17 days and counting...
Another Tuesday is here, friends.
As the hour glass gets closer and closer to running out on my upper lip masterpiece, I was told by Jeff that there is still one thing I need to accomplish before it's time to shave the 'stache off: The highly coveted icicle beard. It just so happens my friend Andy wrote about this very topic a couple weeks ago on his blog. You should check out his excitement at successfully getting an I.B. Click Here. I'll have a good chance at accomplishing my own icicle beard as this Thursday starts a special 4-day anterless deer hunt here in Wisconsin. Seeing as how we got 9 inches of snow last night and we're expecting a high of 21 on Thursday, I'd say I've got a good shot at the I.B. (speaking of hunting, this weekends hunting efforts will be included to the not yet published but nearly finished "Chris Aderhold Inaugural Deer Hunt Journal")
I don't have much more to say this week, other than I've been pretty melancholy thinking about having to shave this bad boy off soon, in addition to the fact that I have received very little feedback on what I should blog about post-Mustache Diaries.
I hope y'all are well!
4 comments:
Yes, the ice beard is truly a badge of honor, good luck my friend.
As for what to post next, I think you should become a small game hunter and trapper and tell of your adventures. Maybe some comments on the current happenings in the sports world. I always enjoy ranting about whatever ticks me off at the time of my posting. Maybe even production updates from your latest feature films. Reflections on God in nature. "A Day in the Life of A Catholic Camp Assistant Director" would be a good post.
Mr. Aderhold, I wanted to compliment you on your facial hair growth. It is much improved in just the couple weeks since I saw you last. Miller pointed out to me that part of the difference may be heavily rooted in the fact that you got a hair cut... it definitely is better than we could have predicted from those first pictures.
As far as the speed of hair growth in cold weather, it has the same affect on women's leg hair in the winter. That is probably too much information, but I'm guessing if you had asked any female at camp about your facial hair growth during hunting season, they probably would have been able to tell you of this phenomenon.
As for your future topics, no particular ideas, but i mean just take anything and go for it. Who could have predicted the hilarity of the Mustache Diaries?
:)
I said it yesterday and I'll say it again, I love this blog! :) You have a very refreshing style. While some (like me) tend to rattle on, you have perfected what a high school English teacher of mine termed the "skirt Length" entry--long enough to cover what needs to be covered, and short enough to be interesting!
Your 'coon hunting story reminded me oh-so much of the beloved classic, "Where the Red Fern Grows." If you've read it, you know why. If you haven't, then for Pete's sake, read it!
As for what to write about next, it's a little like throwing darts. Pick a topic and go to town...........
I don't know if any of my other groomsmen have experienced this, but occassionally I drool in my sleep. Now, before embarking on this venture of facial hair cultivation, I merely would have wiped the saliva from my face, rolled over and continued my slumber. Ohhh for the days of simplicity, now the endeavor takes on a whole new face. When this irritation rouses me from my sleep, it is not a simple matter of wiping away, but an uncomfortalbe, to say the least, crepitation of stiff wirery hair in the opposite direction of its intended grain. The moisture hides behind the prison bars that are my facial hair and hunkers down much like I envision the helpless Raccoon that Mr. Aderhold so cruely pursued under the bank of tree roots.
I think of this because I can only imagine what it would be like if that saliva were allowed to freeze.
Am I the only one who has experienced this discomfort?
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