Real Men

Let's be honest. If you are a middle aged American woman (even a very young and hip middle aged woman) who spent the Thursday nights of her childhood watching Little House on the Praire, then somewhere in your recipe of the perfect man there is at least a little bit of Charles Ingles. Okay, A LOT of Charles Ingles. Why? Because Charles Ingles was REAL MAN. He wasn't afraid of hard work. He wasn't afraid to get dirty and tired and maneuver a plow with one hand while carrying a rifle with the other. I love Real Men, and this is a tribute to 3 in my life.

And, here they are! Working together with Dad at the lead.

This is the REAL, Real Man.

Real Man in training . . . Drive that wedge, Will.

Another real man in training . . . watch these action shots.

(Look closely and you can see his cheeks puffed out.)

This kid, uh, I mean Almost Real Man, doesn't do anything halfway.

Look at my baby rip that log apart with his bare hands. I love it!

That's right, a real man will bend over 200 times to pick up 200 logs to carry to the woodpile, if that's what it takes to get the job done. "Don't worry, Half-pint, we'll be safe this winter when the snow blows in. Pa's fire will keep this little cabin toasty and warm."

Did I forget to mention that two of these Real Men are actually named Charles??? Interesting . .

And this, is what Real Women do who have Real Men in their lives. They sit and watch and admire.



You know the best thing about Real Men . . . .

. . . they work just as hard when noone is watching and when it doesn't even benefit them.

Now, that's REAL.