BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

Okay, first, let’s get the following out of the way:

No, this isn’t an April Fool’s joke. I think we have already established that April 1 is most likely the only day out of the year when I am NOT a jokester – in effect, making the fact that I am not being my normal wiseass self the joke.

Now, on with the point behind this post…

After almost 20 years as a freak flag flyin’ hippie, it’s time for the hair to go. Yeah… Hair today, goon tomorrow… Or, like Timbuk 3 says:

“…They’ve done lots of research
It may be just hype, but the latest findings cause me to tremble
They’ve categorized us into three basic types,
by which of the three stooges we most closely resemble.”

So, here’s the deal…

In the comments section of this blog post, leave your suggestions for my new hairstyle. I will be having this done the weekend of the 11th. In fact, most likely on the 11th proper.

However, before leaving your suggestions read the following disclaimer:

CONTEST RULES

1. This is not actually a contest.
2. There are no prizes whatsoever. If your suggestion is picked, you win absolutely nothing. Nada. Not a thing. Zero. Zilch. Void. Ad nauseum…
   
3. Suggestions will be treated as suggestions. Look it up if that doesn’t make sense. Suggestions may or may not be followed.
4. E K owns me, lock stock and barrel. She has a collar with tags to prove it. Sometimes she even makes me wear it . Therefore, as she has not relinquished ownership, The Evil Redhead has final say on all suggestions, and as noted in #3, may well ignore all of them. You know how she is…
   

And, yeah… I’ll post pictures of the new “do” after it happens. As a matter of fact, I’m due for a new press kit photo as it is, so that will be the perfect time to make one happen.

Let the suggesting begin!

More to come…

Murv

Well, maybe not “carnage” so much, but our Red Bud tree took some damage from the freak March snowstorm that struck overnight here in Saint Louis. Only a few inches of the white stuff fell, but it was in a very, very short period of time. Plus, it was the heavy, wet snow that tends to weigh things down.

It was around 4:45 – 5:00 AM when I heard the sickening sound of cracking lumber. In my half sleep I actually felt a bit of panic because there used to be a large oak right outside our back door, and it had been dying for years. I finally had it taken out summer before last, but in the past it had dropped limbs and exacted a toll on both our house and that of our neighbor.  However, up until I had it removed I had harbored a fear that it would some day send one of the larger branches through our roof, and if that happened, our bedroom would be right in the damage path.  Still in a semi-dream state, this was my muddied brain’s first thought. I hooked an arm around E K as I rolled to the right, but before I could push her off the bed and out of harm’s way, I heard the heavy thud of the branch hitting the ground outside instead of coming through the roof on top of us. My brain woke just a bit more and in that instant I remembered that the oak was gone.

Good thing too…

E K was still asleep, but if I had pushed her off onto the floor, I’m betting she wouldn’t have been for long.

I crawled out of the bed and looked out the back window of our bedroom. Snow covered the landscape in an uneven, spotty blanket. And there, in the middle of the yard, was a major branch of our Red Bud tree. At that point, I pretty much sighed and then muttered, “This ain’t good.”

Since it had been in the 70’s and 80’s for the past couple of weeks, trees were budding and sprouts were sprouting. If you are familiar with the Red Bud, you know that in the spring it is covered with tiny reddish-magenta flowering buds for a week or two. Unfortunately, those miniscule flowers formed enough of a lattice to capture and hold the snow, making the weight on the branch too much to bear.

This particular Red Bud was one I had given E K as a birthday gift around 15 years ago. Actually, I gave her a stake with an orange flag on it and told her to go stick it in the yard wherever she wanted a tree. And, no, before you ask, I didn’t make her water it or anything … Two days after she stabbed it into the ground like a Van Helsing disciple offing a vampire – (and she looked pretty damn hot doing it too, as I recall) – the nursery arrived while we were at work and planted the tree she had been telling me she wanted.

At any rate, as promised in my “tweets” early this morning, below are a couple of pictures of the tree…

This would be the view from our bedroom window on the second floor. It was taken by E K early this morning while it was still extremely overcast, so I had to adjust it a bit in Photoshop. (click photo to enlarge.)

From the back of the yard, later in the day. As you can see, the snow disappeared within a matter of a scant few hours, and the sun was brightly shining. What isn’t obvious is that the ground is saturated (it rained all day before the snow arrived) and there is even standing water in the depressions throughout the lawn. (click photo to enlarge)

There you have it. Our backyard carnage. Looks like I am going to be pulling out the chainsaw in the next day or two before I have to jet off to Nebraska.

More to come…

Murv