Talk Like a Pirate Day

Surely you knew that today was a holiday! Every year certain geeks celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day and pepper their conversations with ahoy, avast, and maybe a shiver me timbers. (You can visit the official site if you feel the need to know more.)

I must admit that I didn't start every sentence with arrrrr, but I did try to have a little fun on Twitter. Our language can be both a tool and a plaything! Perhaps you'll be amused (though if I make myself laugh, I consider that a success). If not, then you shall walk the plank!

Arrr! Avast! Jolly Roger! Walk the plank! Scurvy dog! Is that how to #TalkLikeAPirate?

Columbo, the lost episode: Falk Like a Pirate.

Rock would have, but Doris couldn't get into the role-playing so they never made the sequel: Pillow Talk Like a Pirate.

If you want to join the crew in China, you need to be able to wok like a pirate.

It took awhile for the captain to hire a plumber. He had to find one who could caulk like a pirate.

If you want to make the baseball team in Pittsburgh, you'd better be able to balk like a Pirate.

The captain had to clear his throat after yelling at the crew. Good thing he could hawk like a pirate.

The crew was apprehensive about getting their polio vaccines until they learned their doctor could Salk like a pirate.

Just called my mom to wish her a happy #TalkLikeAPirate Day. Can you believe she didn't realize it was a holiday‽

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I tried to be punny for the ides of March, too. You can check out that post here. What did you do to celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day?

A "Hair-Raising" Day

Yup...my hair has been raised. About eight inches.

You may have guessed that means I got my hair cut. Seems pretty mundane, right? But I've never been one for high-maintenance hair. I skipped the Aqua-Net fad, though I did enjoy my share of perms in the '80s. It was never my way to go to the salon every month or so for a trim. Too much money just for hair. So I let it grow longish, below my shoulders. And I think I might like it that way and all the styling versatility that comes with it. But then I get positively sick of it and have to get it chopped off! So now, my hair is above my chin. Cute and sassy and bouncy. It will, of course, get a little longer, and I'll try to keep it sleek. And it will continue to grow, and get wavier as it goes. (Seems like length would weigh down any curls, but my hair seems to have a mind of its own.) I get to enjoy a variety of looks from short to long. Once or twice a year, I'll visit the same stylist I've seen for 20 years. She happily snips and styles. We wonder at the pile of hair on the floor before she sweeps it into the vacuum chute.

For me, a haircut is an event. Sort of like New Year's. My hair gets a fresh start and so do I. It's oddly invigorating and empowering. Time for a new attitude to go along with the new hair. Let's see what I can accomplish before it grows another eight inches!