My brother is married, my mother said "What the Hell", and my son is 2

So my brother really got married. Tragic really. I don't know what is going to happen as a result of all that. My head is spinning. So I didn't get an invite to the wedding. Wouldn't have mattered anyway because I wouldn't have gone. Especially since I found out the colors were Yellow and Black (source not identified). I personally didn't want to look like a bee, especially since I'm allergic to them. My wife (who is feeling better) just asked me how much of my paycheck the government is going to pull out to support my brother now. I told her probably the same they have been this whole time.

So I rarely turn a game off, but I truly hate blowouts (even when my team is winning). But I called my mother after I couldn't' stand watching the BYU game anymore and I said "mom, what the heck?" and she said "No, I'm saying what the Hell!"

Tanner is officially two now. Turned on Monday (unfortunately I was out at an audit so I missed being here, but I did sing to him when I got home as I rocked him!). Most people say "watch out for the terrible two's". I'm not worried. I haven't named him the Tanner-ban for nothing! His older brother is Al-Tyler. When I call them both, I just yell "Come here terrorists!"

One last shot!

Let's see if this works now. 

Polygamy might not be so bad after all

So my wife has been back for less than 24 hours from the hospital and it's been quite crazy. She's had surgeries before where she's supposed to rest but really doesn't. She'll get up and do things and try to help out. But this time, she is knocked on her butt. She is hardly mobile and takes everything inside of her to get to the bathroom. Needless to say, I've done a lot extra. Now I don't mind helping her out and doing the things she might otherwise do. I do dishes and laundry to help out and have been known to grab a vacuum cleaner and run it around the house (usually chasing Tyler and Tanner).

So I got to think, now that Tyler & Tanner are sleeping and Ashleigh is at school, how easy it must have been for those back in the early days (David, Solomon, etc.) and also in more recent history to have 3 or 5 wives or something. This is not to get into the hormones and intercourse crap, but the straight functionality of a home. With Selina down, my life is upside down. Now, if I had a few wives, I wouldn't feel the brunt of this. The work could easily be shared among the other women who were still functional and life would be great (again, hormones aside). So, even though I'm strictly against polygamy (and especially against that sicko from Colorado City...isn't he dead now?), maybe the functionality of it may not be so bad! I guess in modern terms they call that a maid. Mom, where are you?

Case in point, while typing this up, I forgot about the water I was boiling to make jello!

Recovery

I don't know what the heck happened here, but I think I may have saved my blogging life.  I finally figured out how to be signed in as well as view my blog (which before I could not).  So, I think I might be able to continue this blogging thing for now. 

Wedding Bells...or Requiem Bells

Alright, so here is my first real post. I have a brother who is getting married in September. Now, normally this isn't that big of deal. Do the wedding thing, get some free cake, head home and remember the wonderful day I married Selina. When I was married, I had no real job. I had just returned from Iraq. I was just let go from an intern ship. I was trying my hand at a business (that later failed). My life was unstable to say the least. I was 26 years old and I was going to school for my undergraduate. I had a plan to graduate and do accounting work. Anything more detailed from that was...well in flux. But I had direction, and I had a desire. I wanted a better life for me and my soon to be wife. To quote Tevia "[We] were so in love, [we] didn't know how miserable [we were]!"

Then there is my brother, Sterling. He is 30-years old...29 I guess. He still lives in my mothers basement (and if you've seen his area you'd hardly call it living). He plays video games, makes movies, and is unemployed. He owes a lot of student loans without a semester to show for it. He's stopped paying credit cards and now has constant creditors calling and sending him nasty grams. He lost his job from Dominoes pizza and Fed-ex (loading trucks). NOW HE'S GETTING MARRIED. To top it off, he threw a fit when my mother told him he can't live in the basement with his wife. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM? So forgive me if I told him, after he told me that he has no plan, no goals, and no drive to do anything except try and become the next major movie maker, that I told him I wasn't going to the wedding because I don't want to support something that just should not happen. He has not spoken with me since (to quote Johnny Depp "Consider that a bonus!"). So, although I hold no animosity with him (truly, I don't), I think he's totally nuts. But to top it off, I wonder what the heck his fiancee is thinking. She's 20-ish, talented musician, going to school. I have to think she's smart...maybe? I know she plays video games with Sterling online (that one where you fight with groups and spend money upgrading things, only to realize that you have nothing in real life to show for it). She also likes being in the movies he makes. I don't know if she's really stupid or just desperate. I don't want to be paying taxes to support these two.

More importantly, I don't want them to bring any children into that life...more like an anti-life.

The Embassy Window

Ok, So I keep seeing Heidi's and Becky's blog and think, dag yo! I want to be cool too! So here I am blogging. You might be wondering why I've named this the Embassy Window. Well, when I was in Iraq, we had a place somewhere off away from the tent where we would burn little sticks of wood and sit around it like a camp fire. No, it wasn't where we burned the latrine remains! So we would sit there and we were free to talk about whatever we wanted without reprisal (mainly because leadership wasn't allowed to sit with us). This area was called the Embassy by one of the soldiers. This idea carried on with me that I would eventually want a room in the house where I could do whatever I want (within reason of course) and I'd call it the Embassy. So, why "the Embassy Window"? you ask. Well, the Embassy was taken by someone else so I figured this was the best I could come up with. So the idea of this blog is for me to be able to talk about anything I want without reprisal. Now, this doesn't mean that visitors can't comment on this board. What it means is, this blog is open to free and open discussion. Nothing is off the table... Can you handle it?