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Meant to post this on Monday, but I've been distracted.....

HAPPY MUSTACHVERSARY DANIEL!!

Celebratory Mustache Poem

One year ago, on a cool March day,

A man named Daniel decided to play.

As he was in the shower, he said to his wife

Bring me a razor, a mirror, and a knife

She brought them to him and when he was done,

He stepped from the shower and yelled, "It's the one!"

"On my face is a mustache, its ends are quite curly,

The middle is long and it looks kinda squirrely.

My mustache is great and I'll keep it awhile.

I'll only shave off when it goes out of style."

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When he wore it around, he received some stares

Little kids pointed and said "Look over there!"

Some people laughed, some people cried,

others suspected his brain had been fried.

But the mustache stayed on, in one form or another.

The ends have been curly, straight and touching each other.

****

And now it has lasted for exactly one year.

A proud day for him and he's made it quite clear.

"A mustache is a very grand thing to grow.

It shows everyone that you aren't the average Joe.

There's just one thing I really need to say,

Happy Mustache to all, and to all a good day!"

Love Me, Love My Jacket...

So my good friend Nikki had her birthday several Saturday's ago, and she just so happened to have an 80's birthday party to celebrate the year of her birth! Now I know as well as the next person that the 80s should never, EVER come back into style, but for celebrating one day, I'm all for going all out in crazy 80s style.

So being a crazy, fun-loving, fan of dressing up and looking AWESOME, my good friends and I helped create the most awesome thing that has ever existed: my beloved jacket.

Yes. Behold it's beauty. It says my name. It says 82 Rules. It has rhinestones and hearts and Bubble letters and stars and squiglies. It's THE most awesome piece of clothing I own, and I know that I am really not worthy to wear it. I love this jacket.

Here is a good front view, plus an awesome picture of my good friend Ashley. :-) She was totally rocking with a big shirt and big belt and some totally rad shades.

Brenda dressed up like the lady from Some Kind of Wonderful, plus she had a flask. Please look closely at the jacket and you might just see the shoulder pads!!

These two cool dudes are really just too cool for school.

The cutest couple I know....plus they look like they could totally do a mosh pit and be cool rock stars and such.

An awesome group pic that I stole from Nikki, but it looks totally sweet, so that's just how I roll.

Another awesome shot of my totally sweet jacket. And a great shot of Carolyn too. :-)

Seriously, though:

Jacket Haiku

Oh, oh my jacket

Comfort me with joyful thoughts

I love you, jacket

My Own Personal Prohibition

Today marks my 50th day of exercising everyday! I intend on keeping this practice up for a long time, but there is one thing I don't intend to keep up with.

Tomorrow ends a 51 day period of "No Alcohol" in my life.

I started this experiment (both alcohol and exercise) for the main purpose of being healthy and getting fit. I had been noticing for some time that whenever I drank, although it was never a lot, I felt stressed, tired, and moody. Plus, I have to say that my uncles death last year at the hands of a very drunk and very stoned ass-hole did have quite an effect on me, and the idea of driving home even after just one drink, has not sounded appealing since.

So generally, I quit drinking because of stress and health and ass-holes.

What I discovered:

The first 30 days of non-drinking I felt great (I think this was also due to the exercise). Overall, my body was getting fitter, my mind felt clear, and I have to say that this January was one of the best I've ever had. I would hang out with friends who were drinking, but I was never bothered, and I didn't really have any desire to drink at all. It was just no big deal.

Then February hit and everything changed. Suddenly, I started to have cravings for beer. Beautiful dark, creamy, delicious beer. I would dream about it at night, and daydream about it during the day. I held fast to my vow though, and I promised I wouldn't drink until my birthday.

Things started getting stressful at work, I was getting really irritable, and I had what I would describe as one of the worst work weeks ever. All I wanted on that Friday was to have a drink to help relax my muscles and my mind, but no. I suffered through and had a Diet Dr. Pepper instead.

And now it is the day before I get to drink again and I have come to one conclusion:

WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THIS??

I have basically realized that the thing I did to relieve stress actually ended up CAUSING me more stress than anything else.

My body was trying to tell me, "Okay, thanks for the break, I feel great and I'm ready to enjoy life again," but I completely ignored that, and now I feel more stressed than when I started. Basically my refusal to listen to what my body wanted was just plain dumb, and I can guarantee I won't be doing that again.

So tomorrow night I am going to drink a delicious beer. I'm not going to go crazy and get wasted or binge on shots, but I'm going to indulge myself.

Because sometimes, indulging is what does a body good.

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