I Touched Greatness *OR* B Sat Next To Me

As we are all aware, Thursday was St. Patrick's Day, when we celebrate some guy named Patrick by coating everything in green. I don't know (or really care) what you did for St. Patrick's Day, but I went to visit some friends. And who was there, you might ask? Well, I was graced by the presence of this blogs' namesake; Brent Lee. The man, the myth, the legend sat next to me as we tried to remain dignified in our friend's home while consuming corned beef and cabbage.

You would think this run-in with greatness would inspire some prolific blog writing. That it might stir the muse inside me. That with a little less than a year until the wedding, I would come up with some amazing blog post about Mr. Lee. Well, you would be wrong.

I did note a few things though, while in his presence.

• He is still not too keen on the name Carl for one of his triplets. In fact, he is not real sold on triplets in the first place.
• He will make faces at babies, but seems a bit uncomfortable holding one.
• He was wearing Timberland boots, which did cause me to recite a Beastie Boys song.
• He thinks we are going to be spending crazy money on his bachelor party. Joke is on him, we are going to need him to sponsor his own shindig.
• I don't want to give away too much, but there may be some gray hair growing around his temples. I can neither confirm nor deny this accusation.

So I've given you four blog entries this week (I think). I am tapped out. Don't expect anything too good next week, I'm lazy.

Yikes! Only A Year Left! *OR* Stop The Blog, I Want To Get Off

First off, Happy St. Patrick's Day. When we all celebrate our ability to look good in green, eat corned beef and cabbage, and somehow go back to our Irish roots.

Of course to do so, we must do the most stereotypical Irish accent we can think of and "pretend" to be drunk all day. And eat potatoes. And wear big sweaters. Gee, great day Irish, let's try a little harder. At least with Cinco De Mayo we get to light off fireworks. All we get with St. Patrick's Day is a river dyed green. Nice effort Chicago.

 It being St. Patrick's Day of 2011, the official countdown has begun (note new countdown thing on the right). We're only a year away from the wedding of the "holiday." B and Corrin have 366 days (2012 is a leap year) to get their act together and throw us one heck of a party. I don't go out to Paso Robles for anything.

Of course, what really matters is that I only have one more year to keep this pathetic little blog afloat. I figure if I aim for about 2 posts per week, I still have way too many posts to think of. Sigh. How does this affect you? Well, if you come here for entertainment, you may start to be horribly disappointed (this is where you act like you aren't already). Gads, we're going to have to think of more destinations and themes. Maybe we'll try to dress B up in funny costumes for the wedding. There is still some planning for bachelor parties to complete.

But as I was listening to a few songs, I thought maybe I should come up with a real gift. I know what you are thinking:
"What, another gift? Hey, they should be giving you a gift for all the blogging that you do."

No argument here.
But for some family, I have performed a song or two at either a wedding, a shower, or a reception. Typically, one is sappy and cute. And then the other is somewhat amusing. Oh, and I am by no means a talented musician.

I'm playing the mandolin, in case you care. The bigger guys are my brothers-in-law

I came across a Johnny Cash song that might fit the bill for one of them. Comment here if you think you know the song. Or if you have other ideas.

Here's to 366 more days!

Sure, Why Not? *OR* Writing Vows

All the cool kids write their own vows. I'll just put that out there and see if it sticks. Needless to say, but I did not write my own vows. Granted, my church does do things a bit differently, but I don't think that changes things.

As a public service to B, I am going to help him out here and write part of his vows.  So B, pay attention, just copy and paste and you will be golden.

"Corrin, I met you X amount of months ago [insert the number instead of X] and my life changed. Some might say for the better [wait for laughter]. I am a pretty quiet guy and my driving skills may be questionable, but I knew at that time, that I wanted to continue to date you. My friends pushed me along, and to be honest, I was tired of hearing their garbage. Of course, once they found out I had found someone, they gave me endless crap, as they tend to do. [Turn to groomsdudes] Hey you guys, pay attention, I'm talking about you here. Quite giving me crap [wait for unified response of "no"]. [Turn back to Corrin] Corrin, you have done wonders for me. I actually get out of my house and enjoy the company of others. I have known for a long time that you would be my wife and that we start a beautiful life together [wait for collective "ahhh" from bridesmaids]. I am happy that day has finally arrived and that it happens to coincide with St. Patrick's Day. I look pretty dapper in green [snap suspenders].You've expanded my world, I now stay in one more hotel in Vegas than I normally would. So, to the rest of our life and our three triplets en route [turn to crowd] NO! That is not an announcement, just a future goal [turn back to Corrin]. Yes, the triplets, and especially little Carl. I love you and am excited to spend the rest of my life with you as husband and wife. [do Irish jig]."