The Trinity

Author's note: This post is not about the Godhead

My brother got married to my sister-in-law yesterday, how weird is that?
The wedding was perfect, the setting was perfect, the music was perfect, the food was perfect, the dancing was perfect, she was perfect, and he was okay.

So, I'm not going to blog about the wedding, because there unfortunately was nothing to chastize about it.

I will spend a few sentences talking about Andy's dancing, though.
Andy has really come out of his shell during the last four years or so. Unfortunately for him, that means that instead of everyone assuming he might be able to dance while they watch him standing off to the side, they now know that he has as much rhythm and coordination as a newborn giraffe with cerebral palsy.
Conversely, Emily has quite a bit of coordination and rhythm, so Andy's inability is magnified directly by her ability.
There is a dance he is pretty good at, I call it the "Trinity."
Trinity Academy is a Christian private college-prep high school, with most of its students being awkward white kids. You can imagine what our dances were like (this time, imagine three hundred newborn giraffes all trying to move together).
The Trinity begins wherever you want it to, and ends in a similar fashion. During the move, you...well...move. However you want to, wherever you want to, and whatever you want to. The only specifications for the dance move is that it never looks the same twice and you should never be on beat.

Andy has mastered the Trinity

New Gadgets

Hey guys,
I put some new stuff at the bottom of my blog.

One is fun, the other is funny--win win.
The airplane game is german I think, but the goal is to land the plane just as you are running out of gas. There is a little number in the bottom left hand corner that tells you how much you have left. I figured out the perfect flight path to get you there right as you land, but you guys play it first and see if you can do it. The highest "Note" I have gotten so far is a five.

Women Blogging

No offense, but women are irrational, and men are not. Also women are immature, and men are not.

No, we are not immature
Hey, I said we aren't immature...
Men are NOT IMMATURE!!
Guaaah! *
You're immature, you are!! You're just a stupid GIRL!



As I was saying, there has been a recent influx of women bloggers as of late (I am of course speaking of the two that I know of) and I'm not sure what I think about it.

Actually, one of them is my fiancee, so I'm not even sure what I'm ALLOWED to think about it. I'll go ask her...hang on...


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...Okay, it turns out that women blogging is actually not only acceptable but really cool and possibly even more entertaining than men blogging.

Now that we have that settled, let's talk about some estrogen-filled woman being vice presid--oh hang on... "what molly?"

Okay, men. It seems that that's good also...



*I'm not sure how this particular interjection is pronounced; probably something like "Guahhh!" with the main inflection coming from the back of the throat


CHECK OUT MOLLY'S BLOG EVERYONE! http://mrsbrickley.blogspot.com/

Funny stuff I found

Here are some funny answering machine message recordings I found. If you are offended by any of them, remember that I am not the one who suggested them to you.
Ted, George's recording is the one I figured we would be most likely to try.

If you want to skip right to the best part, read the Psychiatric Hotline answering machine
And since I went to Dusty Meadows today, I now know how to help you get to the site with all the stuff I have been talking about.
You just click

HERE!!!!!!!!!


omygosh I think it worked...

Stephen, not Steeivin

I'll say one thing for him, He's got a way with the lady.

Lady Luck, that is
Stephen emailed me this yesterday:

Dear Tyler,

Everyone has been saying that I am the unluckiest person in the world lately.

However, when I googled 'world's unluckiest people' to verify that fact, my monitor fried and sparks shot out everywhere, which wouldn't have been a big deal if it weren't for the gas pump at quicktrip malfunctioning earlier that day, leaving me covered in gasoline. Naturally, my shirt burst into flames and since as you know I wear shirts that are way too tight I couldn't get it off so I decided to jump in the shower, which was hilarious because it turns out I hadn't paid my water bill for a few months--After I had a good chuckle about that unfortunate irony, I ran outside to roll in the dirt by the highway. That I think definitely proved that I do have some luck, because when the tanker semi carrying a load of water swerved off the highway to avoid hitting me, it spilled just enough water on me to put out my shirt before it, in turn, crashed into the ditch in a twisted heap of metal and flames.

Me, the world's unluckiest person?
Absolutely not...


Just ask the truck driver.

Kisses,
Stephen,
NOT STEV#&*$EN!!

Engagement

Which stage of life is better: Singleness, engagement, or marriage?*
I am not sure whether or not marriage is better than singleness (since I'm neither married nor single), but I do know that engagement is rough.
Engagement; to be committed out of singleness and into marriage, but to enjoy the benefits of neither.

You think all I'm talking about is sex

Wrong.

"Marriage is about way more than just sex,"
- Forrest Hett, married 07
To me the "benefits of marriage" encompass a wide variety of things...glorious, sweet things that are so wonderful I can't even imagine them.
As soon as some come to mind that trump the afore-mentioned benefit, I'll let you know.



*Answer: Whichever involves a Chocolate malt.