I came in to work today and met a turtle outside my office. He was very lost. He looked at me helplessly and I knew instantly that his name was Petie Turtle. It turned out not to be Petie the Turtle, as I'd initially thought. We have no lake or retention pond anywhere near my office, so I have absolutely no idea how he got there. But I called Katelyn who hadn't gotten in to work yet and asked if she and her sister (who is visiting from Michigan) knew of a lake that we could help Petie find, since I don't live nearby and have no idea where a lake might be. She said yes. I put him in a Staples paper box and he tried to get out. A lot. He was very scared but he liked for me to talk to him. So I spent a good hour leaning over a box talking to a frightened turtle this morning. And by the time he left, I really loved him.
The final report was such: as soon as he saw the lake, he got very excited and scrambled straight to it as the instant his feet touched the ground. He jumped right in the water and swam around a lot. Goodness only knows how long it had been since he'd been in the water! The girls stayed a while to watch him and make sure he was happy. And he was. Consequently, I was too.
So, it's been a good week, in which I rescued Petie Turtle (maybe it's spelled P-e-t-e-y but I can't be sure as he did not bother to spell it for me) and exactly three ants, whose names I never did find out, that had snuck inside on some gardenias.
And also...why didn't I know about this earlier? There is a World Beard and Moustache Championship!! We all know I'm a fan of the facial hair. I don't know how I missed out on being a judge. With great categories that include "Freestyle Partial Beard" and "FuManchu," this is a really comprehensive showcase of the ridiculous things testosterone can force a person to do. I'm just sayin'. You will get a good chortle out of perusing the galleries of present and past winners.
Daily Bliss: an hour in the fabric store by myself and the lovely anticipation of a new project in my mind
Wake-up Playlist: It's Not Easy Bein' Green (In my defense, I was dreaming about gardening. This much I do know. Whether this ties to the deeper meanings of this silly tune I can't say.)
Showing posts with label beards. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tribute
Magnificent. Glorious. Resplendent.
What is this of which I speak? Oh, it's just my husband's beard.
To paraphrase the great Tenacious D*, This is not the greatest beard in the world, no, this is just a tribute.
Y'all know how I love a good beard.
I listen to musicians that have great beards (Sam Beam, Ray LaMontagne, the Avett Brothers, and Jim James, to name a few, but probably not Joaquin Phoenix).
I love movie characters with great beards (Leonidas from 300 - who kinda looks like my hubby anyway...maybe it's the teeth).
I snuck a picture once of a trolley driver with a fantastic beard.
Heck. I've even bought root beer because the dude on the label was sportin' a great amount of chin fur.
It's safe to say that I'm a fan.
I think it's a childhood thing. I come from hippies. Jesus people hippies, but still, they were hippies. Every guy had a guitar, a Volkswagen bus and a beard. And he probably wore flannel shirts all the time. We sang around camp fires, went to music festivals and all that sort of thing. So, I think the beard is just a happy thing for me. I inherently trust people with beards. Tattoos too, but that's another post entirely.
So, my patient, loving, considerate man decided he'd grow one. Just for me. And I simply adore it.
I hear you asking, now, why this post is called "Tribute."
Because he's shaving it off. He can't take it any more.
I've been putting it off by procrastinating this post. He promised to leave it on until I took pictures for my blog. And I've been meaning to post this for a good month or so now, but haven't taken pictures yet. So I read about beards on another blog today (great pictures and he's a Vineyard pastor too, which is where our little house church has its roots), and that, coupled with a dire warning from my hubby (I'm planning to cut my hair tonight, and if I nick this beard on accident, it's gone whether you've posted or not) spurred me to action. I had wanted to take nice, outside, well-lit and creative photos. But these will do.
Sigh. I will miss it.
But even my patient, loving, considerate husband has his limits. Especially when it comes to beards and posing for pictures.
BLACKOUT NIGHT UPDATE: If you are new here or just popping in for some reason and don't already know, my family takes one night a week and turns off the TV, game systems, computers and lights, eats a no-cook supper and plays board games by candle light. We call it Blackout Night. It helps us to focus on each other and quiet ourselves for a bit. We are trying to ease back into it after the craziness of the holiday season and it's not gone too well yet! But tonight, we made progress. An almost-no-energy dinner of black bean and asparagus salad with whole-grain crackers was enjoyed by all as we collapsed into the living room furniture, exhausted from our day and too tired to find candles to light. We'll try again next week.
DAILY BLISS: Seeing photos of my friend's new pet. It's a teacup-sized pot bellied pig!! I promise to take pictures for you if I ever see it in person.
*I absolutely cannot endorse their music. But the song "Tribute" was pretty funny. And I love Jack Black. There, I said it. He's my celebrity crush. And not just for the beard, either.
What is this of which I speak? Oh, it's just my husband's beard.
To paraphrase the great Tenacious D*, This is not the greatest beard in the world, no, this is just a tribute.
Y'all know how I love a good beard.
I listen to musicians that have great beards (Sam Beam, Ray LaMontagne, the Avett Brothers, and Jim James, to name a few, but probably not Joaquin Phoenix).
I love movie characters with great beards (Leonidas from 300 - who kinda looks like my hubby anyway...maybe it's the teeth).
I snuck a picture once of a trolley driver with a fantastic beard.
Heck. I've even bought root beer because the dude on the label was sportin' a great amount of chin fur.
It's safe to say that I'm a fan.
I think it's a childhood thing. I come from hippies. Jesus people hippies, but still, they were hippies. Every guy had a guitar, a Volkswagen bus and a beard. And he probably wore flannel shirts all the time. We sang around camp fires, went to music festivals and all that sort of thing. So, I think the beard is just a happy thing for me. I inherently trust people with beards. Tattoos too, but that's another post entirely.
So, my patient, loving, considerate man decided he'd grow one. Just for me. And I simply adore it.
I hear you asking, now, why this post is called "Tribute."
Because he's shaving it off. He can't take it any more.
I've been putting it off by procrastinating this post. He promised to leave it on until I took pictures for my blog. And I've been meaning to post this for a good month or so now, but haven't taken pictures yet. So I read about beards on another blog today (great pictures and he's a Vineyard pastor too, which is where our little house church has its roots), and that, coupled with a dire warning from my hubby (I'm planning to cut my hair tonight, and if I nick this beard on accident, it's gone whether you've posted or not) spurred me to action. I had wanted to take nice, outside, well-lit and creative photos. But these will do.
Sigh. I will miss it.
But even my patient, loving, considerate husband has his limits. Especially when it comes to beards and posing for pictures.
BLACKOUT NIGHT UPDATE: If you are new here or just popping in for some reason and don't already know, my family takes one night a week and turns off the TV, game systems, computers and lights, eats a no-cook supper and plays board games by candle light. We call it Blackout Night. It helps us to focus on each other and quiet ourselves for a bit. We are trying to ease back into it after the craziness of the holiday season and it's not gone too well yet! But tonight, we made progress. An almost-no-energy dinner of black bean and asparagus salad with whole-grain crackers was enjoyed by all as we collapsed into the living room furniture, exhausted from our day and too tired to find candles to light. We'll try again next week.
DAILY BLISS: Seeing photos of my friend's new pet. It's a teacup-sized pot bellied pig!! I promise to take pictures for you if I ever see it in person.
*I absolutely cannot endorse their music. But the song "Tribute" was pretty funny. And I love Jack Black. There, I said it. He's my celebrity crush. And not just for the beard, either.
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