Posts Tagged ‘Weekend’

Today, for most people, is Friday. The beginning of the weekend. Well for me today is Saturday. But only for about ten more weeks, then Saturday is Friday, Sunday is Saturday and Monday is Sunday. See how that works. Confused? Well, I really don’t care how you feel because it ain’t worth shit to even not be confused because you probably don’t have to work it.

So this week was a good one. The beard actually looks like it has made some noticeable growth in regards to the longevity department. I was alerted to this possibility by my unsuspecting wife, because she told me it was time for a trim. She was met with a small bit of joy, which caught her by surprise. I was also alerted/berated about the length of my hair. It is quite long, longer than my hair as ever been, long. I love it. I can do so many things with it now. Things that I yet know not how to do.


Like braiding and wrapping and combing and hair drying and other shit along the same lines. I can, when needed put that shit in a bunch. But thats only when we are burning or I’m working out. I can’t bring that mess home, nu uh Sara would have my hide. The one thing that I can’t seem to figure out is washing this mess. I wash it, but I continuously get shampoo all up in my ears. Mainly when I rinse.

Tried to blow dry my hair once. That was a disaster. That is an art and a talent. I could not run the brush and the hair dryer at the same time.

These are reasons why I am a country fellow. And my hair looks awesome naturally natural too.

I have been wanting to change my avi, but there is no picture that rivals how awesome that one is. My beard is so much better than in that picture, because thats over a year ago. But the wolf shirt and grenade make it so much more than just a photo.

Time for me to get on outta here. We are going to take Baby Gurr to Chuckie Cheese’s for her birthday. At 0900 in the morning, because that is when they open. I think it’s safe to say, we won’t have to wait in any lines. Then it’s off to build – a – bear. Were she will make a stuffed animal that Stoney the dog will have to be reminded 1 million times that it is not his.

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Beards raising money for churrins!

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The past week has been busy. This time of year is my busy time. With lighting fires and all. Good fires though, not bad fires. And I get paid, real money for this shit I tell ya. The beard has had an interesting few days. I noticed two days ago that the beard has gained some length. Which is awesome, because My beard does not look that long. Two main reasons are the reason for this. One, because my beard hair is curlier that a hogs tail. Two, I have alot of neck beard.

So the beard has been starting fires, in the woods, and getting paid. This means, most of the wonderfully awesome food morsels that take refuge in the beard during lunch, which are typically warm leftovers, are now cold. Lots of sandwiches inhabit the beard this time of year. Bread crumbs maneuver their way into the crevices of the hair jungle, making themselves just visible to the most keen of beard gazers.

Anyone with a beard knows what I mean. We typically have shit in our beards after eating. It is a right of passage, to finally have a beard worthy enough of keeping food. Some folks will tell you, some folks won’t. The ones who will alert you to, what they perceive as a socially unacceptable manner fail, are the beard gazers. The beard has magical powers. These gazers become enthralled in the magic, some knowingly, some unwittingly.

I have so much to talk about. But I am yet not busy enough to conglomerate the information into a formidable form of proper grammar connotations. But, alas! I am off on Friday and Saturday for a few months. Go!
This was our warming fire during lunch. There’s only a thousand acres of fire around us, it was cold ish, not for me but for two others.


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