Are You Serious?

This is the second post of the "Are You Serious?" series. I have to admit when I stated this series I thought I would have much more blogs to post under this subject...shoot, a lot of people do a lot of stupid things that cause me to say to myself "are you serious?"

Well, have I got one for you. I have a class mate who is about 30 years old and originally from Colorado. I don't want to name names in case he may bump into this blog in the future. So I will call him RC.

RC dresses nice, is not a bad looking fellow, and seems to have an alright personality. He is not the brightest chap but he's not stupid either. All in all, RC is a good guy. However, RC has a serious hygiene problem. He blatantly refuses to apply deodorant or antiperspirant to the under portion of his arm pit. He happens to be in my cadaver dissection group and his B.O. is so horrendous that I would rather smell the formaldehyde of the cadaver than his pits.

I should also explain that RC is not absent minded of the issue. He knows he smells and he doesn't care. When he introduced himself to another friend of mine in the class he straight up told my friend that he didn't use deodorant as if he was proud of it. He also openly bragged to the guys in the lockerroom that he wanted to be "the guy" who doesn't ever wash is scrubs from dissection lab. Note: we have lab for three quarters. With three months to a quarter, that is nine months spending 6 hours a week in lab and never washing his scrubs. I wash mine, as does the majority of the class, every week; and the smell still doesn't completely go away.

I'm not sure if RC ever wants to be married or if he ever wants a girlfriend, but if so I guess he has come to the right place. Portland has plenty of hippies just like him. If anyone has any suggestions on how I can get RC to wear deodorant I would greatly appreciate the advice. For crying in the night, I think the cadaver can even smell his B.O.

Ode to the Hair

Well, the days of growing my hair out are over. T finally got her wish and we spent this Saturday cutting my mop. I grew it out for almost a year and I have to admit that I kind of liked it long. I thought I would blog and give one last hurrah by posting some pictures of the many hair styles I tried during the growing process.

Not one of my finest hairstyles (but T looks cute)

Hiking hair with bandanna

Cowboy hat hair (looks pretty sweet, I'd say)

Shaggy, messy hair

Slicked back and parted hair (one of my favs.)

Straight hair, aka lead singer of a hit band hair

And here is the conclusion. That's a years worth of hard work. Compare the pile to the clippers and also realize it's a good solid 2-3 inches thick on the floor.

The result! I'm pretending to cry, but if you look hard enough you might be able to see a real tear squeezing out of my eye. I'm not to happy to have a cold head again.