Feeling of being a man going up and down + a lot more(I think...)

A whole lot of shit to go through, so I'll just start right away(it might not seem like much to some of you, but it is for me and if you don't like it then fuck off=).

Yesterday I went from testosterone filled chopping lumber the day before to vacuming and cleaning the house, or at least the ground floor. That's right; I cleaned and vacumed. I suspect that most of you would be screaming like Martin Tyler about 7:35 in this clip. I know, it's pretty amazing, but I did it. I even took out the carpets and a the pillows in the couch and gave them a beating to get some of the dust out(probably got a 1/10 of the dust out, but that's normal). And I did everything with a back that was fucked up from bending over the day before while chopping those damn pieces of wood up. Reason I did it? My mom's coming home today/tonight. She had given me orders to do so. Guess what my dad did to thank me. Let the dog in, twice. Thanks pop...

Today, however, I got a bit more manly work. I got the honour of cleaving the wood I chopped up two days earlier, or should I say "honour"? That too was backbreaking work. Instead of a chainsaw ready to rip up your leg you have a piston with God knows how much pressure ready to press your hand into a very pointy piece of steel or pieces of wood ready to fly in your face. Almost got one in the sensitive area. I'm glad I moved. It could have been very, very painful.

As noted, my mom's coming home from a week holiday on Crete tonight. I'll probably get pestered for sending so short messages to her. Does she know what SMS stands for? It's supposed to be short.

"How's everything going at home?"
"Good"

What more should I write? Should I write that the dog barked two times before laying down on the lawn and that a sheep went screaming for it's lambs again and that the sun hit the windows in a weird way that made the couch look lighter instead of black? There was nothing to report, not a single bit. The longest answer was that I had cleaned the house and I was waiting for my dad to come and mess it up(he let the dog do the dirty work...). I'm not good on texts unless it's a question that can't be answered in just one word. Don't mind having a text "conversation", but there are limits for what I care to write when my mother starts to worry after being gone 3 days. The house is still standing for God's sake.

"How's everything going at home?"
"House burned down, killed 4 cops and hacked the airforce and sent an airstrike at the neighbour."

If that had happened, I would have written that. If everything is going good, I'll write good.

One thing that also has happened is that I see a sudden change in the way guys write texts to me after they've gotten a girlfriend. Luckily, the don't end it with such as "Love you, honey" or something like that(would have resultet in a beating, physical and verbal), but one started using a whole lot of smileys, the =) type. I asked him later on what the hell he did that for. I had to. You don't write that sort of smiley to a mate unless it is something like "Cashley Cole got shot today=)" or something happy like that, but not in a regular "See you then" message. Reason he did it? His girlfriend had told him to use more smileys in his texts. He stopped sending me smileys afterwards, except the occasional =P type. We men are too weak. God help us all.