Random pictures stolen from the internet.

There are 3 types of bloggers:

1) You are clever and write clever things.

2) You are artsy and post artsy pictures you took with your own artsy camera.

3) You steal things clever and artsy people do, post them, and take partial credit for being clever and artsy for recognizing others cleverness and artsyness (sp?).

I think I fit into the 3rd type but I will try to throw in some of my own stuff every now and again.

(1991)

(2000)

(2010)

"Oh, come on, Mr. Ocean."

Dear Josh

About 7 months ago I asked my brother Josh to send me a picture of Penny punching Shaq. Since he hates his baby brother and doesn't read his blog (by that logic everyone hates me because no one reads my blog but Buster) I decided to just go ahead and post the picture myself. You know, cause it has Penny. And I love Penny.

To Josh's credit, I also asked him to burn me a CD of songs he loves but he thinks I would hate. He has somewhere around 8000 songs on his ipod so I thought it was a good challenge. Well, he officially got my goose because the CD he gave me has 180 songs (12 hours of music). I didn't even know that was possible to put that many songs on 1 CD but I have some work ahead of me. I have decided to create a spreadsheet and document my like or dislike towards each song. I should be done sometime around Christmas...

I want these bad.

If I had to pick between owning these and free pizza for a year, it would be the hardest decision of my life...

Shout Out!

Big News (not really) my blog is back. Now it is about shoes, pizza and cool people's blogs.


http://www.shayna-aplin.tumblr.com/



http://www.bobdrew.tumblr.com/

Sorry I forgot you.

Sorry I forgot these pictures. My lunch hours (I'm kidding for the people that can fire me) are only so long...

(If you knew Uncle Butch you would think this is Funny.)

(Adorable.)

(Shayna's Dad...holding down the mustache since birth.)

In my face...

... KE dontated while I posted the last post. He wanted me to take a picture to show everyone, he pays me so I did. In my face.

(Man of his word. (He made me say that.))

Uncle Mustache, We hardly knew you.

(I see him everywhere.)

At some point in all of our lives we all face the same challenges; our kids leave home (too easy 3 Beard), we pick up poop with our bare hands and we all must shave our mustaches. All three are tough to deal with but for me shaving my mustache has been the hardest. By the time you read this Uncle Mustache will be long gone. My work made me shave it thus suppressing my only talent of being hairy. The good news is he is like Frosty the Snowman and will be back next fall to creep kids out all over again. The bad news is since shaving him (that sounds bad) I haven't intimidated any children and no women have fainted at the sight of me. This must be what David Beckham has felt like since he revealed he had asthma a couple weeks ago.

(Repulsive.)

One bright spot from this past month is that I did actually raise a little money for prostate cancer research. Thank you so much to all that donated. I really didn't expect people to chip in so much. If you would still like to donate you can, go to http://us.movember.com/mospace/492653/ Anything is appreciated. Kelly Earls, my boss who made me wear a suit every day and didn't think I would make it, promised $30 to Movember. Getting money out of Kelly is like getting Ben to not think you are stupid when you ask a simple computer question. So thank you in advance, KE.

(I see it in your eyes, Ben...

...I see it in your eyes.)

Thanks to all of these people that participated with me in Movember even if it was years ago. (Most of these pictures are old but still worth a look):

(My cousin Rob is the only family member that grew a mustache.)

(Beef, I bet you didn't know I had this picture.)

(Flesh colored mustache from 2007)

(A young Gary Owen.)

(Hide your children...in fact, everybody should probably hide.)

(Sunglasses at night.)

(Classic Tom.)

This is my last set of pictures:

(My work had a celebration...thanks guys.)

(Professor Mustache says,"Keep that GPA up.")

Josh: Michael Jordan wore #12 once. You never sent a picture. Brian sent a picture about 5 minutes after I posted so up your game.

For your last challenge, since I know you don't read your baby brother's emails, send me a picture of Penny Hardaway punching Shaq. If you want it a little harder send me a picture of a tiger eating an alligator eating a baby seal.