Disclosure/Disclaimer: I am not, nor have I ever been, a logger (as in the forest). The following subject matter is--as I discovered partway through writing it--highly conducive to puns and/or euphemisms; however, I absolve myself of intent. Therefore, any instances you might think you see (of the aforementioned) cannot be held against me.
|Hello. My name is not Paul Bunyan; however, I play him on Etsy.|
|And you can call me Babe (not him, silly, THE DOG).|
But if you do, I'll call you something much worse.
(Image and Babe-the-Blue-Ox costume via Etsy)
So first of all, in celebration of Earth Week, I would like to recognize all loggers (actually all forestry professionals and stewards) who champion (not just in word, but in deed) sustainable forestry research, education, training and practices. You rock!
And as a small token of appreciation, please feel free to copy this "Versatile Logger" badge and paste it wherever you like. (Full confession: The badge/award used to say "Versatile Blogger*," but I edited it in Photoshop.)
Oh, and also (contrary to most blogging "awards"), there are no "rules" tied to accepting the badge. Nope. So if it suits you, it's scot-free! Yay!
However, I will now share 3 random (previously unshared) things about me (just for fun - since, especially if you're an actual logger [20 years from now, under a blue moon], this might be your first time here):
1. I have a problem with profanity. In that every time I start to use it, "fudge" comes out.
[Insert 3 seconds of silence while Elizabeth contemplates rewording that last sentence. OK, nah.]
And by fudge, I mean the word "fudge."
2. I am banned from using the word "fudge" (as an expletive) in my own home. Scout's honor.
3. I prefer my fudge dark, hot and syrupy (as in a condiment) or frozen (as in a Fudgsicle), as opposed to the malleable, loaf-like varieties.
AND THIS IS WHERE I SEND YOU OFF WITH A LOAD OF LOGGER, AKA "LUMBERJACK," POP CULTURE TRIVIA
|Hello, my name really is Paul Bunyan (and don't ever forget it).|
In a recent study conducted by the career guidance website CareerCast.com, lumberjack is the 2nd worst job in the U.S. for 2013. Newspaper reporter is #1. (ouch.)
On a much lighter note...
|These statues of Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox, in Bemidji, MN, are on the |
National Register of Historic Places.
For some reason, in folklore, lumberjacks like to eat stacks and stacks of flapjacks. The folks at Hungry Jack (a Pillsbury brand) believed (in the 70s) that lumberjacks also liked eating mountains of Hungry Jack (refrigerated dough) biscuits.
ca. 1970s Hungry Jack biscuit commercial "...they gobble 'em down and the plate comes back for..."
|Image via Wiki|
The fast food giant, Burger King Corp., in Australia (and in no other country), calls its stores Hungry Jack's. This is because the name Burger King was already trademarked there. (Also, the "Jack" is for Australian franchise owner, Jack Cowin, not a lumberjack.)
|Image via Brawny Towels (a Georgia-Pacific brand)|
The Brawny Man (a lumberjack) has never had a real name and is purely fictional. In 2003, after years of research, Georgia-Pacific gave the (nearly 30-year-old) Brawny Man an updated (not so 70s) clean-shaven look.
And if you're wondering why the lumberjack at all? As cited in a 2003 story on USA Today, "research found women love him."
Well, well. :)
And with that, friends,
Happy Earth Week!
(Now, make like a lumberjack and split.)
* All thanks to Julie at The Daily Dog Blog for bestowing the "Versatile Blogger" award upon me, without which, this celebratory blog post would not exist.
P.S. Thanks also to Coralee at Bark and Chatter for the "Super Sweet Blogging" award. I now know that it must have been due to my proclivity to all things