Wednesday, September 9, 2015

I am Married to MacGyver



If I could choose one person to be stranded on an island with, it would be my husband. Awe, how cute, yeah, no. It’s not for the reason you think. I love him and all, but that’s not why he’d be my choice for an island roomie. He is MacGyver. You guys, I totally married MacGyver. 

Remember, MacGyver, the 80s show about the secret agent who got out of bad situations using ordinary household objects?

If you have a toothpick and some wire and are stuck on a cliff, he’s your guy. That would be my husband.

Most people talk about men as being handy. Like, he’s handy around the house, changing the oil in your car, hanging pictures or replacing a sink faucet. My husband does that kind of stuff, but he goes a step further to get his MacGyver status. 

For example, a few years ago, our vacuum died. I was stoked! I had been fantasizing about getting a Dyson for years and damnit, Mama was gonna get her a Dyson! Expect, effing MacGyver comes along and says, well it just needs a new thing-a-ma-jig, (that’s what I hear when he says technical crap) the vacuum store should sell the part. 

He sent me to the vacuum store with the part number and sure enough, they had it for $20. I didn’t get my Dyson. 

I shouldn’t complain though, because although there are many times, like the vacuum, where I could just be like, oh well, it’s broke, need to get a new one, MacGyver saves the day, and saves our bank account. 

This past winter I backed my minivan into his car and damaged both vehicles slightly. I have to admit it was kind of nice knowing that I didn’t have to worry about it. MacGyver fixed it. 

We needed a special sized baby gate for the basement stairs. MacGyver built one.

Every time we go on a road trip and I don’t know how we’ll fit all this stuff in our van, MacGyver plays Tetrus and has room to spare.

All MacGyver needs to save the world
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Anytime something breaks or just doesn’t work the way you need it to, he comes along and rigs something up, usually with bungie cords or zip ties, and it’s all good.

There are two things that have fueled his MacGyver flame in recent years, Amazon and YouTube. How do I fix the dryer, there’s a YouTube video for it. Need an obscure part for a lawnmower that won’t start, Amazon. How do I change the wheel thingy (my term, not his) on my car, YouTube.

A modern day version of the show would just be MacGyver on his smart phone, searching YouTube for a video explaining how to disable a bomb while fighting a bear or some shit. 

I sometimes wonder what it’s like to just call somebody when something needs to be fixed around the house or a problem needs to be solved. I wonder what it’s like to talk to a handyman or a plumber or a mechanic. When you’re married to MacGyver, you never get a chance to meet those kind of people. 

I give him a lot of shit because he is MacGyver, but honestly, without him, I would either be broke or have a lot of broken shit. Plus, it’s kind of sexy when a man fixes the pool pump and bonus for me that it’s my husband.



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14 comments:

  1. Tetris packed trunk? LOL! You are one lucky girl!

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  2. Good read. I am married to a McGuyvet too. so I ruined our vacuum cleaner. I was cleaning up around our wood stove one evening and sucked up a hot coal. The vacuum started on fire and was spewing flames. Not to give you any ideas or anything. Cheers!

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  3. Good read. I am married to a McGuyvet too. so I ruined our vacuum cleaner. I was cleaning up around our wood stove one evening and sucked up a hot coal. The vacuum started on fire and was spewing flames. Not to give you any ideas or anything. Cheers!

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  4. That sounds exactly like Phillip. He can fix anything as long as there's a YouTube video on how to do it.

    Don't tell him about McMaster-Carr or Grainger. They're like Home Depot on steroids.

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    1. Ha! I wonder if he already knows those, I'll have to ask him!

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  5. I am totally jealous as my husband can't even hang a picture on the wall without it falling down! ;)

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  6. Although my husband has many talents, I'm sort of married to the anti-McGuyver. He tries, but I'm always secretly happy to call in a professional. It saves time, money and arguments!

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