Home Sweet...What The !!!

My house is over run with testosterone. I try to balance that out with female pets but sometimes the testosterone is so strong my house begins to take on the stench of a football locker room right after a playoff game. The smell of sweaty socks, sweaty skin, armpits, and just that strong musky, male scent that only they can be proud of. This weekend Parent Blogger's Network has a contest for one to describe a man cave. My husband's man cave is not in my house but actually our garage. He has so many things in there that are beyond ancient from when his grandfather first built that garage back in 197something. There are a pair of pole climbers, electrical wiring just itching to burn a place down, and a myriad of other tools and junk things that only he is attached to. I've tried to throw things out and at one time I was able to actually PARK my vehicle in that cave but that has not happened in about five years. Here is the entrance:



Scary, isn't it? This is the perfect time of year for this post as the haunting season is upon us and I can warn you now that the inside of this cave is going to scare you. Please keep all children away from your monitor or face the daunting cost of rising psychiatric bills in your home. You have been warned.

The inside:



In this shot you will see a window. That window has sat in the exact spot since 1993.



All those things hanging on the left? (Picture below) Those all belonged to his grandfather who passed in 1983. 25 years ago.



Those beautiful white doors? I bought those for him for his 33rd birthday because I drove our old 1981 Omega Olds through the old doors.



The well? That's mine. I need to get it finished so I can put it out in the Spring.



That little mini - stereo? He has that hooked up to the speakers that are over 6' that used to be in our living room to provide "surround sound". I guess he wants surround sound in this man cave.



See the wires leading from it? (Picture below.)



These last two are shots of his two motorcycles. Neither of them run at this time because he has been working on them for almost 10 years now. Yes, you read right: TEN years. My husband is slow methodical in what he does and I think he's letting them "age" before he completes them because, I think, he believes everything gets better with age.





Here is a video with my commentary:



That is not the video I am using to help him win a new Man Cave from Bill Me Later. That video has to be more original, more funny, and way out there to get the attention of the judges. I'm hoping to have that completed by the end of today.

Mr. deserves his own man cave and thankfully it is not attached to our home. I would love to be able to watch him walk in his "cave" and find his tools, not trip over a plethora of shit stuff, and to be proud to have a place of his own.