I’m in conflict. I hate my hair and beard but I love them both too. Here’s some history:
I’m on the right in this photo. This is how I see myself–my mental picture–conservative, clean-cut with a bright smile on my face.
That’s me on my thirty-fifth birthday in 2005 at a backyard party when, even though it was too hot, we had a fire in the new firepit. I’m wearing an apron from that was a gift from Tammy and says “Will cook for sex.”
This one is my thirty-third birthday. Can you belive Tammy (pictured to my left) married a geek like me? This was also the last birthday I had with my parents at their old house on Churchill near Hickory Hills.
Now for the conflict:
This is me in October of 2006, not even a year ago, when I had only been with [DaZZee](http://dazzee.com) a month. My hair was starting to lengthen and the beard was firmly entrenched. Pay no attention to the psycotic look on my face…
This is me today–so far. Stay tuned for a post tomorrow…