Baygirl presents..... the porn stache

Its the last day for husband's face catapiller, and I can honestly say that I won't be sad to see it go. In honor of his month long dedication, I have gathered some info on the mouthbrow...

There is a whole line of products designed for the care of one's mustache, including mustache wax, mustache nets (snoods), mustache brushes, mustache combs, mustache condoms, mustache curb-feelers, mustache scissors AND a mustache cup. (The is a drinking cup with a partial cover to protect the upper lip from froth)

There are many thick, rich and delicious mustache styles





The Dali - narrow, long points bent or curved steeply upward; areas past the corner of the mouth must be shaved. Artificial styling aids needed.

The English - narrow, beginning at the middle of the upper lip the whiskers are very long and pulled to the side, slightly curled; the ends are pointed slightly upward; areas past the corner of the mouth usually shaved. Artificial styling may be needed, especially if you are, actually, English.

The Fu Manchu - long, downward pointing ends, generally beyond the chin.

The Pancho Villa - similar to the Fu Manchu but thicker; also known as a "droopy mustache"

The Handlebar - bushy, with small upward pointing ends.

The Horseshoe - Often confused with the Fu Manchu style, the horseshoe was possibly popularized by modern cowboys and consists of a full mustache with vertical extensions from the corners of the lips down to the jawline and resembling an upside-down horseshoe.

The Imperial - whiskers growing from both the upper lip and cheeks, curled upward

The Moustachio - bushy mustache, with hair sometimes growing down the sides of the mouth.

The Taylor- a thin row of fine dark hairs along the upper lip.

The Pencil mustache - narrow, straight and thin like a pencil, closely clipped, outlining the upper lip, with a wide shaven gap between the nose and mustache.
Office model – favored by middle managers who live in fear of doing anything unusual.

The Toothbrush or Dictator - thick, but shaved except for about an inch (2.5 cm) in the center; associated with Adolf Hitler and Charlie Chaplin.

The Walrus - bushy, hanging down over the lips, often entirely covering the mouth.

The GG - bushy hair grown only over the corners of the mouth, shaved in the middle.

Without further delay, I present husband's nose foilage... the 1970`s porn stache

Is it December yet?

Movember(a portmanteau of the words 'moustache' and 'November') is an annual month-long event involving the growing of moustaches to promote awareness on men's health. Since I can't grow a proper moustache of my own, I donated husband's face to Movember.

For the past 28 days, I've been watching husband grow his lip sweater. Every time I catch him stoking his misplaced eyebrow, the only thing I can think about is how fun it would be to shave off that upper lip plumage while he's sleeping! {insert evil laughter here}

I don't know if the soup saver bothers him, but it's driving me nuts, he looks like a 1970's porn star, and not in a good way. AND it itches!

Fall of the socks

The cool breeze. The changing colors of the leaves. The angry skies. The smell of burning wood in fireplaces. Flannel sheets tucked warmly on the bed. Daylight Savings Time cussed about in line at the coffee shop. Teen aged girls are fully covered, wearing sweater and furry boots. The smells. Starbucks peppermint mocha is back for a 'limited time'. I think I like fall.

Except for the socks!

During the summer husband wears sandals (without socks of course, I already won that battle) and during the fall makes the transition to socks and shoes, but not one pair of socks, no. Husband wears two pairs of socks during the winter... Which means, not only more laundry, but more for me to pick up.

When husband arrives home from work, he sheds the first pair of socks. These usually land on his side of the bed, the foot of the bed or on top of the laundry hamper. Never IN the laundry hamper. The second pair of socks linger on his feet a little longer, they make it through supper and coffee, but depart during TV time. This second pair of socks almost faithfully land on the corner of the couch.




So apart from the dirty stinky socks all over my house, I like fall. UGH.

Yeah me!

I took Ms. Robyn's Choco Quiz and got me an A+!

Got our moose by'

What the heck does 500 pounds n 55 rabbits mean? Its me fadder's way of stating he got his moose, and a bunch of rabbits to boot.

Poor thing didn't see it comming.

To read the whole story, click here.

this is how we does it...

I just got off the phone with me fadder, this is our actual conversation from start to finish. Anyone want to translate?

phone--ring ring
me: 'lo?
fadder: How ya gettin on?
me: Good. Ya get arn'?
fadder: 500 pound, n' 55 rabbits.
me: Yes b'y, spot on.
fadder: School?
me: Goin'. You?
fadder: Swell. Kid?
me: Great.
fadder: Best kind.
me: Yep.
fadder: Be good now. Here's your mudder.

(Those are not spelling mistakes, I was trying to catch the dialect)

The centre of the universe

This scene takes place 7:45am this morning, we overslept and kiddo has a dentist appointment at 8:30. husband is in the shower, kiddo and I are in the kitchen.

Kiddo: I don’t want milk on my cereal.

Me: K (turning on the coffee perk, making sandwiches for lunch, grabbing and slicing fruit, dumping Cheerios into bowls, I start to pour milk into 2 of the 3 bowls)

Kiddo: Mom I said I don’t want milk!

Me: Umm this isn't yours, this one is your fadders and this one is mine. We have to eat breakfast too.

Kiddo: (grabbing the third bowl off the kitchen counter) Oh. I thought you were ruining my cereal.

Me: Wow! What do you think, the whole world revolves around you?

Kiddo: Um, no. The earth revolves around the world, but you and dad revolve around me.

YIKES! So this is what happens when you promise your pre-teen an omlette for breakfast, then sleep in and force her to eat cold cereal.

Lest we forget

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

Question time!

If a tomato is a fruit, then technically is ketchup considered a smoothie?

Bonfire Night

As a kid one of my favorite holidays in Newfoundland was November 5, bonfire night. I'm using the term holiday lightly, because I don't actually remember getting a day off school for it. People gather up anything flammable, pile it up and set it on fire. Then depending on the size of the fire we'd roast hot dogs, burn marshmallows, and just dance around like hooligans, and chase the cast off flankers.

Last night husband, kiddo and myself put fire log in the chimenea and celebrated Guy Fawkes Night away from home. (Ok, its not the roaring fire of tires and boughs and anything else flammable, held down on the beach, with 1/2 the community, but what can you do; we did blare the Newfie music, and have a few swallies.)



Silly me, burned my marshmallow.






You can click here for more Bonfire/ Guy Fawkes Night Info

I ain't lion

The other day I lied . So now I'm owning up to it. I'm comming clean!


1) I WAS indeed kicked out of Peal Jam's sound check. They are one of my favorite bands, so when they showed up to preform at the stadium where I worked I made sure I was on the floor. It was heaven, until my boss walked by, and told me to get back to work.

2)I DID have stiches in my togue. Its my earlies memory of pain I was fal-pushed down a flight of stairs and my teeth went through my tongue, 4 stiches age 5. (I still grimace when I see someone with their tongue pierced.) For the record, I was sedated while they stitched it up.

3) I DID steal from a grocery store. ONCE. It was purely by accident I had a case of water under my cart and the sales lady didn't see it. I was out to the car and felt so badly, I marched back in and paid for it. (I grew up in a grocery store, and all I could think about was walking out of my dad's store and not paying.)

4)I CAN NOT fit an entire fudgesicle into my mouth at once, I have a terrible gag reflex, I can't even brush my teeth without gagging. But I'm sure it would make a great party trick if I could.

5)I DO make up words, all the time. Mostly it occurs when I'm frustrated or tired or bored, ok it happens a lot. I have invented some very interestinglike swear words.

6)I DO wander around my neighborhood in various stage of unkemptlessness; like my new word; I'm just more of a creature of comfort than fashion. I live in my pj pants.


So, if like TS you selected #4 as my fib then you were correct! I would like to tag Joe Cap, dbs, and Copyboy to play along. (I would tag TS too, but I know Robyn did that already).

I'm a lion!

Robyn has tagged me to carry on the Lying Truth game. If you don't already follow Life by Chocolate get your bones over there now!

This originally started off as the lying game, and then some of the rules were tweeked, but I'm going to stick with the tweeked version. Five of the following tidbits are true, one is a fib, can you spot it?


1) I was once kicked out of Pearl Jam's sound check.

2) I've had stiches in my tongue.

3) I once stole from the grocery store.

4) I can fit an entire fudgesicle in my mouth at once.

5) I frequently make up words, and use them.

6) I wander around my neighborhood in various stages of topsy-turviness.