On the left, I’m unshowered and unshaven, with my glasses. On the right, showered, shaved and no glasses. How old am I?
It’s been a long time since anyone commented that I look really young, but—prior to being twenty-four—this was a very common occurrence. I always got ID’d at bars. But then I got glasses and slowly those comments faded away. In fact, I’ve had several people think I was significantly older.
I thought the days of having a baby face were behind me, but last week I posted a picture on Instagram after getting out of the shower to show how long my hair is getting. To my surprise, I had at least eight different people (through various channels) comment on how young I look.
Am I having a Clark Kent/Superman moment here? Except instead of turning into a superhero, I turn into a teenager. Do the glasses add 10-15 years? If so, I need to fix my broken, defective eyes, chuck out the glasses and start hanging out around high schools. Sup ladies girls?
Today’s post from In Focus, with the same title, is particularly moving, but I love this banner.
Demonstrators hold a banner during a protest against Syria’s President Bashar al-Assad, after Friday prayers in Kafranbel, near Idlib, Syria, on February 17, 2012. Demonstrations against Assad were reported by activists in several cities across Syria, including the capital Damascus and the commercial hub Aleppo, after Friday Muslim prayers despite the threat of violence from security forces.(Reuters)
Look at this awful moustache. You can still barely see it. But it itches. There’s lots of blond hair in there as well. I swear!
Getting the ball rollin’ on donations is always the hardest part, so I donated $50 to the glory of my moustache and the cause. Cancer has certainly affected my family. Is there a family it doesn’t touch? It’s a silly moustache for a good reason. And I can barely wait until I shave it off, but until then I plan to raise a little money.
Last year, I pushed my moustache all month and by the end I felt like a month was too long (yet not long enough to actually grow a respectable moustache). This year I wanted to take a different approach. You are now entering moustache blitz week! It’s the last week of November (how the hell did that happen?!) and now I need your donations. Give purpose and meaning to this awful moustache and donate!
We’re slowly starting to unfurl in Saskatoon and explore the city. We’ve made a couple new friends on our block and this weekend we tried out Kelly’s Kafe. It’s a little, small-town diner lost amidst a small industrial area, with concrete floors, mix-matched mugs and a jovial atmosphere. One of the servers convinced a patron—in order to get a free meal—to crow like a rooster in the middle of the restaurant, which he did (surprisingly well). Also, you can get a giant breakfast under $5.
I am a huge fan of clubhouse sandwiches. If you were to ask Leah what I always order she’d say—a club. Right, baby? Well I don’t think I’ve ever taken on such a big sandwich. Can you tell how big it is?
Can you tell now? Here’s an action shot of me trying to take a bite of the entire sandwich.
The entire sandwich was $11 and I couldn’t even my finish half. Leah had the other half and we just boxed up her Denver sandwich for supper. So here’s my review: lots of good food, great price and a relaxed atmosphere. I definitely recommend and we will certainly be going back.
Update: Apparently it’s “Kafe” and not “Cafe”. Doesn’t everyone know we live in a world where you can’t be clever? Google cannot handle your cleverness.