Warning: If you are at all squeamish don’t proceed…some of the photos to follow are a little yucky. Just a little though.
When you mention surfers people for the most part envision them as being mellow, laid back and easy going. Surfing itself is also often associated with iconic movies such as The Endless Summer or that one from the 80’s North Shore. Gidget, Spicoli, Frankie and Annette are just a few of the names that first come to mind when the word surfer is mentioned and I will admit, some of the surfers out there could possibly fall into one or two of those categories. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I appreciate all surfers and how they choose to live their life but there is a whole other breed out there and they just do not fall into any of those stereotypical categories associated with surfing and surfers. My darlin’ surfer is a part of this other breed. I may have mentioned something to this affect before. Let me elaborate.
My darlin’ surfer is not cut from the Beach Boys cloth. You can ditch that image and throw it as far away as possible. He is cut from that new generation of surfers. The ones who walk on the wild side. Try to imagine more of, lets say…Evil Knievel. Yep, that’s who I fell in love with, Mr. X-treme himself.
Oh yeah, you’re not seeing things, that would be blood running down his adorable face. Spicoli, he is most definitely not. Look at that grin would you! He loves it! He is such a take charge, full throttle, all out type of man. Basically he is an adrenaline junkie. He does not mind a little dirt, sweat or obviously… blood. My man lives for action. He likes to conquer and dominate when it comes to life. Fortunately for me this x-treme gene has not kicked into high gear yet with our two monkeys. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I get lucky and it will skip a generation. Yeah right… I am never that lucky.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe which little monkey will always feel the need to go, Go, GO!?
The fabulous action photos on here were taken by Robbie Johnson with Surf Carolina Magazine on what should have been just a typical day of surfing. Typical is not a word in my darlin’ surfers vocabulary.
Evidently, from what I have been told, the blood running down his head looked much worse than what is shown in the photo up above. Thankfully, the memory card with the close up photos on it, decided not to cooperate for Robbie.
You would assume that my love came straight home, checked his wounds to see if there was a need for stitches, a butterfly bandage perhaps or even to clean himself up right? Wrong. No way Jose! Not my man. He paddled right back out and continued have a blast, as is evident from his big grin in that bloody photo. Robbie even told some of the other guys, “You don’t want to paddle out there with good ole’ Mr. Shark Bait, he’s enticing all the predators with his blood in the water.”
Good one Robbie. I actually got a big TICKLE out of that π
Here is what I discovered when I returned home with the monkeys. These are photos of my darlin’ with “road rash” from the very unusual, flying face plant that he took into the shore break. Hence all of the blood. No need for stitches thank goodness.
I don’t know which one TICKLES me in my funny bone more, his unbridled joy over an adrenaline filled day or my clips holding his hair back. Not the best photos of my cutie but they are priceless to me.
You might be thinking that I may have freaked out when I came home to this lovely sight. Nah, I am used to his shenanigans by now. I didn’t blink an eye.
This actually takes me back to when we first started dating. I remember being awakened from a lovely rare nap one afternoon with, Tap… tap…tap ” Look at this. Isn’t it cool !”.
There, not two inches from my nose, was a vision of red streaming blood! He had propped his leg up as close as possible so that I could see the gash and blood running down his shin from a surfing mishap only moments earlier. Not to mention he was grinning from ear to ear like a loon, or better yet an over joyed five year old who had found a hidden stash of candy somewhere.Β I knew three things right then and there.
1.) Uh oh! This guy is an extremest and walks on the wild side. I am in deep trouble!
2.) This is a test. He is thinking to himself, “Is this chic going to flee screaming for the hills or stay, even at the sight of my blood and my overjoyed enthusiasm that I am bleeding all over the carpet?”
3.) It’s a good thing that blood usually doesn’t bother me because I have the Ga-Ga’s for this crazy man something bad, Lord help but I am not going anywhere. At least life will never be boring especially if he continues to wear nothing but board shorts and wetsuits.
How true that has been. Life with him has been anything but boring. I fell for an adrenaline junkie and he created a bona fide uncontrollable hedonist.
My darlin’ surfer. If he is not out trying to conquer the ocean, then he is on a mountain bike charging said mountain, or he is on a team of guys out maneuvering a platoon of 30 men while pelting them with neon colored balls of paint. He is my big kid. I can only hope that he will listen to my fervent pleas and save the base jumping for when the monkeys are in college.
Seriously, he really wants to do that! Say a silent prayer for me.
I love him to pieces. Sometimes literally…yeesh that man of mine.
I know that mine can’t be the only one out there full of shenanigans, what has yours been up to?
Tickled Red
March 9, 2010 at 11:37 am
Ahh, that looks like it hurts! Your husband does sound like quite the adventurer. My husband is also a surfer and has come home w/ various scrapes and bruises from jumping off rocks and other things. He is willing to try anything and tends to be good at most things. Do you surf? I went surfing with my husband in the winter and turned purple, literally. Now I just go watch or read a book if I go.
March 9, 2010 at 11:55 am
That he is for sure. I surf on occasion but never in cold water, you are braver than me. I might surf more if I would ever take the time to build up my upper body strength. Sure! I usually just hang out under a pop-up. I have to have shade being so pale and all. I am glad to meet another wife of a surfer, come chat anytime π
March 9, 2010 at 5:37 pm
That man loves to surf … no matter what!
What great surfing pictures! Wow!!! Will these pics appear in a magazine?
He is a daredevil! Base jumping? Whew! Good luck!
March 9, 2010 at 5:47 pm
Sometimes he has photos in local magazines or ads, but these probably won’t be. I know, he likes to push the limits π
March 9, 2010 at 6:44 pm
Yikes! I am totally with the “shark bait” guy! Oh, well! I have never surfed and am 100% certain I would not do well if I tried. π Were you meaning you saw my sister-in-law in one of my posts? Yes, she has lovely red hair!
March 10, 2010 at 9:53 am
Don’t let Mr. X-treme scare you, most surfers aren’t as crazy as mine. You never know you just might be great at it. It was a young girl that I saw on your site.
March 10, 2010 at 9:23 am
Oh my word that looks painful. It almost looks fake – I bet he wishes it was!
March 10, 2010 at 9:51 am
The first thought that came to my mind was marker when I first saw him. Then realized there was no way he would allow someone to draw on his face. Actually it hasn’t been to bad and looks much better now π
March 10, 2010 at 11:24 am
I am replying to your comment on my blog because I wanted to make sure you got it. π
That’s so fun he got you a machine! You should start learning! We can do it together.
March 11, 2010 at 11:47 am
We should π
March 12, 2010 at 2:38 pm
Wow, that’s totally awesome (and painful)!!!
March 12, 2010 at 3:37 pm
He’s my big goof π
March 16, 2010 at 9:38 pm
Nooooway I would have been back in the ocean w/ blood dripping…uuug uh!
I allready feel like a cheerio a bowl when I am in the ocean…It would serve me right for someone to gobble me up!
Glad he wasn’t hurt – I wouldn’t mind an hour in his shoes…uuuh feet while surfing though, looks so fun when you know how to do it.
Mine – he’s all about hockey and his shoulder pops out about once a season, he has someone put it back in and keeps going! MEN!
March 16, 2010 at 9:41 pm
A cheerio you are too funny SB. Really! Wow talk about a tough guy.