When I got involved with Bloggers for Movember in 2012, I participated for a few reasons.
- Le Clown asked me, and you don’t tell him no. Unless you like flaming clown poop on your doorstep.
- I love facial hair much more than the average person. I’d take a bearded throw blanket any day.
- It was a great way to get involved with the blogging community and a charitable cause all at the same time.
I slept well every night of Movember 2012 knowing that I had done my part as an upstanding citizen of both the non virtual and virtual worlds of which I was a part. However, this year Bloggers for Movember means much more to me on an intimate level. This year, Movember has sunk into me… deep. BFM isn’t just something I am proud to put my name on. It has made me tap into my appreciation for the men I love, the men I like, and even the ones that I don’t. Read the rest of this entry
The wonderful ladies at The Indie Chicks have invited me back in for some double shot coffee to talk about Bloggers for Movember, and this time, I am not just blabbering about how I want to pet all men with facial hair. This year, I wanted to explain why I find Bloggers for Movember to be a positively impacting cause by writing about an experience that wasn’t so positively impacting.
It’s Monday again. It is Thanksgiving week. I am going for two cups of coffee today. Maybe snort some pixie stix too. It could only help at this point.
I haven’t had this tired of a Monday in a while. I suppose that’s what all the traveling this weekend did to me. And all the baby holding. You will be relieved to know that the baby is still alive and well after the holding.
You will be happy to know that I thought of some of you while I was there. Read the rest of this entry
When I heard about Movember, I was sure it was all about some gang of hardcore landscapers ready to pull their rip-cords and just start weed whacking their way across the country.It is not. No one likes to mow that much.
I know he doesn’t need much of an introduction with you regulars in this blog land, but a certain Le Clown has kindly invited me to learn what Movember really is all about and extended an opportunity for me to help spread the word along with a few others. Let’s get ‘er done y’all.
Movember is a cause for men’s health and more specifically a platform for raising awareness about prostate and testicular cancer. The idea is to draw attention to the cause by encouraging the growth of glorious mustaches throughout the month of November. Obviously, Le Clown knows a thing or two about strategy, because I believe he used his knowledge of my obsession with facial hair to lure me in to this project. Where else would I rather be but smack dab in the middle of a bunch of blossoming mouth brows?
If you can’t physically grow a ‘stache, you should just go cry, because facial hair is the bees knees. I am only kidding, there are many other ways to support Movember should you be mustache growingly challenged. Here are some options:
- Re-blog this or Le Clown’s or any post about Movember.
- Grab that sexy badge up there and post it to your blog sidebar or wherever floats your boat.
- Tweet it up
- Write your own post about Movember or an experience you have had dealing with testicular cancer.
- Like the Bloggers for Movember Facebook page.
- Make a donation under the Bloggers for Movember team. (Click here to join if in the US and here to join for Canada)
- Make out with someone with a mustache (pics or it didn’t happen!).
The more mustaches the merrier, so get ready. Movember is just around the corner.
- Must have a mustache stencil for Movember (designinspiration.typepad.com)
- Movember 2012 – Beginnings (armaitus.wordpress.com)
- Movember 2012 – Pre Mo Gro (diarydad.wordpress.com)
My parents thought I was a boy up until a few short weeks before I was born. Surprise! I was penisless. My parents had even already decided on naming me Joseph. Why am I telling you this? Well, this week’s Blogger Idol topic is a day in the life of you if you were the opposite gender. Finally, I can delve deep into my penis envy. This will be cathartic. I can feel it.
I am pretty indifferent to the name Joseph, and being that I can’t think of a suitable male version of the name Becca, I am going to use my parents’ name fail. We will actually go with Joe for short, because I am a nickname kind of gal/guy. Please enjoy: A day in the life of Joe (I was either meant to participate in this blog prompt in some cosmic way, or I really have been watching way too much Dawson’s Creek)
As Joe, I wake up and admire my new junk. We are being honest here, right? Scratch that (not literally). Instead I will first sleep in until ten minutes before I head out the door. Five minutes for junk admiration and five minutes for teeth brushing, slapping on some Old Spice deodorant and throwing on my clothes. No shaving. I am a
manly man freaking lumberjack and manly men freaking lumberjacks have beards dammit.
On the drive to work I am definitely jamming some Nirvana or some other band from the nineties and definitely not trying to lent roll my entire body while avoiding oncoming traffic. Real men don’t have cats, right? No, I think I now have a Great Dane named Joe the III. Read the rest of this entry