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You’re not
going to believe this, but my darling hubby told me that felt “insulted” by my
last blog. Yes, the one about how much he contributes to cleaning on our
traditional housekeeping day, which is Saturday. In case, you missed that particular
blog, Chet’s contribution is vacuuming. Yes, that’s right; he vacuums while I
do everything else. In fact, if we lived on a farm, which we don’t and which is
probably a good thing given Chet’s aversion to physical labor, I could get up
at the crack of dawn, go out and plow the north 40, and when I finished—you guessed
it—Chet would still be vacuuming. Now, back to why Chet was offended by my
previous blog.
The reason
Chet took offense isn’t what you’re probably thinking. It wasn’t because I said
that he vacuums for hours on end while I clean the entire house, cook, mow our
lawn, mow the neighbor’s lawn, and paint the living room (A little exaggeration
perhaps, but not much). Chet, bless his heart, was upset because, when
describing the black hole that’s his office, I said, and I quote, “There are weights
stacked in the floor, and by weights, I mean everything from 25-pound dumbbells
to 50-pound iron plates.” And just why was Chet affronted by this comment?
Well, are you ready? It was because, in his opinion, the way I phrased the comment made it sound
as if he lifts “baby weights,” and I should have described his weights more
accurately in terms of poundage. (Roll of eyes)
Okay, so here
goes: My herculean hubby, with his rippling pectorals (pecs) and gun-sized
biceps lifts these really, really humongous weights. His dumbbells begin at a
mere 15 pounds but go all the way up to a whopping 80 pounds, which he uses with
absolutely no effort at all in order to execute curls, one-arm rows, flies, and
other exercises, the names of which elude me at the moment. Oh, and the iron
plates that he uses range from a lowly two-and-a-half pounds all the way up to
an astounding 50 pounds, and he mixes these different weight plates (Hmm,
weight and plates rhymes) to achieve maximum poundage for various exercises.
For instance, he lifts 275 pounds when performing an exercise called the “dead
lift,” And, by the way, he said to make sure that I tell everyone that he uses “good
form” when executing movements and that no one is “spotting” him. ” In other
words, it’s “all him.” (Another roll of eyes)
Also let me
add that Chet has a curl bar, in addition to dumbbells, which he loads with plates
of varying poundage in order to perform, well, curls obviously, and whatever
other exercises one performs with a curl bar (The actual names of these exercises also elude me
at the moment). He has another bar as well, though it’s straight instead of curved,
which he loads with assorted plates to execute squats, and his squats aren’t “sissy”
squats either but “macho” squats where his behind is “parallel” to his knees
(Or something to that effect). Oh, and these are really heavy squats, too. (Don’t ask me how many pounds he uses because I
haven’t the foggiest, but I know it’s a lot.)
Okay, there; I’ve
clarified the matter of how much weight my darling hubby lifts. It’s now on
record. He doesn’t lift “baby weights.” He lifts these really heavy, and I do
mean heavy, weights and his dumbbells
go all the way up to 80 pounds. Chet is so very strong, so absolutely herculean,
that I’m surprised someone hasn’t nominated him for Mr. Universe. How’s that?
Oh, and by the way, I not only cleaned the entire house today, cooked dinner,
and did the laundry, I also vacuumed.
