What to do when you need to trim your beard but don’t have electric trimmers.
So, I was snuggling with my boyfriend last night (who really needs to trim his beard, but hasn’t got anything to do that with as the moment), and I was just about to fall asleep, when this crazy image popped into my head of him using a fork and a pair of scissors to trim his beard. I burst into a fit of laughter, because it just looked so ridiculous, but to my half-sleeping mind it made perfect sense. Just turn the fork so it curves out, and use it to determine the length of the trim. Then combing the beard with the fork, begin snipping away with the scissors. With a little practice, one could get very quick with the scissors. Then tada! Perfectly groomed beard!
Naturally, my boyfriend wanted to know what I was laughing about, and we were in stitches for the longest time! He is seriously considering trying this when our roomate (his ex) is around, just for the amusement of her reaction when she stumbles upon such an asbsurd scene! Haha! I would pay to see that!
Why me, of course!
“Why, thank you ladies and gents! It is such an honour to win this prestigious award! Id like to give thanks to my trusty fnas here in the blogger realm, for your continued dedication. It must be a real challenge to faithfully follow a blogger who so rarely publishes a blog post, but somehow you do!”
[Takes a bow, accepts trophy, audiance applauds.]
Ok, enough nonsense! Seriously, though, my life has become so busy these last monhs, that sometmes I feel like I’m running on my last reserves of energy, hence my absence of posts lately. Unfortunately, that means it is taking much longer than it should to get the last of my chapter reviews finished before I can begin sending out my manuscript. Once in a while, I am fortunate enough to snag a few minutes to read the odd post from fellow bloggers, and I apologize for neglecting the bloggers I follow.
Well, that’s all I have time for today. Will keepyou updated when there is anything new to tell. Hope you’re all having a nice week!
Credit to Hyperion for this one. You can check out his post here: https://wp.me/p7FFs0-MI
So, here ya go, my sock loving friend! One of my favourite pairs of socks: Ski socks from Smartwool. They are a blend, I believe, but all of the Smartwool socks I’ve ever ownded have been wonderful! I need more, lots more!
There should be an award for lazy bloggers. I would definitely qualify! Clearly, I have procrastination issues. However, contrary to the title of this post, that is not what I want to write about today. The real reason for this post is to check in with my fellow bloggers and provide you all with a brief update.
So, I am struggling through my tendency to procrastinate, and am actually getting some work done on my manuscript. My final proofread before beginning the inquiry process is more that half way complete. I just finished going over chapter 7 yesterday, and will tackle chapter 8 tomorrow, if all things go according to plan. As it currently stands, there are only four chapters left to review, plus a little last minute tweaking, and then it will be ready to go.
Thanks for reading!
My inspiration to write this post comes from a personal matter I’m dealing with, regarding someone I care about who is a smoker. All of my efforts to persuade this person to give up smoking have failed. Something this person said a while back about how it has to come from him got me thinking.
Why do we change? Do we do it for ourselves, or does the will to change come from our love and consideration of the people in our lives?
I have a theory, based on my observations, not only of myself, but others I have known in my life. When we live our lives solely for our own gratification and desire, do we not then fall into reckless, even self-destructive behaviour? Do we not succumb to unhealthy habits, such as drinking, smoking, drug use, or even promiscuity in our sexual activities? Perhaps the self-indulgent behaviours are less obviously destructive or unhealthy, such as overeating, inadequate physical activity, etc.
But what happens when we have something or someone to live for? How does that impact the choices we make in our lives? Do we not then stop to think about how our choices and actions may affect those we love? I know this has been true for me. It was true for my grandfather, who only gave up drinking after my older sister and I were born. And I have seen it in others, how their priorities change, often drastically when they find a sense of purpose, be it becoming a parent or close loved ones.
This notion that making positive changes in our lives has to be something we want for ourselves, while all good and well, can’t be all there is. Often it seems to me that it is a cop-out, a cheap excuse to avoid difficult challenges, such as breaking addictions or bad habits. When taken in this context, as being only about ourselves, it seems to me narcissistic.
Human beings are social creatures. Nature did not create us to be loners. We thrive in healthy groups, where our efforts empower and strengthen those around us. When we devote ourselves to our families, friends, and our communities, we find renewed energy and motivation to be the best we can be, to live in a more positive and conscientious way. My belief is we can strengthen our own will power in this way, by cultivating a certain amount of selflessness. Not in the sense that we do not make any effort for self care, because that, too, is self-destructive. No, I mean that we find that perfect, harmonious balance of self-care and devotion to others, and in our modern, self-indulgent times, we need these renewed, strengthened bonds with the people who should matter in our lives.
“If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. … We need not wait to see what others do.” – Gandhi
The little lovebird my daughter found has been living with us since Sunday, and so far, no one has claimed her/him. So, it was high time we name our little birdie, but the question remained. What to name her/him? It doesnt help that we don’t even know the gender, so a gender neutral name would be preferable. However, I just wasn’t comingup with anything. We’ve been dubbing her Peeper, just to substitute until a name could be settled on.
Well, this evening I ran a few ideas past my daughter. My favourites were Nessie and Pippin. Frida says we can’t call the bird Nessie because the water dragon who lives in Loch Ness is already named Nessie. She prefered to call the bird Pip, after I explained that Peep sounds too much like peepee! 😂 My second choice was Pippin, and so we came to a compromise. Pippin as the full name, and Pip for short.
There you have it. Problem solved. Our bird has been given a name fit for such an adorable little rascal as s/he is! 😊
UPDATE: I found the owner of the lost bird, and Pippin is now back home with his human companion and his female mate. His actual name is Frtizti, and his owner was so relieved and happy to know he was safe and to have hime returned to her. We will miss our little buddy. We were all hoping that we wouldn’t be able to find his owner and get to keep him. But seeking his owner was the right thing to do, even if it does make us sad to see him go. Funny, he didnt want to leave, but I’m sure now that he is reunited with his mate, he is much happier. The last couple days he seemed pretty down. Then this morning I discovered that playing recordings of lovebirds cheers him up, so I kept the bird songs playing for him all day, and he was full of energy and charisma. He spent the whole day playing with all of us, even the children, so at least we had a happy last day with our Pippin (because to us, he will always be our little Pip)! 😊