Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Facial Hair

So, Paige has this weird obsession with facial hair. Seriously. An obsession. I don't know what's wrong with her.

I can't stand facial hair (on me) because I can't grow hair on my face. My older brothers, they can grow hair. Me. . . not so much.

Anyway, few days ago, Paige convinced me to try and grow out my facial hair for a week. I thought it'd be fun to see what people thought. Honestly, I think Paige had more fun than I did.

For example:

Conversation with my little sister:

"Are you growing a mustache Joe?""--MC

"Maybe." --me

--laughing--MC

--very laughing--Paige

It was interesting how many people I ran into that I hadn't seen in a long time, and how many new people I met. If any of you are reading this and saw me with facial hair, just remember to blame Paige.

Anway, so, here's what I looked like after 4 days ( I had shaved everything but the almost-a-mustache) . You can see it . . . sort of, if you squint one eye a little. It's probably the bad lighting that it's hard to see, not the fact that my facial hair gene is almsot non-existent.

. . . . . I'm not really sure what Paige is doing in the background.

Anyway, after 4 days i gave up (thank you missionaries for calling me and asking if i could come teach with you . . . it was a great excuse).

But, I started wondering what I really would have looked like if I would have continued to grow my facial hair. Here are some possibilities.
1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.
I think I'll keep shaving.



:)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Must be the endorphins

Ever wonder how Joseph--an amazingly speedy & talented & very in-shape runner--tolerates running with a lazy, sauntering, not-so-in-shape runner like myself?

Aside from his unfailing patience, I'll tell you his secret: on any given workout he probably runs twice as far as I do. Now you may ask, how is that possible, given that we go running together? Observe this map of a typical run:

I am the red lines, Joseph is the green. NO joke he runs zig-zags and circles around me while I struggle for life just to make it through our workout.

It kinda reminds me of Billy from the Family Circus:

[side note: I'm guessing that was not the original caption to this picture but it was the best one I could find to illustrate my point]

Sometimes when he has way too much energy I'll just point out a sign 100 feet away and say "sprint to that and back!" to let him to burn some of it off. So if I run 4 miles, chances are Joseph ran 7 or 8. This is why Joseph is gonna be ready for our marathon and I am not. Impressive much? Yeah, that's Joseph for ya :)

Monday, May 4, 2009

Hand Painting

So a couple of days ago, Paige and I were going to go running. She came over to my apartment, sat down, and started laughing. Now, I’m used to girls looking at me and laughing, you know, nothing too new. But usually they do this after looking at my face. This time she was looking at my left hand.
Curious at this strange behavior, I looked down and saw this looking at me:


There was a face drawn on my hand! complete with eyebrows and eye color!
. . . . Ok, so I was really bored at work. And there are a lot of permanent markers at work. And did I mention I was bored? Anyway, yeah, once again I guess it was that dang 9-year-old cub scout coming out. Yeah, Paige laughed and made fun of me.

Funny thing, the next day in church, I look over at Paige and she’s drawing on her hand. Weird. And what was she drawing?
ps. Love the eyelashes
:)