It's Fucked Up That I'll Probably Never Be A Lumberjack

i'm obsessed with flannel. 
and anything with a checkered pattern. 
and anything lumber-jack related.
don't judge me.
here are some examples.

i also have some in red, blue, and pink.  in retrospect i could have gotten a pile of them together and taken a picture.  eh.  hindsight.
here's some photographic evidence of me stealing the flannel that lincoln got from his parents for xmas.

and most importantly, seven brides for seven brothers.

i've watched this movie a gazillion times and i can't for the life of me remember whether the brothers are lumberjacks or not.  but at one point in the movie i know they're chopping wood.  and that's good enough for me.  i guess it's mainly about a bunch of brothers that can't let any of their other brothers have a tiny bit of individuality.
but what i do know is that i would like to be a lumberjack for day.  mainly for the flannel.
ok only for the flannel. 
and only if i could get a blue ox named babe like paul bunyan.

but that won't happen.  i just have Chuck McCat.  and he's terrible with an ax.