoscope........

My doctor used to say to me, "You are getting to that age........" and now he says, "Well, you know, you are at that age.............." and I truly want to demonstrate the creative ways I can utilize his blood pressure cuff, hypodermic needles, and chillingly cold stethoscope on his esteemed medical being.

I don't need a family doctor; I need a good spin doctor.

ARCHIE PERFERS BLONDES??????

***Addendum to August Blog regarding Archie proposing to Veronica: http://andyouthoughtyourlifewasboring.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-not-cool.html

Okay, just when my outrage had started to abate and I figured maybe the fickle Archie actually does deserve the shallow, self-absorbed, vindictive Veronica as his bride it appears that maybe they won't be walking down the aisle after all. Apparently Archie is engulfed in a dream-like episode (six parts! All at your nearby participating comic book dealer!) where he arrives at a fork in the road (I'm going to call it Epiphany Corner) where one path leads to a married life with Veronica, the other with Betty. His dream-like state has him travelling both roads where you can discover all the colourful details in the accompanying comic books. Each scenerio has him as the father of twins.

It does make one wonder though: Archie has known both these women for several decades now --if his indecisiveness can only be resolved through a dream-like mode then how will he ever know which twin he just fed and which is still hungry?

This all leaves me feeling rather unsettled and uncomfortable. I think I am headed back to those issues featuring Hawkman. No wishywashiness there. Just wicked wings, edgy head gear, and a great body. No decades long period followed by a floaty reverie to make important decisions --- no, Hawkman knows what he wants and goes after it full speed ahead.

It helps that he can get there by flying on his own power rather than in an old Model A jalopy.