Presents! I Love Presents!

There are plenty of wedding traditions that one must abide by. Don't see the bride the day before the wedding, wear something old, the couple should give each other gifts, the writer of the blog should receive a gift in value of no less than $10,000 for his efforts, you get the idea.

Well Corrin, I am going to help you out here as you think about a wedding gift for B. Just to give you a sense of where I am coming from, Amanda got me a banjo as a gift. No joke, and it is a cool banjo. Now, if only I played the thing...
Moving on...Corrin, I am sure you have noticed that B is a man of simple pleasures (albeit they can be expensive). He likes his Honey Bunches of Oats

He enjoys Vanilla Ice's music so much that he dresses like him often.

His house was pretty bare, just some old Pepsi cans scattered about and some shot glasses made of ice in the freezer. So I have compiled a list of gift ideas that he may appreciate.

First, if you could find the old Kona Nut, I know he would love that car forever.

The world is yours here Corrin. B is pretty simple and tends not to complain about much. Just know that you have to top a banjo.

Running Out Of Topics *OR* Blogging Is Hard

Writer's block. I'm not referring to the album by Peter, Bjorn and John (which is a good album), but the idea that sometimes writers just run out of ideas. Tragic really. Here I am, a guy with a mind full of ideas trying to keep this meager little blog running. Simply trying to provide advice for B and Corrin as their wedding date inches closer. Let's be honest, this blogging thing can be difficult, especially when dealing with a finite topic such as a specific wedding. You just can't sit down at the keyboard each time and wait for inspiration to strike, sometimes you have to make inspiration just...hit you...in the face.

So I present to you, my muse, my inspiration...Pepsi!

I bet you thought I would say my son, or my wife. Nope, I prefer to keep my allegiance to a certain carbonated beverage. While my son is pretty awesome and a cute little guy, how can he hold up to the blue can?

You know what? Forget it, how can I resist that face? He's just so cute. Look, he barely has a wrist, it is just a line of baby fat. How can you compete Pepsi? Yup, I didn't think you could.

Ok, so we've established that my son is my inspiration. What has he done for me lately? Hmm, check back this week to find out.

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