Challenge Accepted…What’s To Come

The journey of the “hair challenge” continues!

I’m getting to the point where the help of a professional will come in handy. It won’t be long until things are all fro’d out. So, I need a little shaping and texturizing in order to get the hair to go more in the direction of Hubert Keller and less in the direction of Freddie “Boom Boom” Percy Washington of Welcome Back Kotter fame!

I have had a few people ask if I have any clue what my hair will look like as it grows out. The answer is, unfortunately, “yes”.

Below, you will find a couple of pictures that give an example of what my hair has looked like in the past when I’ve let it grow out. I do expect to receive several comments about the hair, the glasses, and especially the facial hair. The pictures were taken in the mid-90’s, in the house of Brett Conaway, Chip Baker, and Matt Hemeyer on College Avenue in Muncie during my freshman year at Ball State University. I’m pretty sure if you could zoom out a bit, there would be some Rhinelander nearby. And, we were probably watching skate videos with the volume turned down while listening to obscure indie rock…or speed metal. That gives you a decent frame of reference for my state of mind at the time…explaining the “look” I was going for. But, you must admit that is a sweet They Might Be Giants shirt…and an awesome cardigan!

If I’m willing to publicly share these photos…then I’m definitely willing to let my hair grow out like Hubert Keller. Hear this, Emily Morris, I will not…I repeat…I will NOT lose this challenge!

Challenge Accepted…What’s At Stake???

We’re not very far along in this challenge. So, the growth of my hair is not very noticable…outside of the growing numbers of white hairs making an appearance on the top…and the sides of my head.

Emily used to be polite and tell me that they were just really light blonde hairs. I have a feeling that, with this challenge, she will begin to be less polite and point out each new white hair that reveals itself. This will be her attempt to get me to throw in the towel.

After a number of days in discussion, we have settled the terms of this challenge.

If I succeed at growing my hair out like Chef Keller’s, Emily has to arrange a trip to Hubert Keller’s Fleur de Lys in San Francisco.

If Emily throws in the towel and begs me to cut my hair before completing the full challenge, she has to arrange a trip to Hubert Keller’s Burger Bar in St. Louis.

If I throw in the towel and give up on the challenge, I have to take Emily to the LaSalle Grill in South Bend for dinner, followed by dancing…whether it be ballroom or booty shaking…she doesn’t care…as long as she gets to see me do the Rerun dance (you only need to watch the first 45 seconds).

So, there you have it!

Challenge Accepted…Day One

Last night, Emily issued a challenge…And, I am not one to back down from any challenge.

The challenge is to grow my hair out like Chef Hubert Keller.

So, throughout the journey, I’ll post pictures updating my progress.

This is day one of the challenge. I have a long way to go. Can anyone suggest some supplements that will encourage hair growth???

Sometimes Life Is Like…

I’ve come to the realization that life is a whole lot easier if you can laugh at yourself. There are times when situations arise that, if you let them, could really turn your day upside down. However, if you respond with laughter (in certain circumstances), you might just be able to see the humor, the joy, the lesson in it all.

Because…sometimes life is like a cat that relieves itself on you.

Let me back up a bit.

So, yesterday, I was rocking out to the sounds of The Clash with Sammie and Jocelyn. We have a blue beanbag chair in our front room that the girls love to dive into. Well, in the midst of dancing to The Clash’s version of “I Fought The Law and the Law Won”, I look over to see Jocelyn dive into the beanbag. I didn’t really think much of it…until I saw her splashing her hands in some kind of liquid.

My first thought was, “Oh man, the lid came off of her drink.” However, as I got closer, I noticed that the liquid sure didn’t smell like water.

I then realized that it was all over her pajamas…did she vomit? I asked her, and as any almost 17-month old would do, she nodded in affirmation.

I wish it was vomit…Instead, it was cat urine.

So, I began to go into a full rant, “Stupid cat! Why would that stupid cat pee on the beanbag chair?”

I quickly picked up Jocelyn and headed to the tub. She was totally having a great time! I continued my rant, letting Emily fully know how disgusted I was with her cat.

And, I became totally self-righteous as I protested under my breath while bathing Jocelyn. “Why am I having to clean Jocelyn up? It’s not my stupid cat. I’m not the one who shut the door to the room where the cat box is.Blah, blah, blah!!!”

So, Jocelyn was having a great time in the tub…and I couldn’t help but laugh…that is, until I had to clean up the cat.

“Why do I have to give the stupid cat a bath? It’s not my stupid cat to begin with.”

And, I sort of got what I deserved. As the cat and I headed into the bathroom, I noticed that my shirt was getting rather warm. And, the warmth was accompanied by the feeling of liquid running down my shirt and pants.

I’d been hit! The stupid cat got me! “Your stupid cat is peeing on me!”

While bathing the cat, I began to see the humor in it all.

My daughter…playing in cat urine…thinking it was tons of fun.

My fat and lazy cat…relieving herself on me…probably out of fear and confusion.

There I was, covered in stinky cat pee, and I just had to laugh.

Why the laughter? You see, all I had to deal with yesterday was a little bit of cat urine. Disgusting? You bet! But, in light of the various struggles that others face on a daily basis, this is nothing.

There are people whose bodies are being ravaged by disease, malnutrition, lack of decent hygiene and health care.

There are people who have no clue where their next meal will come from.

There are people who have no idea how they will possibly be able to make their next mortgage payment…let alone cover their utilities.

There are people who have faced a great deal of loss.

There are people who are unemployed or underemployed…and the job market isn’t really picking up.

These are not the kinds of things we laugh about…

And, I have the audacity to pitch a fit over some cat urine?

So, today, I choose to laugh. Today I choose to give thanks (for things like a daughter who thinks it’s a riot to play in the cats mess!) and not let the small things explode into big things that take my focus off the One Thing that can turn a frustrating moment into a hilarious memory.

James 1:2-3  Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.

Pslam 30:11-12  You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!

Stuck in Muncie…

What a difference a day makes!

Yesterday, Emily and I were traveling to Muncie to drop the girls off at my parents house as we were headed to Delaware, Ohio for my class at MTSO.

When we were just outside of Alexandria, IN, I received a voicemail from the church office informing me that someone from MTSO had called to let me know that this weekend’s classes had been canceled due to the pending snow storm.

The question was, “what do we do now?” We were about 15 minutes from my parents house…

One option would have been to turn around and return to Lafayette.

The other option was to finish our trip to Muncie and visit family and friends.

As most people know, if the grandparents are planning to see their grandchildren, you can’t call and say, “we’re not coming.” From my experience, that is almost as severe as pulling the plug on ones parents.

So, we made our way to Muncie. We stopped off at my mom’s school. Grandma enjoyed parading her grandkids around the building and in the teacher’s lounge. It was in the teacher’s lounge where I decided I no longer wish to visit my mothers school. Some of my former teachers tried to imply that I was not exactly a “model student”. They implied that I was talkative and always in trouble. Of course, they are getting older and their memories probably just aren’t what they used to be.

Then it was on to my parents house where we found my father up on a ladder fixing gutters before the pending snow storm. It didn’t take him long to get the ladder put away and get inside with the girls.

So, we decided to stay the night and visit.

Emily called some friends and planned an evening out. Greg and Carol invited us to join them for dinner and asked if we would like to go to the Indian restaurant. Emily asked if that would be okay and my response was, “Muncie has an Indian restaurant?”

By the way, the Sitara is awesome! The food was amazing! The service was great…there is a long story that would explain how hard they will try to please their customers with strict dietary guidelines.

At dinner, Greg and Carol also informed us of a new Thai restaurant in downtown Muncie.

I guess when Adam Weber started the whole “Muncie…We’re Trying” campaign he was right. Muncie really is trying!

Of course, overnight the snowstorm made its way across the state and now we are “stuck” in Muncie. Of course, by mid-afternoon I expect the roads will be greatly improved and we’ll be able to consider heading back to Lafayette.

However, a Friday lunch trip to the Heorot will be required…if I can get there!

In reality, we’re not stuck in Muncie. We have numerous friends we can visit. We have some relaxed time to spend with my parents. And, we have the possibility of a trip to the Heorot!