I still have one. And sweet sassy molassee is it big.
I thought I might dedicate a post to the cultivating and growing of it. Some of you may think it is cool. Some gross. It all depends on your view of such things I guess. Wait for it.
This was a far less hairy time in my life. This was actually last May. I was praying. For wisdom.
I really like this picture. I am doing what I love doing most in this world. Answering a question posed by Debbie Marshall on a trip to a place I have never been.
This is me doing what I loathe most in this world. Chicks dig a guy in combat boots, short shorts, and a ferret growing on his face.
This is relatively early in the fund-raising beard. My head is still relatively proportional to my shoulders. Proportion is for sissies.
This is a picture that showed up at
Jamie Golden's blog. She will judge every other man she meets by this standard. And they will be found lacking.
This was a beard I grew right before Billy was born. I was 30 at the time. Man I looked young.
Compared to this. This is 37 year old father of two Joseph Kinnaird. Notice the two stripes in the middle. One is named Billy. The other is James Robert. This picture was taken 03/28/2011. As of this date we are around $2200 short of our goal for the mission trip to Belize.
I wanted this shot to give me a proper perspective on how huge my head is. Granted, Kara has a tiny head.
She also pointed out that I look like an orangataun. Like Clyde from
Any Which Way You Can.
