what i’ve been up to…

I have been sorely neglecting my blog and, for that, I apologize (if there’s anybody left out there to apologize to).  So I figured before my 2nd semester of school gets too insane, I should fill you in on what I’ve been up to…

I successfully completed semester 1 of my MRT course – I made it through finals in one piece, and I even ended up boosting my Stupid Physics grade – a B+ thank you very much.

It was Christmas – I was unwrapping the most awesome socks ever from Phil, reading my personally-autographed-by-Stacey-Ballis copy of Off the Menu from the fantastic Shana, and drinking Davids Tea from the lovely Ernestine.  It was a very good Christmas.

I was amazed by the giant hearts of my friends – Shana dedicated the whole month of December to bringing awareness to a different charity every day (one of my favourites?  Project Night Night that provides stuffed animals to homeless children), and Cynthia changed the lives of 9 very thankful women and brought an entire city together while doing it.  I am truly blessed to have such wonderful people in my life.

I was painting our apartment – We moved in to our new condo in August and the scratched and scuffed “white” walls have been driving me crazy.  I already finished the bathrooms and our bedroom over Paintsgiving, so I figured I would finish the kitchen, living room and entranceway over Christpaint. It seems I was overreaching my ability.  I did get the kitchen done (Aqua Pura), and the living room too (Pensive Sky)…but the hallway and entranceway proved to be much more work than I was anticipating.

It turns out that when you double your square footage, it takes twice as much time and effort to paint the whole damn place!  So now I am back to school and I  still have 3/4 of our entrance mocking me in all its unpainted glory.  I guess there’s always Painting Week in February…

I was performing actual xrays on actual patients – Yeah, you read that right.  I started the new year by working a 2 week practicum in my newly chosen career.  And I’m happy to say that it was amazing!

I spent some time in the radiography department of the hospital, as well as in a private clinic.  I got to deal with hundreds of patients, and was able to put into practice a lot of what I learned in that first semester.*  I mastered the art of the chest xray, and on my last day I finally conquered both the lateral knee AND the lateral hip!  I remembered that I am actually really good at dealing with people, and that standing all day hurts the shit outta my knees.

I have so many things that I can write about from those 2 weeks, and I will (I promise), just not right now.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe…

And now I’m back to the books – …and I am hoping, and praying, that its even a tiny bit less stressful than last semester.  Because I miss being able to take a narcissistic moment for myself and write about the every minutia of my life.

And reading for fun.  I really miss that.

*Shockingly, I didn’t use Physics** even once.

**Stupid Physics.

the ultimate coolness of aaron paul

I was idly scrolling through my Twitter feed last night when I came across this tweet from Aaron Paul:

“I will be at this pay phone for the next 5 min. Call and ask me anything!! 1 (505) 256-9927”

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Unfortunately, I didn’t see it until a couple of hours later or I would have totally called and asked him to do this:*

He took calls at that pay phone 2 separate times last night, in between shooting scenes from Breaking Bad.

Seriously, how awesome is that?

But Aaron Paul is just completely awesome, like that.  A couple of months ago he announced, quite proudly that he completed a jigsaw puzzle of a cute and cuddly kitten. 

Awesome, right?

And THEN he personalized it and did this:

“Hello friends. His name is Gary and he needs a new home. Who wants him? Best plea wins. May the force be with you.”  

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I am not, at all, ashamed to say that I used the recent passing of my dog to try to win this magnificent piece of art.
 
So now I love Aaron Paul more than ever because he is awesome.  And he knows that, as a celebrity, he can give a small part of his day to make his fans happy.
 
Unlike some people
 
*I have all kinds of plans of what I would say or do when faced with a celebrity, but that plan generally deteriorates into blushing, mumbling and letting Phil do the talking.  ‘Cause I’m all smoothe like that.

2nd annual santas anonymous goodie giveaway – the results

Santas Anonymous did their toy deliveries this past weekend and it was a huge success!  There were so many people there to deliver toys that some were waiting in line for an hour and a half just to get the opportunity to drop some toys off at a local family’s house.

Unfortunately, mine and Wilzie’s toy drive was substantially less successful.

We had 2 people drop off toys and tweet us a picture:

The folks at Acme Meat Market (@acmemeatmarket)- a great, local butcher with a yummy bacon and amazing community spirit (they are also collecting for the Edmonton Food Bank and are matching every donation they receive):

And local moo about town, Marlow (@marlowemoo), who is always happy to help out a local cause:

Since those were the only responses we got, instead of drawing for a winner, Wilzie and I decided to divvy up the winnings and delivered goodie bags to each.  Which Marlow really seemed to enjoy:

In addition to those 2 toy drop offs we received a cheque all the way from Shana in New York, as we did last year, with instructions to buy as many toys as we could.  So we did:

And the owners of The Next Act Pub not only donated the $137 that I earned for my Cameo burger, they also matched that for a total donation of $275 (which they kindly put in my name):

So even though, our response was small, hopefully a few more kids got toys for Christmas this year because of our efforts.

Thanks to all who took the time to donate to Santas Anonymous, as well as to all those who volunteered their time to wrap each and every toy as well as deliver them.

Merry Christmas everyone!

2nd annual goodie giveaway for santas anonymous

I was lucky growing up, I never had to worry about whether Santa was going to show up or not – I always awoke on Christmas morning to a pile of gifts under the tree.  But not everybody is that lucky.

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, I have already shared this story, but I think its worth repeating for anybody who is new to my follies…

When my Mom left her first husband, after taking her last beating, she became a single mother to my brother and sister.  It wasn’t easy – they had to go without a lot of luxuries, but it was worth it because they were safe.  And then Christmas rolled around, and she didn’t have any money to buy gifts for her children.  She was a proud woman and didn’t like to ask for handouts, she believed that she could take care of everything on her own.  But my Grandma saw that she was struggling, and didn’t want her grandkids to have to suffer through a Christmas with no gifts under the tree and Santa skipping their house, so she went behind my Mom’s back and filled out a form to give Mom’s information to Santas Anonymous as a hopeful recipient of donated toys.  Mom realized that there were things bigger than pride, and giving her children a happy Christmas when their worlds were already turned upside down was her only wish.  A couple of days before Christmas, there was a knock on her door and a couple of wrapped gifts were dropped off for each of her two kids.  And come Christmas morning, Mom was able to sit back and watch my brother and sister tear open their presents, and happily play with their new toys like kids should.

Santas Anonymous is a great local charity that works hard so that kids (and parents) can put aside whatever troubles they may have and just revel in the happiness of waking up to gifts under their tree on Christmas morning.  Unfortunately, there are far too many families that need to use this service, but those of us that can afford to buy presents can help those families have a joyful day.

Because I have heard Mom’s story of that first Christmas on her own, I am a staunch supporter of this particular charity.  Every year, Wilzie and I make sure we buy gifts to donate – we don’t have kids of our own, so its the least we can do.  And now, we doing our 2nd Annual Santas Anonymous Goodie Bag Giveaway!

Just head to your nearest Wal-Mart, Toy R Us, or shopping mall (check here for other drop off locations) to drop off a new, unwrapped toy*, and then send us picture – either by email (baconhound@gmail.com or imfojoy@gmail.com), or Tweet it to us (@baconhound and @joyfulfollies) – of you dropping off your donation to be entered in our giveaway**!

You have until the end of the day on Friday, December 16 to enter.

We will enter your name into the draw (1 for every donation) to receive a Goodie Bag of the homemade nom-noms we are making this year – consisting of  all the baked goodies I am detailing this week, as well Wilzie’s maple-bacon Chex mix and possibly some Bailey’s (if we don’t drink it all first) – and we will randomly select a winner on Saturday, December 17.

It’s a win-win situation…well, for one of you, anyway.  And hopefully everyone else can feel really good knowing that they can help make Christmas a little brighter for families in need.

And I want to give a special thanks to Saylish, Mike & Nathan at The Next Act Pub; another bonus of selecting my (delicious) cameo burger submission was that I received $1 from every burger sold in a gift card to use at the Pub.  I made a whopping $137 and the trio generously agreed to donate that to Santa’s Anonymous instead!  They really started our giveaway with a bang (and just gave me another reason to love that place) – hopefully everyone else will follow their lead and give give give!

A child’s only worry on Christmas morning should be which toy to play with first.

*And follow @santasanonymous on Twitter to find out what toys they are most in need of

**if you are out of town, and are inspired to help, feel free to send a cheque and Wilzie & I will gladly do the legwork for you!

vajazzling makes them pretty, but who keeps them safe?

Its Wilzie’s favourite time of year again – The Underwear Affair – a charity event that raises money to fight cancers “below the belt”.  These are the cancers that don’t get a lot of press because they deal with your naughty-parts, and for some reason, people are embarrassed to talk about their naughty-bits…which leads them to get ignored.

VAGINA!  Ovaries, uterus, testes, anus, rectum, penis!

No embarrassment here.  And not at the Underwear Affair either – where there is open acknowledgement that we all have parts  down there, and that they need our attention too.

You already know that my Mom passed away, some of you already know the gory details:  She had stage 4 melanoma – which isn’t necessarily a naughty-parts cancer, but it metastasized in her colon, then proceeded to grow until the tumor had nowhere else to go and pushed its way out her rectum.  Then it went on to infect all of her other organs, including her brain and not 5 months after her diagnosis, she died.  Due to the sensitive nature of the area, the radiation treatment often caused her more pain than the tumour itself.

Cancer of the naughty-parts is ugly and gross and embarrassing to talk about, but people need to know about it, and something needs to be done.

Don’t get me wrong, ALL types of cancer are horrible, and we need to do everything we can to eradicate this disease in it’s every imaginable form.  Wilzie’s mother passed away a few years ago from breast cancer (after already beating it twice) and we do a lot of volunteer work for the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation as well – but the naughty-parts cancers is like breast cancer’s ugly step-sister that sits in the shadows and everyone ignores, but still needs all the attention and support we can give.

This event on Saturday (June 18) supports the fight against underfunded cancers like prostate, ovarian and colorectal – because like the website says, there’s “no shame in bringing a little awareness to down there-ness”.   And as you know – I have no shame.  Thankfully, neither do a lot of the participants – which, I think, is the main reason this is Wilzie’s favourite time of year.  He can talk all he wants about benefiting “the cause”, but really, he just likes to ogle the women in their underthings (although he’s not too crazy about the guys sporting tiny briefs and man-kinis).

My niece, Kayla, is running in the Underwear Affair for her third year in a row.  She has worked really hard, both in the gym, and on the fundraising side.  Her goal was to raise $1000, and she hit that mark last week, but there is still a week left to donate.  If you are interested in making a donation to Kayla’s run,  please click here.

Kayla and her beau at last year’s affair

Every little bit helps.

I am not really a fan of asking for money but, as usual, this is the exception – I have seen the difference that cancer research can make.  A couple of years ago I was diagnosed with cervical cancer and after getting a couple of pieces of my lady-flower cut out and a couple of days off work, I was good as new.  When my Mom was diagnosed with cervical cancer in her 30’s, she had to have a hysterectomy.

Thank you, Research, for letting me keep all of my lady-bits.

Big leaps come from research,which can only happen with funding, which the naughty-parts cancers don’t get a lot of.  We can work together to change that.

damn, you look good! no really, you do…i mean it…

What I learned from yesterday’s post is that most people (that read/comment on this blog, anyway) are horribly uncomfortable with receiving compliments.

And in case you missed it, I just wanted to share Wilzie’s comment on the whole thing:

here is an easy fix for all of this… just stop being so darn compliment-worthy. It’s been working for me for decades.

On those rare occasions that I recieve a compliment on something other than how much someone likes my wifes blog, or on the sheer size of my honky ‘fro, I find I’m always a bit late picking up on the often gratuitous fishing for a return compliment. If you’re complimenting me on my jacket, while modelling YOUR new jacket to gratuitously fish for a return compliment….. dont bother, because I probably didnt even notice.

Why?
Because I’m a man. I cannot identify your new jacket, new shoes, new haircut, new purse, or weight loss.

Things I DO notice?

Cleavage.

Also:
Yoga pants (up to a half mile away)
Extra beer in the fridge
hot wings on sale

Doesnt it seem less stressful to just have a big gravy stain on your shirt and avoid the whole “compliment” situation altogether?”

See why I love him?

So, as comforting as it is to know that I am not the only one who doesn’t know how to respond to compliments, I do find it somewhat curious.  Do we not believe that we are worthy of kind words?  Do we think that we’ll seem unlikable if we acknowledge that, Yes, I agree that my hair does look good today (and we always qualify it with that “today” because it would just be too much to think that our hair might look good tomorrow!)?  Do we just not like to have that spotlight of attention shining on us?

Whatever the reason –  I call BULLSHIT!

OF COURSE we are worthy of kind words!

YES we are likeable!

ABSOLUTELY we deserve a ray of happy light to shine on us, even if for a moment!

You are all wonderful, beautiful people, and you had damn well better believe it!

In a world with so much negativity and ugly gossip (I admit, I am guilty of it too), we deserve to start feeling good about ourselves.  Even if it’s just for a single moment before we look back at the celebrity magazines and wish we had boobs like Tyra Banks, or a smile like Julia Roberts, or arms like Cameron Diaz, or even that we just had an ass that looked good in Lululemons…

*sigh*

Wait a minute…where was I going with that?

RIGHT!  We are all wonderful in our own ways, and when someone goes out of their way to tell us that, why shouldn’t we believe them, and feel good about it?

So, right here, right now, I am starting a new initiative…

The “You look shiny!” Initiative.

My cousin has always been like that; when we used to work together, there was a constant stream of compliments coming from her mouth for everybody who crossed her path – “I love your bracelet!”  “That is a great nail colour!” “Did you get new glasses?  Looking good!” – and she meant it every time.  But while my eyes were getting a work-out from all the excessive rolling, each person she complimented walked away smiling, feeling just a bit better about themselves.

I’ve decided that I am going to do that.  I will go out of my way to compliment someone every day – on their hair, their clothes, their jewellery, their shoes – whatever happens to catch my eye (so long as its genuine, there is nothing worse than phony kindness).  And not just people who I know – I don’t mean I am going to run up to random people on the street – but cashiers, baristas, bank tellers.  Anyone!

I am going to become a one-woman, feel-good machine*!

The blogging community is consistently so supportive of each other, but why should we be limited to making our interweb friends feel shiny; we can work together to send those good vibes out to everyone else!  Because who doesn’t deserve to feel good?

Are you in?

*Not the kind they sell at “adults only” stores…

pizza that makes you feel good

It may be freaking cold, and dirty, and filled with blue-collar rednecks, but sometimes my city is completely fabulous.

Remember a while ago when I told you about the awesome-ness that is Famoso Pizzeria?  Well they just keep getting better and better!

They announced earlier this week that every penny in profits they make on Tuesday will go to the Red Cross for Earthquake/Tsunami relief in Japan. Not 10%, not 25%…they were donating 100% of their profits to the Canadian Red Cross.  Every single penny.

And they made a lot of pennies on Tuesday. $10,218 to be exact.

It was perfect opportunity for my niece K and I to have a dinner date, and it seems everybody else had the same idea because when we pulled into the parking lot, it was full.  We had to find parking on the street half a block away!  When we walked into the eatery, people were lined-up to the door waiting for a table, people were huddling on the outdoor patio under heat lamps waiting for a table, people gave their names & numbers and waited in their cars for a table.  When K and I gave our name, we were told it would be about an hour.

“Of course,” we said, “totally worth it!”

And so did everybody else that walked in the door – I think I only saw one couple leave because they didn’t want to wait.

And if you take the number of people waiting for a table and DOUBLE it – that’s about how many people dropped in to pick up a take-out order!  It was some kind of a wonderful, pizza-filled insanity.

The stream of customers never let up – and the staff not only took the rush in stride, they were loving every minute of it.  You know I think the management and staff at Famoso are top-notch, but even I would understand some frazzled nerves, maybe an occasional scowl or muttered frustration, but there was none of it.  Every member of the kitchen staff were on their toes, smiling and joking as they whipped pizza after pizza (after pizza) in the bell oven; every member of the service staff was friendly and attentive and quick to smile.  Everyone in the joint was being run ragged and they seemed to enjoy every minute of it.

As K and I sat there, enjoying our authentic Neapolitan, thin-crust pizza, I basked in the feeling of camaraderie and generosity, as Edmontonians stood out in the cold and snow to support a locally grown business who is, in turn, supporting a national effort to help those struck down by an unimaginable natural disaster.

Eating pizza has never made me feel so good.

K and her ‘za

waiting for a worthwhile cause

so starts the holidays – fojoy’s weekend in review

On Friday when I got home from work, I was excited to be nearly, almost completely done my Christmas crafting, and decided to start in on my baking.  We will be seeing some people tomorrow that we had planned to give baking to, so I needed to get that shit going.

The only thing I really bake for Christmas is candy-cane chocolate bark.  It is Yummy (notice the capital “Y”), and always a big hit (did I mention that it’s also super easy…damn, I was supposed to keep that part to myself!) so it has become my one thing. I pulled my chocolate wafers out of the cupboard (both white and dark chocolate), and started unwrapping the candy canes.  This is generally the worst part of the task – it is so finicky and I get all sticky, and I am paranoid that some of the clear plastic wrap will fall into the chocolate and I won’t notice.  Once I was sure the canes were 100% plastic-free, I broke them into smaller pieces and threw them in for some bashing with my mortar & pestle.

This is, by far, my favourite part of the task!  I happily smash at the candy, grinding it into tiny bites, pieces flying haphazardly out of the bowl and landing on the floor for the dog to snatch up, in my hair and down my shirt (did I mention how sticky it gets?).  Then I got my make-shift double-boiler going and melt my dark chocolate, mix in some of the candy-cane bits, pour the mixture on to a cookie sheet to cool, and pop it into the fridge.  Then I melt the white chocolate, mix in more candy-cane, and when the dark mixture is cool, I pour the white over top to create a Christmas taste sensation.

Easy peasy.

But when I pulled it out of the fridge to break it into bite-sized morsels, everything started to unravel.    Ever time I snap a piece off, the white comes apart from the chocolate.

Every.  Single.  Time.

But I’m all cool about and shrug it off, “No big deal, so I just have 2 separate kinds.  Still yummy.”  But then I taste it.*  And it is not yummy.  Not yummy at all.

*I realize now that it obviously probably wasn’t the smartest decision not to taste anything before this point, but you have realize that I make this EVERY YEAR – and I’m not really a fan of it – so I just assumed it would be Yummy as usual.

I tried one piece, and it didn’t really have much of a candy-cane flavour.  Odd.  I tried another piece and noticed it was…chewy…last time I checked, candy canes weren’t chewy.  What the hell?  I found another pieces with bigger chunks of candy-cane and popped it in my mouth.  Yep – chewy!  And disgusting.

Motherfucker!

And I started to cry.  Just sad little tears to mourn my wasted chocolate as I dumped the ruined concoction into a bowl.  Just then Wilzie called, and I lost it.  I slumped to the kitchen floor and I started to bawl while trying to explain to him that my *sniff* candy-canes were *snuffle* chewy *SOB*!!  As he was telling me that we will just go to the grocery store tomorrow and get more, I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying.  I was BAWLING.  On my kitchen floor.  Over chocolate.

I guess that’s what I get for being my ingredients from the Dollar Store.

~~~

Wilzie’s Santas Anonymous Giveaway ended and we drew a winner* for our goodie bag of homemade chocolate, shortbread, spice mix and not Bailey’s Irish Cream.

*Congratulations Tamy!

I want to give a GREAT BIG SHOUT OUT to Shana over at Fumbling Towards Normalcy.  Shana lives down east in the great state of New York and wanted to help out, so she sent a cheque with the request that Wilzie get as many toys as we could for that money, and did we ever!  Stop by Shana’s blog and say hello – she still has 4 more days of Giveaways this week and everybody has a chance to win something awesome!

Thanks SO MUCH to all who all joined our efforts and donated a toy (or 2 or 3 or 15)!

~~~

Wilzie and I had my nieces over for a pre-Christmas get together.  They opened their gifts, we had some macaroni (with bacon and onions, natch) and shortbread cookies, and watched a movie.  For the bulk of their visit, we had the TV turned to the Fireplace Channel.

It was oddly compelling viewing.

What really piqued our curiosity was when the flannel-clad arm would reach into the frame, poker in hand, to stoke the fire.  Who was this guy?  Were there shifts of “stokers”, in  their flannel shirt uniforms, trading off , taking turns adding logs, and poking the fire with a stick?  Or was it this one, solitary man, sitting in a room with a fire and a camera?  He must get lonely.  He must get hot!  Is there a Mrs. Fireplace-Stoker that brings him sandwiches?  Does he have a pop bottle to pee in?  The channel plays 24 hours/day over the holidays, so he must make a lot of overtime, what does he do the rest of the year?

Doe he get recognized at stores when he pays for his groceries, and sticks his hand out to give his credit card?  Do his friends always invite him over just to get him to stoke their fires?  Is he the know-it-all around the campground, showing everyone the correct method of stoking?  When he retires, does he receive a gold-plated poker with his name and years of service engraved on it?

You are a man of mystery, fireplace-stoking-guy.

By the end of the evening, my niece B was so infatuated that she was contemplating inviting him over for Christmas dinner.  But then we remembered, poor fireplace-stoking guy will probably be working.

~~~

*UPDATE*

Wilzie came home and tried my chocolate bark and deemed it be perfectly fine…maybe not as good as years past, but still certainly a tasty treat.  I had already whipped up a new batch, so we filled two large freezer bags with my first attempt and dropped them off at our local Ronald McDonald House.

The families there thought the chocolate was just fine too.

if you give a little, so will we

I was lucky growing up, I never had to worry about whether Santa was going to show up or not – I always awoke on Christmas morning to a pile of gifts under the tree.  But not everybody is that lucky.

When my Mom left her first husband, after taking her last beating, she became a single mother to my brother and sister.  It wasn’t easy – they had to go without a lot of luxuries, but it was worth it because they were safe.  And then Christmas rolled around, and she didn’t have any money to buy gifts for her children.  She was a proud woman and didn’t like to ask for handouts, she believed that she could take care of everything on her own.  But my Grandma saw that she was struggling, and didn’t want her grandkids to have to suffer through a Christmas with no gifts under the tree and Santa skipping their house, so she went behind my Mom’s back and filled out a form to give Mom’s information to Santas Anonymous as a hopeful recipient of donated toys.  Mom realized that there were things bigger than pride, and giving her children a happy Christmas when their worlds were already turned upside down was her only wish.  A couple of days before Christmas, there was a knock on her door and a couple of wrapped gifts were dropped off for each of her two kids.  And come Christmas morning, Mom was able to sit back and watch my brother and sister tear open their presents, and happily play with their new toys like kids should.

Santas Anonymous is a great local charity that works hard so that kids (and parents) can put aside whatever troubles they may have and just revel in the happiness of waking up to gifts under their tree on Christmas morning.  Unfortunately, there are far too many families that need to use this service, but those of us that can afford to buy presents can help those families have a joyful day.

Because I have heard Mom’s story of that first Christmas on her own, I am a staunch supporter of this particular charity.  Wilzie and I make sure we buy (at least) one gift each to donate – we don’t have kids of our own, so its the least we can do.  This year, donations are down – way down – and the word has gone out that Santas Anonymous has actually run out of toys, and I know that when Wilzie and I dropped our donations in the big box at Wal-Mart, it was sadly empty.  So my husband, being the big-hearted softie that he is, has decided to host a giveaway to drum up some donations.

Please head to your nearest Wal-Mart (check here for other drop off locations) to drop off a new, unwrapped toy, and let us know about it by the end of the day on Thursday, December 16 – either here at my blog, on our Facebook pages or my Twitter accounts (@imfojoy).  We will enter your name into a draw (1 for every toy donated) to receive a Goodie Bag of the homemade nom-noms we are making this year – there’s a little something for everyone: a little savoury, a little sweet, and a lot boozy – and we will randomly select a winner on Friday, December 17.  Also, for every 10 donation notifications we receive, Wilzie and I will each buy and donate another new toy each.  If you can’t get out to buy a toy yourself before the cut-off date, or would prefer to donate cash, let us know by Wednesday, December 15, and Wilzie will go and do the legwork for you.

It’s a win-win situation…well, for one of you, anyway.  And hopefully everyone else can feel really good knowing that they were able to help make Christmas a little brighter for families in need.

wordless wednesday – ‘stache-tastic

If you’ve noticed that the men in your area are looking a little scruffier than usual – there’s most likely a very good reason for it:

Welcome to MOVEMBER!

I know what you’re thinking, but no, Movember is not a month-long tribute to the Gays (but how awesome would that be?  Glitter and feather boas for EVERYBODY!) – it is a month-long moustache growing competition to raise money for the fight against prostate cancer.

As you know, I a big supporter of “the cause”, and I think this is a great fundraising idea that brings attention to another sensitive area.  It allows guys to raise some cash to save their man-parts and it also gives them a chance to grow an ironic ‘stache without much teasing.

Check out the Movember site for more info and do your part to keep our men healthily (I, for one, vigorously examine Wilzie’s man-parts on a regular basis)!

Wilzie, of course, has always been  ahead of the curve:

Hello Hottie!

A few guys from our local hockey team – the Edmonton Oilers – are getting in on the ‘stache action:

Dustin Penner – classic ‘stache/shiner combo

Sam Gagner – almost too pretty for facial hair

Zack Stortini – rocking a full on 70’s porn ‘stache

My niece, K’s boyfriend is growing his own lip warmer for the month:

Not one be left out of the fun, K got in on the action too:

 

Because really, all the cool kids are doing it:

Happy Movember, y’all!