Hair, did.

For whatever reason, our kitchen has become the surrogate place to get your hair cut/colored when you can't make it in to see Nell at her place of work. Which works great for me, because I love cleaning hair off my cutting boards.

I've turned into that guy!

I remember a day(not that far gone by) that I would see people on the street, arm extended out in front of their body, cell phone in hand. They were taking a photograph, and I would watch with my usual scorn. "That isn't a flipping camera", or "Another photo that will never make it off the LCD panel". You get my drift.

Now I have to look at myself, assuming the same damn position, loving it.







If you want to see more, there is now a whole damn portfolio on my website dedicated to these greazy things. I'm torn over this...

Mud Run, here comes me.

http://main.nationalmssociety.org/site/TR/General/MNMGeneralEvents?px=9009294&pg=personal&fr_id=17063

This is the dirty link to what promises to be a dirty, dirty time for me. Along with some of the people that I kettlebell with, I am signed up for the MS Mud Run in September. It's for science, Multiple Sclerosis to be exact. You, and anyone you know, can pledge money to me via the link and help me reach my very modest goal of $400.

Actually, if you really want to help, you could just run the shit for me, because it is no joke. I've talked to 3 people who have ran it already(2 of them ex-Marines), and they have been mentally planning for the run since it kicked their ass last year. These are people in much better shape than myself. It's time to get to work.





Oh, that looks nice...