Happy Valentimes Day!

How many of you noticed what is wrong with the title of this blog? The sad part is that I'd be willing to bet that some of you really thought it was Valentimes Day. I've heard at least two people say that this week and they were dead serious. So consider this your free word of the day: It's Valentines Day, not Valentimes Day. 

Helen and I woke up this morning and gave each other our gifts for Valentimes Day. 

If you forgot to get your significant other something for Valentimes Day, there is still time. If you want, I bet Helen could make you a couple of shirts. Just let her know and I'm sure she'd oblige.

Happy Valentimes Day everyone!

A Man of Many Faces

I tried really hard. But I was tired of looking homeless.  So I decided to have a little fun:

This is as far as I could get. It was time to look respectable. But first...

This is my X-treme sports look. If I were going to ride motorcycles off 20 foot high mounds of dirt, this is the facial hair I would go for. Alas, I'm uncoordinated on bikes, I'm afraid of heights, and I look like a tool with this facial hair. Time to move on...

This is my youth minister's face. It's pretty much standard. If you're a youth minister, you have to have a gotee at some point in the life of your ministry. It doesn't matter how terrible it looks. You have to do it. Does it count if you had one for about 45 seconds (just long enough for Helen to take the picture)? Again, looking completely ridiculous is not my favorite thing to do, so...

uhhhhhh......

    

separated at birth?

Just add glasses, and hello Ned Flanders. Okily dokily...

Who is this guy?I was going for respectable, but I failed miserably.

Needless to say, it will be awhile before the facial hair comes back. For the next blog, look for Helen to do something similar... 

or not. 

Love you Helen. Please don't hurt me.