Don Osmond: In my opinion…

November 2, 2009

I shaved… for now!

Filed under: Health and Fitness — Tags: , , , , — donosmond @ 9:25 am

What is so intriguing about men’s facial hair? Why do people take such an interest in it?

I wish I knew. Regardless, it’s got me doing something silly for the next four weeks throughout November, or should I say… Movember?

That’s right. I’ve teamed up with a few of my friends from the Dancing With The Stars group to support Movember. Movember is an annual, month-long celebration of the mustache, highlighting men’s health issues – specifically prostate and testicular cancer.

The idea for Movember was sparked in 2003 over a few beers in Melbourne, Australia. (So, this goes out to all my Aussies!) The guys behind it joked about 80s fashion and decided it was time to bring the mustache back.  In order to justify their Mos (Australian slang for mustache), they used their new looks to raise money for prostate cancer research… never dreaming that facial hair would ultimately lead to a global movement that would get men talking about a taboo subject – their health. Well, looky here… I’m half way across the globe, and will sport my Mo, but I’ll need your help. I’ll explain later.

A Mo Bro starts Movember – the month formerly known as November – clean shaven, and grows a mustache all month long, garnering support from friends and family in the form of donations.  What’s more, a Mo Bro is a walking billboard for the cause as his new look opens the door for him to talk about cancers affecting men – making the mustache a symbol, much like the pink ribbon is for breast cancer.  Each Movember culminates in a Gala Partè in major cities around the globe where Mo Bros dress up to match their Mo, channeling the likes of Tom Selleck, Ghandi and Ron Burgandy, vying for the ultimate accolade:  Man of Movember.

While growing a Mo is left to the guys, Mo Sistas (women who support their guys) form an important part of Movember by recruiting Mo Bros, helping to raise funds and attending the highly anticipated Gala Partés.

So, here’s where I need your help. I’ve developed my MoSpace page (a Web page that will keep you updated) where donations can be made, as well as suggestions. Suggestions? Yes, suggestion on what I should shave into my beard. You see, I’m not quite sure what type of mustache I should be sporting. I’ve decided to leave that up to you. I’ll grow the beard, you design the art. The suggestion with the most comments win, and I’ll post the photo at the end of the month.

Check out my MoSpace page; all ready posted my first pick. I’ll keep it updated.

July 13, 2009

The inopportune timing of service

Filed under: Cresting 30 — Tags: , , — donosmond @ 8:15 pm

No matter the situation, someone’s need for service always comes at inopportune times.

Last Tuesday: perfect case in point.

I had more than a laundry list of things to accomplish, which included: working on a new business, fixing my motorcycle, getting packed for a trip, stopping by the doctor’s office and a date. I also needed to write a blog for Mormon Times, and had a bad case of writer’s block.

In short, my day was slammed.

That morning I must have summoned the “irony” gods, because my phone started ringing. Grandpa needed a little help with his computer.

OK, that shouldn’t take long; it’s probably nothing more than a mouse click or two.

But as I pulled into his driveway, a thought came to me. “I’m going to be here for a while.” However, I brushed that aside because of the countless times I’ve helped him before. This won’t take more than five minutes.

Boy, was I wrong. The universal law of entropy descended in a gray cloud until it engulfed the entire house. Every solution to each problem created a larger, more contagious, unpleasant result.

After two hours of banging my head against the computer, I successfully disconnected my grandfather’s Internet connection to the house … oops!

I reached the point of acquiescence, and accepted the fact I would be there a while. So, it was time to call the expert — my father. (Believe me, he does more than just sing.)

He and I went back and forth via the phone troubleshooting every problem; even called a few customer-service reps for additional help. And, my five minutes became five hours, quite literally.

Finally (either by stroke of genius, or just dumb luck) we got everything working. My grandfather was grateful for the help — even gave me a candy bar.

Unfortunately, my to-do list went unfinished for the day. However, I learned something: No matter how busy we may think we are, don’t forget to take a little time out of your day to help each other out.

Blessings come to those who serve. (Heck, helping my grandfather helped me … I got a blog topic to write about.)

For the record, I wouldn’t change the outcome of that day at all. I got to spend time with my grandfather. By the way: Happy 80th birthday, grandpa!

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