Sunday, December 5, 2010


Ozzy Jr is like most 12 year old boys I guess. Sometimes he is the most modest person in the world, others he's Mr Showoff. His shower time is his time to go in the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the water full blast hot and stay for however much time it takes for me to tell him 30 times to get out. Before the final 'get your skinny ass out of the shower before I come in there and pull you out', there has to be:
(Knock knock) wet your hair and wash it.
(Knock knock) put soap on your body.
and followed by
(Knock knock) dry off, comb your hair and put your deodorant on.
For some reason, if he isn't told, any of the above gets 'forgot'. I don't remember having this problem with my girls.
At the same time, he thinks he has free reign to go wherever he wants without knocking. Saturday night, he strolls in the bathroom on me hopefully for the last time. I retaliated by removing his bathroom door from its hinges. I hope this helps, but it kind of puts a crimp on any plans of having a holiday party.
My old man would probably say I was "cruel and unusual."

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Picture This

I hate all politicians.
With the midterm elections over I thought I would blog about one of my favorite politicians and why I liked this particular SOB more than most of the other SOBs.
That politician would be Ross Perot. Old Big Ears didn't start out as a politician and I don't think he ever wanted to really be one based on his record of getting in and out of races and his bone head VP selection. But there is one thing about Ross Perot that I really liked that no politician has done before or since.
Show me a picture. Ross Perot used charts to tell the American people the state of the nation, and it was effective. He understood that not all of us are auditory learners.
Instead of telling me how horrible the other guy is, or how great a family man you are, show me how much of my tax dollars are going to war and what is going to my old man's viagra.
Show me a picture of how the debt is rising and why.
Many of the business meetings that we all attend have power point, but politicians don't want to get into the 21st century.

Politicians, quit giving me these sound bytes and one liners and give me facts laid out on a bar chart, pie chart, trend graph, spider chart, scattergram, donut, whatever. Give me a chart that shows historical evidence that what you are doing is going to solve the problems, and show me what doing nothing has historically done.

Just please shut up and show me a picture.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Pond Scum

We visited my dad this weekend. Ozzy Jr and I were in the front yard admiring his koi fish pond. Ozzy pointed out that the boy urinating fountain wasn't flowing properly. I was fooling around with the pump system on the bottom of the pond to try to figure it out when my old man came out to check out the situation. Bobarino, as I like to call him sometimes, was definitely embarrassed that the urinating boy had what may have been performance anxiety. He bends over to show me how the network of pvc was hooked up to the pump, his phone fell out of his top shirt pocked into the water.
He wasn’t upset, he jumped in the pond pulled the bucket out that contained the pump and started looking for the phone on the bottom of the murky water. After about 5 minutes of him looking I got into my swim suit and jumped in. The water was quite cold. After a few minutes, I commented that I was starting to get used to it. Dad’s comment was, “wait until it hits your nads.” Finally, I asked, “hey, did you look in that bucket?” “I checked the bucket, numb nuts”, was his loving reply. He humored me and looked in the bucket and there it is. The phone.
So, we took a photo. Dad took the battery and sim card out, put the phone in a bowl of white rice. The next morning, the phone was fine.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

A Bird of A Different Color

The Titans are in trouble again this week for a hand jesture the defensive coordinator Chuck Cecil chose to use after a questionable call by the referees. Last year the 80 something year old owner of the Titans, Bud Adams, gave the owner of the Buffalo Bills a double dose of the same jesture. They were both scolded and fined by the NFL.

I don't make a habit of shooting the bird. However, my Granpa Bob was a master of the single finger salute. I remember him using it after he was ushered into the second row of my sister's wedding. To all of the guests. Granpa Bob shot the bird at doctors, nurses, lawyers, policemen, clergy, people wanting to take his photo, it really didn't matter. But he had such a way with the bird, you really didn't take it as an insult, it was more like a compliment. "How was your day honey?" "It sucked, then Bob Nelson shot me the bird, then all was well."

A few years ago, I went to Ozzfest. On the second stage was Slipknot, Hatebread and Lamb of God. After each song, the fans would shoot birds at the 'artists.' That is how they deomonstrated that they were enjoying the show. The bands loved it and returned the birds.
Granpa Bob would be proud.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Moon Festival

I work with a great diverse group of people. I have blogged about Bangchi before, she is originally from China and I have worked with her for more than 10 years. She was leaving work yesterday and told me that last night was the Chinese moon festival. Here's our conversation:
Bangchi: Hey tonight is the moon festival.
Ozzy: Does that mean you are going to moon people?
Bangchi: What?
Ozzy: Is that where you moon people?
Bangchi: I don't understand.
Ozzy: Google it.

Bangchi gets on the elevator to leave and about 5 minutes later I get a text, "Y r a bad boy". I knew she meant "U" not "Y".

I get the story from her this morning about how she found out.
She gets out of the elevator to leave and greets another member of the department Rodney. This is my understanding of how the conversation went.

Rodney: Hey Bangchi, great to see you.
Bangchi: Can I ask you a question, "What is a moon people?"
Rodney: What?
Bangchi: I was telling Ozzy that tonight was the moon festival and he asked if I was going to moon people.

Rodney, laughing turns his back to her and pretends to pull the back end of his pants down.

Bangchi now understands and is breaking up laughing.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Midnight Stroll

Once a year my office travels to a state park for 4 days of training. More than 100 people. Most born in the 80s. Each night there is what turns out to be a late night party at the state park cabins. This year I stayed in the lodge but got a ride to where the party was. After a few beers, I decided it was time for me to leave. I looked at the clock, it was about 12:15. It didn't look like my ride was ready to go yet, so I thought I'd just get some exercise and walk the distance from the cabins (a mile at the most) back to the Inn.

I had stayed in this state park several times before, and I knew the way, piece of cake. A few steps down the road, i realized I had left my cell phone to charge in my room. No biggie people have been walking back home in the dark from bars for thousands of years without a cell phone.

There wasn't a star in the sky and the moon was dark. Walking to the main road was so dark the only way I could tell that I was actually walking on the pavement is how it felt beneath my feet. I must have missed the sign telling me which way the Inn was, because I didn't think I needed it.
Somewhere between the cabins and the main road, something happened, I forgot I was at Pickwick State park (where you turn right to go back to the Inn) and Fall Creek Falls (where you turn left). Or vise-versa, hell i don't know. So, I think I am heading back to the lodge, and an old minivan approached me from the opposite direction that i was walking and the man asked if I was having car trouble or needed help. I said, "no, I'm good." I thought, "I haven't even finished this beer I have in my hand yet, I don't need a ride." That was the last car that I saw.

I walked, and walked. I thought to myself, "trust yourself man, you know you are going the right way, just keep walking."

You know one of those gates that they use to close off roads in state parks? I ran into one of those that was blocking what I thought was the road back to the Inn. Here I pondered, "this must not be right." By now I had long finished my beer, and I was getting thirsty. So, I turned around. And walked. I finally came back to the intersection that would take me to the cabins. I found the sign and with my face inches from it in order to read it, I confirmed that I had gone the wrong way.

Now I had to make a decision, do I go back to the cabin, grab a beer and join the party or maybe ask for a ride back to the Inn, or continue on the correct path and finish what I started.

Going back to the cabin is admitting failure, so I began the walk back to the Inn. I was wearing a black shirt and I knew there may be traffic, I knew there would be drunks on the road coming back to the Inn. So I took my shirt off. I had gone about a hundred yards when I was passed by a car. I knew it was someone going from the cabins to the Inn and sure enough, they stopped. Turns out it was Jeremey, who actually brought me to the cabins hours before. As they passed they are saying to each other, "who is that sweaty tattooed idiot walking down the street in the middle of the night? Oh, its Ozzy."

They stopped and I got a ride back to my room. It was 1:30.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Planning. Important.

We've had a lot of trouble this summer keeping Icee in the yard. He escaped a few weeks ago and lost his invisible fence collar. Now he is running amuck. I'm sure our neighbors hate us. He drags stuff from our yard across the street to theirs, steals their dog toys, chases birds up trees in their flower beds, and who knows what else.
Mrs Ozzy bought a new collar last week and thought it would be a good idea to move the control unit from the garage to inside the house because it seems to go a little wacky when it rains or is above 90 degrees. Cool, I wired a new plug for it in the laundry room, ran the boundry wire across the ceiling of the garage and into the house. I get the thing all hooked up and we go to test it.
Nothing. For the dog to get shocked he would have to lay still on the boundry wire. This won't work. Mrs Ozzy checked the manual. Oh, surprise, you can't put the control unit within 3 feet of a large metal object. Hmm, I think our washer and dryer could be considered large and metal.
So, now I'll put it by the back door. Damn. The back door is metal too.
I'm still looking for a good location.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Dog Days of Summer

Poco is in trouble with a branch of the United States Government. It has been alleged that she bit the mailman. Mind you, these accusations are contradicted by eye witness accounts at the scene. Where is the justice here? What happened to "innocent until proven guilty"? What about due process? Does she not get the opportunity to confront her accuser? Poco is feeling very disenfranchised because of the oppression brought on by this decision. Does this look like the face of a criminal? I think not. What I do think is that our mail man is lazy and doesn't want to walk to our door anymore and what better excuse than to blame a perfectly innocent and defenseless animal of a crime she did not commit. Poco will now throw herself at the mercy of the court of public opinion.

Friday, July 2, 2010

The Weather

  • My 1991 Toyota pickup just went past 200k miles. That's good.
  • I'm driving it because my car won't pass emissions. It need as catalytic converter $400. That's bad.
  • The Check Engine light which had been illuminated for some months actually went out the first of June (the tags expired in April) so I headed for the testing place to see if it would pass. That's good.
  • Two blocks before I got there, the light came back on. That's bad.
  • My truck runs fine. That's good.
  • The air conditioning went out on it June 2. That's bad.
  • I'm saving my money to get my car where it will pass emissions. I should have it fixed by winter time. That's good.
  • The heater doesn't work my car and it was going to be $400 to fix. That's bad.
  • The heater in the truck works great. That's good.
  • Right now its July and its hot. I don't give a damn about how good the heater works.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Las Vegas Wedding

My oldest daughter Ashlee got married in Las Vegas on June 21st at The Chapel of the Flowers. My other daughter Kelsey turned 21 years on in Las Vegas on June 23rd. We also took our 12 year old son, Ozzy Jr. We got to Vegas on Sunday the 20th and left on the 24th. The bride and groom stayed an extra day. Heres my top ten most memorable moments of our trip.

10. I made one bet in Vegas at a penny slot machine in the airport on the way out of town and won $12.50
09. It took about 5 minutes on the strip before Ozzy Jr. discovered discarded "flip" cards on the sidewalk.
08. Lance Burton was pretty good.
07. I didn't cry at the wedding.
06. The groom cried enough for all of us.
05. Getting several beers with the groom, best man just prior to the wedding in the hotel bar.
04. Wearing the same tie I wore at my wedding in Vegas
03. I DID cry when Mrs. Ozzy's purse was stolen out of our rental car at the "Welcome To Las Vegas" sign.
02. Ozzy Jr's reaction to a scantily clad young lady dancing in the Luxor Casino.
01. The pride I felt for Ashlee and Kelsey. They were both beautiful.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My Kid Can't be THAT Old

Today my oldest daughter is 22. I feel kind of old. Maybe I should dye my hair again. But she has it together more than I did at 22. I think. Actually, she was born when I was 22. So, she does have it together better than I. She has a decent job that she actually went to school to learn to do. She enjoys it as much as one can enjoy a job. She's getting married to a good guy in June and they are buying a house with no help from her old man. That is nice. There were many, many times I wondered if she would turn out ok. Many times struggling with homework that I thought, "is this kid ever going to get it?" But I told her that she was going to do great things and that she was special. Now, she is smart, independent, and she has good common sense. I couldn't be more proud of the way she has turned out.

Sunday, April 25, 2010


Putting 11 year old Ozzy Jr to bed:
"So, what is under your pillow?"
"A flashlight and a nerf pistol."
"Give it to me."
"What am I going to do if the house is broken into? How will I protect myself against the bad guys?"

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Chicago Followup

So, that salesman from the brewery equipment company DID send me an email with a quote. Hes misspelled my name. SHITBIRD.

Friday, April 16, 2010


Overall, the trip to Chicago was great. The food, the people and the beer were for the most part amazing. I am now officially starting my second blog about the brewer at So, here at ozzfest, I'll just write the nonbrewery stuff.
Jack, my host in Chicago has begun hosting "house concerts." He invites musicians into his residence to play and then invites friends over to listen to them. While we were there he had two gentleman that played Irish folk music. They could really jam.
I also met Frank who was staying there at Jack's and would be attending the same brewery class that I was. Frank (left in this photo, Jack is on the right) is a fellow beer and heavy metal music lover all the way from San Pablo, Brazil. Frank plans to open a brewpub in the financial district there.
Of course, the last night in Chicago there has to be some beer consumed and some good clean fun. So I climbed on a statue in Lincoln Square to get my photo taken. I didn't get arrested and I learned that Abe was one tall dude.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

The New Way to Sell...piss off potential customers

I'm staying at the same place in Chicago that I did back in November. That is in Lincoln Square off the Brown line. So far, the Siebel class has not disappointed. I was especially impressed with Doug and Tracy Hurst of Metropolitan Brewery. I hope to visit their brewery tomorrow. They are a package brewery doing only lagers.
Wednesday we talked to Matt at his place - Half Acre Brewery. They are kicking total butt, projecting 3,500 barrels of in their fist full year of production.
So, in planning this trip I found an equipment dealer in town and decided to try to meet with them sometime. I emailed Allied Beverage Company, and this guy named Allan S. Dikty replies and says he'd be glad to meet with me. Originally I planned to extend my trip to meet with him, but that didn't work out, so I just called on Monday and he agreed to meet Tues after class. I think, awesome, I can talk concepts, configurations used vs new equipment, quality of different brands, pricing etc. Well, I Allan was a portly fellow with black hair parted on the side that had a habit of pushing his wire framed glasses several times a minute. We sit at the bar at the Goose Island Brewery and order a beer. I briefly (maybe 2 minutes) told him what we wanted to do and what I thought we might need. This cat then commences to lecture me on the fact that I need to be getting face time with managers of bars and asking them if they would be interested in selling my beer. He went on and on about how this wasn't a beer brewing business, it was a beer selling business and that most breweries failed because the management didn't realize this or were under capitalized. He droned ON and ON with this lecture about how he knew every aspect of brewing and what he thought I needed to do to be successful. All of this was presented in what I thought was a most condescending way. He said he would be happy to get me the spec sheets on some equipment, but I shouldn't be wasting my time on that because I needed to be measuring the market by using my "shoe leather" and I had better get ready for a bunch of rejection, and there was no way I was going to be profitable in less than a 15 bbl brew house, blah, blah, blah.
Needless to say, the more this fat bastard talked the hotter I got. The last straw came when he said, "ya, we could sit here and discuss equipment that you would need for step decoction mashing and hopbacks, but that isn't what you need to be thinking about."
I had enough. I was thinking this guy must think I am stupid and broke because I am from Nashville and I have a moustache. I let him know that I never mentioned decoction mashing or hopbacks and I thought they were gimmics. I told him he didn't know me and had no business prejudging me and I didn't appreciate his tone or the way he talked to me. I then proceeded to tell him my qualifications in business, how much money I made, how many houses I owned etc. He back tracked and got nice. I finished my beer and thanked him and left. Still fuming. I'm pretty sure I will not be buying any equipment from Allied Beverage Company. It has been more than 24 hours, I haven't gotten those spec sheets that Allan promised. surprise.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Finally Finished

After more than a year, going faithfully every month to see Brandon Hanna my backpiece is finished. My half sleeve/chest panel represents protecting my kids. My daughters represented by the sun and moon. My mother's husband always called them "Sunshine" (Ashlee) and "Moonshine" (Kelsey), and my son Wyatt represented by St Basil's Cathedral because we adopted him from Russia. Since Wyatt is more prominently displayed on my chest and the girls would be leaving home soon, Brandon and I came up with the idea of showing the struggles the girls would have as they went out into the "real world." I wanted an army of bad guys, Brandon thought an "evil spider" would be better. We compromised and had the girls fighting the "evil octopus."
We started talking about this tattoo when the girls were 18 and 19. We took photos of them holding swords to get the physiology right on the piece. Then, there was the question that you have to ask them..."How big do you want your boobs to be?" The question HAS to be asked. I called them each individually. I called Ashlee first, her respons, "bigger than Kelsey's." Ooook. I called Kelsey, "Well, what did Ashlee say? I'll say 'big' but not porn star 'big'." Alrighty then. I asked for it.
This year my girls will turn 21 and 22. Ashlee is getting married in June and Kelsey will graduate with a degree in biology next year and hopes to get into PA school. They have a long way to go, but they are doing better against the "evil octopus" than I did at their age.
As for my next tattoo. I have no ideas for the first time in years. I like being tattooed, but I really don't enjoy getting tattoed. I'll wait a few years before I do anything else.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Finding a Renter

Lois and Jon moved out of my house on Lischey around Feb 18th. Some Whiskerino guys from Birmingham stayed there over that weekend. Then I put the ad on Craigslist. I have shown the house to a bunch of people. I ask people, "do you know anything about East Nashville? It isn't BellMeade. It is amazing how many people have no idea about the neighborhood they are going to comit to live.

Yesterday I had an appt at 4:30 with a couple. They called at 4:15 saying they were at a certain corner and asking how they could get there from where they were. The man handed the phone to his wife to get directions. I started telling her, but I think she was having issues with the terms North, South, East and West, so she handed it back to him. I may as well have just told them to go back home because I knew they were frustrated with each other and with me. I got a call 10 minutes later as I was turning down Lischey, that they had driven around it and didn't want it. They were calling because they "didn't want to waist my time." This just in, you just wasted my time, bozo.

Then there's this other couple that absolutely love the house. "Do you allow pets?" I say "yes, within reason. The house is 960 sq feet." They had 3 dogs. None puppies only one big dog, I think I can live with it. After they have looked at the house, "do you have a problem with cats, I'd like have my cat." Ok, 3 dogs, 1 cat. Then I get the rental app. 2 adults 5 pets. There are actually 2 cats. Good grief.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Final Whiskerino

If you haven't participated or followed a Whiskerino, it is difficult to describe. So, I'm not going to try. I'll just say that there is something in the male DNA that bonds him with brothers who are going through the beard growing and showing experience. The weekend of Feb 19, 2010 was the big party at the end of the final said 4 month long beard growing. We laughed, we cried, we sang "That's What Friends Are For" in the Waffle House at 3:30 am, we were family. I still can't figure out how a few grams of hair can bond so many fantastic guys (and girls) together.
To illustrate the power of this little website. I thought I would intoduce you to this fellow. His moniker is "Bald Beard." I will let the caption for this photo and the comments from other participants tell the story.
Fellow bearded,I must bow out of the competition. For those of you who don't know, I am currently living with -- and dying of -- stage IV colon cancer.I have been asked to share my story on how cancer has affected my faith in and my relationship with God. The story will be told via video to over 10,000 people next week and countless more on the web after that. I am humbled and flattered to be given this opportunity. As such, I want to make this a clear and distraction-free exposition of my thoughts; having a giant beard may not be considered distraction-free.Secondly, my lovely wife is yearning to see my lips and cheeks again. The missus' kisses are far more valuable to me than this contest.But please do not think I am abandoning the beard. The beginning of Whiskerino was the first time I had shaved clean in over eight years. I am a bearded man and will keep my beard (albeit slightly more trimmed) for the rest of my life. And please do not think I am abandoning you all. I have not participated as much as I could have, but I have made some new friends and I appreciate that. There has been much support regarding my cancer treatments and I also appreciate that.If you wish to keep up with my story, you may do so at my blog: again, friends.
Keep up the good work.

robberfly says:
A worthy cause, and not shameful either. My mother died of cancer 6 years ago, so I totally understand where you are coming from. Cancer royally sucks. Stay strong & keep pressing on!
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:15am -
mattyc says:
It has been a pleasure growing with you sir. Sad to see you go. Boo cancer. and I will be checking your blog to see how you are doing.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:16am -
mattyc says:
also i'll be praying for you.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:17am -
SoulGlo1976 says:
God bless you sir.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:19am -
Katie says:
Fair enough; trim that beard up and look nice for all the people! Good luck!
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:20am -
TheStride says:
Not shameful. I will follow your blog and be praying for you.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:26am -
Fledgling Brewer says:
Thanks for the link. Capitalize on that opportunity! You have the power of hundreds of beards behind you, for what that's worth.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:27am -
jeremiahx says:
For this I can not shame you. You are a great man and an inspiring story. Go change lives.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:33am -
brandon says:
You are a hero. We love you and you and your family will be in my prayers.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:34am -
EdwardTeach says:
The Lord Bless you an keep you, The lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon youAnd give you peace, and give you peace. So sorry, but so glad you could be a part of this.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:36am -
K-Chance says:
A note worthy beard, and an eternal man.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:38am -
keifel says:
thank you for sharing part of your journey with us.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:39am -
hale. says:
thank you for being here, and thank you for sharing your story. best wishes to you and your family.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:47am -
The Art of The Beard says:
May God comfort and hold you and your family, and give you peace that surpasses understanding.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:50am -
michaeljstraub says:
Glad you were a part of this! Hope the filming goes well and I wish you the best
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:54am -
Patchy Stache says:
Good luck, man. I can't imagine what you're going through, but you must be incredibly brave to deal with it as you are. And trimming/shaving or not...your beard is AMAZING.Safe travels in the future. *hugs*
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:56am -
McDooDoo says:
Boo cancer, indeed. No shame here.Be well and be blessed.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:57am -
mims attack says:
your photo from a couple days ago was unreal. mega beard. sad to see it go.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:58am -
Robfrenzy says:
take care, we will miss you
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:11am -
jonshell says:
i think @hale said it best. you will be missed.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:27am -
GrapeS says:
mighty sad shame, hope all goes well.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:28am -
Yogi Beard says:
You are the man. Plain and simple.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:35am -
falfa says:
good luck. take care.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:40am -
Sir Walshington says:
Give a great talk. It has been a pleasure whiskerino-ing with you. Big big big love.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:43am -
jeremyokai says:
Good luck man. My mom passed from this in 2001. My heart goes out to you and your family.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:43am -
mackle says:
Obviously, we all wish you the best of luck. Hopefully Whiskerino has provided a worthwhile distraction for you and maybe a bit of additional happiness you may not have otherwise had. Your beard is MASSIVE, so we'll all miss it but making your wife happy and being able to tell your story comfortably and properly is far more important. This may result in "shame" but that's only because there isn't another word for it within the context of the site... it's really just a goodbye.Good luck and godspeed. We all wish you nothing but the absolute best.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:44am -
pcain says:
thank you for sharing. I we follow your blog like we followed your beard. its been a pleasure. Ill be praying for you.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:47am -
mattmarch says:
That is one fine beard. My heart goes out to you also brother. I'll be praying for you and your fam, and am bookmarking your site. Godspeed.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:51am -
Grown Unknown says:
I continue to be amazed and thankful for how Whiskerino opens up a crack across the human experience and lets us learn about life through people we'd otherwise never meet.Thanks for sharing in Whiskerino, and I wish the best for you and your family.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:52am -
Fofe says:
It's been a pleasure growing with you. I will keep you and your family in my thoughts and prayers. Your beards was a great contribution to the site. Adios.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:54am -
mynameisjason says:
you remain absoutely shameless (in a good way) in my book. i can't imagine being in your shoes, but thanks to your blog, i'm gonna try and walk along side of them for awhile. God bless you and all those you meet. Much love and prayer- -Jason
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:58am -
Paragone says:
So sorry to hear you must go but under the circumstances it is definitely not shame. I have been following your story and I only wish you the best in the future. We are all praying for you.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 9:13am -
Chuck Damage says:
I know it's really in poor taste, but I'm oh so tempted to say 'SHAME HIM!' or something like that.But that would be in very poor taste. Seriously, I wish you the best of luck and I am sorry to see you go.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 9:41am -
Chuck Damage says:
Also, Kingfave for realz.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 9:42am -
James A. Polk says:
Thanks for sharing your story. I'm glad you are still sharing the Good News!
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 9:44am -
orangebeard says:
I could say many things but nothing I say is as important that you love Jesus and know Him personally. I look forward to meeting you one day, whether on earth or in Heaven! I will continue to pray for you and your family during this trial. Thank God for Jesus!
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 10:30am -
aaron b says:
Dear @Baldbeard,I am happy to have had the opportunity to grow a beard with you via the internet for the past 111 days. I was aware that you have cancer, but I was not aware of the specifics. I am very sorry to hear this. However, it seems like you have your priorities; family, faith, etc... You have been an absolutely awesome beard and we're going to miss you. There is absolutely no shame in what you're doing. I will be sure to follow your story. Godspeed.Sincerely,@aaronb
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 10:44am -
J-Ho says:
Sorry to see youbow out so close to the end but it's more than understandable. Your beard is highly enviable. Good luck, sir.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 10:48am -
keeper of the fort says:
God's peace be with you. Praying with you.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 11:52am -
Smurf says:
Was a pleasure to go a bread with you good sir, no shame here, and to quote from Pink Floyd "Shine on you crazy Diamond".
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 11:57am -
themightyjones says:
Ever since I learned about what was going on with you, you've been nearly ever present in my thoughts. I truly pray God's blessings and peace over you and your sweet family. God bless you, and I'm looking forward to when ever we may meet.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 12:50pm -
wondermade says:
I'm glad you participated, and I hope your recording session goes well. I look forward to seeing the video, and to keeping up with your living.(Been / will be praying for you and your family.)
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 12:58pm -
Pip says:
It's been an honor to grow with you these months. I look forward to seeing the video; I know what you say will be a privilege to hear.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 1:11pm -
Dave says:
Its been an honor to grow and show with you. May you and your family be blessed with peace and understanding beyond what we can think humanly. No shame at all brother! May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 1:21pm -
ThatGuy says:
It's been awesome growing with you. I wish you the absolute best in your video. Good luck.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 1:53pm -
johnny says:
no shame whatsoever! be well.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 1:57pm -
KimJongIllness says:
Sounds to me like you've got your priorities in the absolutely right place.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 2:48pm -
dizzywizard says:
blessings from here to there.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 3:13pm -
Poe says:
@BaldBeard crap - I had no idea. I'm sorry for what your going through. In 2007 my wife was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. We spent a year in New York while she was in treatment. I tried to stay involved with the Whiskerino but as I'm sure you know it was hard. In May she will be 2 years cancer free. I'm thankful for everyday.There isn't much I can say in a comment but know I will be praying for you.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 3:41pm -
blankenship says:
I'm glad I get to see you across the desk on a near daily basis, gigantor beard or not.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 7:43pm -
Douggal says:
I know all is in divine order, and you have and will continue to do great things that will help so many. I behold the Christ spirit in you, and wish you and your family the absolute best.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 8:10pm -
Jar says:
I will be praying for you buddy, thanks for the last 4 months.
Posted: Feb 19th, 2010 - 11:52pm -
shularbrau says:
No shame. Just king. Thank you for being a part of this.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 12:04am -
ben says:
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 12:05am -
stanislaw says:
wow that's incredible. best of luck and i will definitely have you in my thoughts. good luck!!
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 12:13am -
R E N A U D says:
I am moved by your story and your perspective is amazing. I will definitely be praying for you and hoping for a miracle (big or small).If there is anything Team Renaud can do for you, please let me know.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 12:24am -
mercantilever says:
Shame? No. Just the opposite: honor.Courage, friend.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 12:40am -
nate says:
God bless you friend. No shame.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 12:59am -
Ned Kelly says:
Good Luck sir, Ill be thinking of you and your family.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 2:16am -
Ula O cealleigh says:
Aww man best of luck & thankyou for sharing with us. I hope you continue to enjoy your beard. Its was great to have you part of whiskerino for the time you were here!!Our thoughts & wishes are with you. :)
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 4:12am -
gfmorris says:
Hail to the King. Thank you for sharing this struggle. God bless you and your family.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 5:43am -
Tolleson says:
There is no shame. Never shame.You are more man than any beard, even yours, could ever hold. To King you is an understatement, for you surely have risen beyond what mere men could hope.My prayers for you and your family are inevitable as they are constant.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 6:29am -
mu says:
You have been a light and an inspiration here. My family's prayers and with you and your family.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 6:39am -
mu says:
sorry, "are" with you and your family.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 6:39am -
Moo says:
God Bless you and your family! Roo and I will keep you in our prayers.....NO SHAME!
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 7:02am -
chadmcclarnon says:
BOO CANCER! It's amazing that you've stayed as involved as you have during all of your treatments...stay strong man, we're all behind you
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 7:19am -
GrapeS says:
i wonder if this could possibly be the first king/shame? i king'd it yesterday when i saw it but never imagined it would happen, congratulations and much luck
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 7:27am -
Ace says:
I pray that your story will touch the masses sir. thank you for being a light.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 7:38am -
Shotgun Willie says:
definitely a rightful king, sir. may God bless you and your family.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 8:10am -
Furricane says:
honored and touched. Can't wait to see the video
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 8:22am -
Ozzy Nelson says:
I am sorry I didn't get to king this photo yesterday because I was so busy trying to get everybody where they needed to be for the TD. It is your first photo that have not kinged in probably 2 months which is pretty ironic I guess.I love you man.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 8:27am -
Philly says:
A well deserved king. My prayers are with you and your family.I look forward to seeing your message.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 8:40am -
Pastor D Fizz says:
you're an inspiration to us all, we'll be praying for you. Congrats on the King Beard!
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 9:09am -
NoahRienks says:
Kongrants on The King! You story is moving, and you will be in my thoughts and prayers.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 9:27am -
jmathiasxiii says:
you are a hero.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 10:59am -
dizzywizard says:
glad you are King:)
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 3:53pm -
irishsquire says:
you are an inspiration,sir. and best of luck. prayers for you and your loved ones.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 4:01pm -
Crambell says:
Proud to grow with you.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 4:06pm -
Marko says:
Your story is worth much more. As with others our prayers are with you. Blessings and best wishes.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 4:07pm -
pcain says:
Congrats on KING! BOO cancer! Yay whiskerino!
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 4:35pm -
darksideblugrss says:
no Shame and glad this got kinged. now spread the word and do great things!
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 4:36pm -
Snuffleupagus says:
Good luck. I look forward to meeting you in a couple of weeks. If you get a chance email me at zachary(at)compasspointlakeland(dot)com so we can meet up at Unleash.
Posted: Feb 20th, 2010 - 6:42pm -
revgoomba says:
I'm so glad Whiskerino has introduced me to you. You are an inspiration and I shall share your story withall my friends.Aw ra best big chap!
Posted: Feb 21st, 2010 - 4:29pm -
Davis says:
my mom passed from colon cancer a little under a year and a half ago, so seeing this hit me pretty hard and reminded me that this is way more than (as i've casually explained to people who asked about whiskerino) "an excuse for dudes to grow beards, hang out, and drink beers." i wish you the best, and we'll all be thinking about you.
Posted: Feb 22nd, 2010 - 5:49am -
SpiceJ says:
I never got the chance to really talk to you. I was mostly ashamed of my lack of beard growth and very intimidated by yours and as well as the other massive beardos here. I read this and started to tear up. It's frightening/saddening/inspiring all at the same time, your story. I wish you nothing but the best on your journey. As I've said, I do not know you too well, but you seem like someone who is worth knowing and has enjoyed his life. Take care and live life to the fullest!
Posted: Feb 24th, 2010 - 9:31am -
O-Train says:
Much deserved king. Thanks for sharing this with all of us. Your outlook and strength are inspiring. You'll be in our thoughts.
Posted: Feb 24th, 2010 - 8:20pm -

Thursday, February 4, 2010

That Was My Skull

Before going to work last week, I wanted to do a few chinups on my new over the door frame chinup bar. Well I stupidly grabbed the verticle support bar instead of the horizontal bar and began to pull up. The top bar across the top of the doorframe slipped off and busted me in the face. As I fell, I hit my back on the dog gate going across the door and busted the back of my head on the floor. When I figured out that the blood was coming from my forhead, I put compression on it and finally got it slowed down.

My x-ray tech daughter Ashlee checked me out and said I need to go to the ER. I didn't believe her. Then I blew my nose. Because there was a new crack between my sinuses and my eye socket, blowing my nose forced air into the eye socket and it blew up. That was uncomfortable and kind of scary, so I ended up going to the ER and got a couple stitches and a CT scan.

I can't help but think that cat is getting me back.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Moral Dilemmas

I haven't posted in forever because I am busy with Whiskerino. I will blog about the Whiskerino experience the first week of March when it is over. Right now, I feel compelled to get some things off my chest.

A couple of weeks ago Mrs Ozzy went to Colorado for vacation. The plan was for me to meet her out there later in the week. Of course, the original plan was for us to go together, but I forgot that I had to be at work that week for training, so I stayed behind. The original plan was also that my parents-in-law were going to come stay at the house with the boy while we were gone. They are in their mid-seventies, but they are in very good health.

So, Mrs Ozzy leaves on Monday, on Tues morning the two big dogs (husky and akita) disappear. This thing happens all the time and they always come back so I'm not worried. We go to bed Tues night knowing that we would wake up in the morning and the dogs would be back in the garage, wore out.

02:00 Wednesday morning I am awakened by what I would describe as a constant yipping. It was annoying as hell and I knew it had to be my dogs so I got up. It was 40 F and raining. As soon as i stepped into the living room I smelled skunk. I turned the flood lights on and saw the dogs circling an animal they had captured. I went outside where the stench was horrific and watched the pawing this creature and yipping, but it wasn't a skunk as I suspected. It was a cat. Crapola. I could tell the thing was injured, but I couldn't tell the extent of it. I got the dogs into the garage and got a flashlight so i could inspect the victim further.

It was still alive, but not doing too good. It's hind quarters were motionless. I stood in the rain wondering what I should do. I am not a cat lover, but if I owned a cat I wouldn't take it to the vet at 2:00 am, so I'm sure not going to take this one. Anyway, I couldn't leave Jr at home by himself in the middle of the night.

As I stood in the cold darkness, rain hitting the hood of my jacket, I felt as if the world were swirling around me and I was alone. I wanted to do the right thing, but I could see a 4-figure vet bill and an angry neighbor. So, I got my shovel and decided I would examine it yet again. I poked it with the shovel. It definitely showed that it was ready to fight, but still didn't move its rear legs. Since it was so full of fight, I thought I would give it a chance to pull through rather than "put it out of its misery."
I went inside and went to bed, tossing and turning, dreaming of it dragging itself to my neighbors door, only to whisper in its last dying breath that it was the Nelson dogs who did this horrible thing.
I awoke early. Still dark and raining I could see the lifeless body at the edge of the yard. The charges were no longer assault, but murder. Episodes of CSI, Criminal Minds, Law & Order, Quincy, Dr. G, Colombo, all ran through my head. I dug a hole. As I carried the body to its grave a heard its tags jingle. To this point I didn't know who this innocent victim belonged to. I had to make a decision. Do I look at the tags to positively ID this John/Jane DoeCat or do I not? I chose not. I said a short prayer and buried my furry friend, knowing that I was now an accessory.

And now, as in Edgar Allen Poe's "Tell Tale Heart" the jingling of those tags grow louder and louder in my ears.