MOvember!

"Nice stash!"

During this month formerly known as November I will be growing my Mo (mustache) to spread awareness for prostate cancer. Here is how my Mo stands right now:

^Me and my Mo^

One of my fraternity brothers back in ATL is also growing his Mo:

^Topher and his Mo^

Now Topher had a little more time to plan, so instead of just spreading awareness he is actually raising money. It's super easy to donate...

To donate to our Mos you can either:

1. Click HERE. That link will allow you to donate online using your credit card or PayPal account,
or
2. Write a check payable to the ‘Prostate Cancer Foundation', referencing Topher's Registration Number 1839456 and mailing it to:

Prostate Cancer Foundation
Attn: Movember
1250 Fourth St
Santa Monica, CA, 90401

All donations are tax-deductible to the extent permitted by law.

The money raised by Movember is donated directly to the Prostate Cancer Foundation which will use the funds for high-impact research to find better treatments and a cure for prostate cancer.

For more information about MOvember click HERE.

More Adventures with Dad

"Are yous from America?"

Dad woke up at 3 AM today to catch his flight back to the States. He has quite the trip ahead of him. He is first off to Brisbane, and then catches a connecting flight back to LA.

Here are some more pictures from our trip to the Whitsundays:

^This is the car we had reserved^

Something happened with the reservation, and...

^This is the car we got for no extra charge!^

^Video of our car in action...^

^Kitchen of the boat^

^Our bunks^

^Aboriginal Paintings^

^Another one with Dad^

^Whitehaven Beach^

^Dad putting on his stinger suit^
Don't wanna get stung by a jellyfish

^Our Group^

When we got back into Townsville:

^Dad and I on Castle Hill^

That's Magnetic Island behind us.

The next day Dad and I were going to go to Magnetic Island, but the forecast called for rain, so we ran some errands and explored more of Townsville from our convertible.

^Dad and I conveniently caught the end^
of a car show at the Strand.

At one point during the day we went to a store called Crazy Clark's. When the cashier heard us talking, she asked "Are yous from America?" And we responded with, "Yes." The girl then said, "I like the American accent." And then dad said with a grin, (as he always does when someone says something about our accent), "We don't have an accent, you're the one with the accent."