Showing posts with label manly things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manly things. Show all posts
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Pyromaniacs
Lucky for us, the house we rented on vacation had a fire pit. Instead of buying wood the man and his brother decided to chop some. That was quite entertaining; watching them trying to out-do each other as lumberjacks.
Once there was enough chopped wood, it was time to build the fire. The men did an excellent job building one.
Once the fire was at a suitable heat and flame height, it was time to get out the s'mores stuff.
Last year I needed help holding the marshmallow over the flames and this year was no different; I still required assistance. My lady helped me roast the marshmallow to the perfection; slightly golden brown, not burnt.
The woman had to help me out eating them; she held them for me, otherwise, my feathers would have gotten sticky, which would not have been a good situation for anyone.
After our bellies were full of s’mores, it was time to kick back with my lady and enjoy the fire.
Of course, the man had to get up and poke the fire; in fact, all the men took their turn poking around in it.
It made me wish the man and I had a fire pit at home. Hopefully, someday we will.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Mr.Penguin learns how to change oil
Recently, the man gave me a lesson about how to change car oil. First, we had to gather all the supplies we'd need: funnel, oil, oil filter, and a container for the old oil.
Next, we had to lift up the car; we got these fun Rhino ramps from the auto store.
Then, we put the oil container under the car, and drain out the old oil. This takes awhile.
When it came time to pour in the new oil, I needed a little help from the man; the oil jug was pretty heavy.
Now, it's time to wait (again) for the new oil to drain in.
Time to check the oil level.
Oil level perfect; a job well done for the penguin and the man.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Building a Plyometric Box
The man decided a good item to have in our gym would a plyometric box to increase his vertical jump. Depending on which side is up, you have the option of three different heights to jump up on.
I agreed it was a great idea, it just took some time to plan out how to make one. After mapping out our dimensions and design, we went to Lowes to buy the lumber.
Back at home we assembled all our tools and wood to begin building.
We had Lowes cut a panel of wood into the dimensions of the sides of our box, all we needed to do was saw down some 2"x2"s for added reinforcement. We decided to do this outside so we wouldn't make a mess in the Sweat Shop.
Fearing blisters may form on my delicate flippers, I decided to allow the man to have a go at sawing.
Now, I’m not about to get a splinter in my flipper, so I decided to take over supervising, while the man did all the manual labor.
We gathered up the support posts and took them inside to begin building. Everything seemed to be going well but then we hit a snag. As we were laying out the box to assemble it, we discovered a miscalculation; 4 of our support posts were about 3 inches short. We had some left over wood, but not enough to even make 2 posts. We were pretty disappointed. It was late and seemed pointless to run back out to the the [not so close] store to get one more 2”x2”. The woman and I felt really bad because we knew how excited the man was to have this man project. And once he started, he--understandably--wanted to finish it. The man was not ready to give up, he kept trying to make it work out. But you can't make a wood post magically grow 3 inches.
Finally, the man figure out why we miscalcualated. The pieces of support wood were only 1 ½” wide, not the 2” he assumed.
It took a lot of pleading and gentle prodding, but the woman finally convinced the man to just step away from his project to regroup and replan.
The man, being tenacious, was not willing to throw in the towel just yet, so we decided to just continue on building the box, omitting the interior reinforcement posts.
After all sides were drilled and glued in place, we tested it out. It was fine, strong enough to hold the man’s weight. We both let out big sighs of relief.
Can't wait to add this box to the man's training regimen.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Eye of the Tiger
The past couple weekends we’ve been watching the “Rocky” movies. Boy, I tell ya, it has really inspired me to start training. I, too, have the heart of a champion. I don't want to beat somebody up, I’m too sophisticated for such things, I just want to get ripped.
Lucky for me, the man bought some baller fitness equipment. I helped him organize and set up our home gym. We're slowly acquiring the proper equipment to get buff. I think we are going to call it Mr Penguin’s Sweatshop. It has a nice ring to it.
First things first, we had to suit up.
Then it was time to clean and organize the messy basement, so we had a nice clear area to work with:
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We bought some carpet to put down so we’d have some padding; it took 4 squares to cover the area we had cleared out.
Once that was done it was time to bring in the equipment. I had to show the man the best places to set up each piece.
After observing one of the man’s workouts, I think my talents will be best utilized in coaching and motivating the man, just as Mick did for Rocky. I can keep time for him as well as tell him what to do (I am an exceptional boss). I’m excellent at barking out orders.
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