February 24, 1994 was the day my younger brother, Bryan, was born. That makes today his birthday! So, to one of the toughest kids I know (As a baby, he could be dropped on concrete and not cry--I would know, I dropped him... unintentionally!--, he's broken more bones than anyone in the family, and he's training to be an X-games champion on his bike.), HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you're richly blessed this next year.
That's it from Magnificent Man's Mega-Mansion. I have to go to bed...
Brent the Magnificent
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Drop Dead Awful
I have trouble finding things about which to write that won't offend anyone who could possibly read my blog. A lot of funny stuff happens to me, but I have to be selective as to what I can blog about that didn't involve a possible reader who'd be offended. This being stated, something happened today that was funny, and I think it's safe to share.
During our somewhat long history of being musicians for churches, parties, weddings, and funerals, we've seen a lot of things that have brought smiles to our faces and laughter to our hearts, but the call my sister received today, topped it all. It was a lady who is coordinating an event for which we are playing in November. Her husband has been sick for a while and his health had declined. She asked for us to play several songs at the funeral on Monday. When my sister was telling us about the call, we were sad to hear of the lady's loss. We asked my sister what time the funeral was, but she didn't know. She said that the lady's husband hadn't died yet. The lady was doing the rest of the planning for the funeral and would decide on the time later!
Forgive me if you don't think this is funny, but I can't believe someone would set a date for a funeral without there being a deceased in the casket. How morbid! Choosing the date for any living person's funeral, much less your spouse's is just wrong. We laughed at seeing the unimaginable organization of this kind lady, but if my wife ever does such a thing, I won't be laughing. It's a crazy world!
Of course, my siblings and I don't help it to be any less crazy. For instance, there's my little brother, Peter. He's proud of the vacancy in his mouth from the two teeth he has lost in the past month. We went to the dentist on Friday, and Pete got his teeth cleaned and sealed. When he lost his second tooth on Saturday, I kidded him that his tooth was probably sad that it didn't get to spend more time with its clean, nicely sealed neighbor teeth. On Sunday, after church, I mentioned to someone that he had lost another tooth, and asked Pete to open his mouth so they could see. When he did, the person and I were shocked to see only one tooth missing from his smile. It puzzled me. I knew he'd lost another tooth, and I thought it was one of the front ones, but I guessed I was wrong. All the sudden something fell from his mouth and hit the floor. Much to my embarrassment, and to the confusion of the poor person, it was his tooth. He hadn't wanted it to be sad while missing its neighbors, so he put it back in his mouth and went about business as normal. Mom, Dad, and I informed him that it isn't right to put your teeth back in your mouth when they fall out. I guess I'll reconsider that when I grow older. haha
Well, I thought that was funny. Not much else has happened that's interesting around here... Sorry it takes me so long to blog. I hope to find a source of motivation soon.
Brent the Magnificent :-)
During our somewhat long history of being musicians for churches, parties, weddings, and funerals, we've seen a lot of things that have brought smiles to our faces and laughter to our hearts, but the call my sister received today, topped it all. It was a lady who is coordinating an event for which we are playing in November. Her husband has been sick for a while and his health had declined. She asked for us to play several songs at the funeral on Monday. When my sister was telling us about the call, we were sad to hear of the lady's loss. We asked my sister what time the funeral was, but she didn't know. She said that the lady's husband hadn't died yet. The lady was doing the rest of the planning for the funeral and would decide on the time later!
Forgive me if you don't think this is funny, but I can't believe someone would set a date for a funeral without there being a deceased in the casket. How morbid! Choosing the date for any living person's funeral, much less your spouse's is just wrong. We laughed at seeing the unimaginable organization of this kind lady, but if my wife ever does such a thing, I won't be laughing. It's a crazy world!
Of course, my siblings and I don't help it to be any less crazy. For instance, there's my little brother, Peter. He's proud of the vacancy in his mouth from the two teeth he has lost in the past month. We went to the dentist on Friday, and Pete got his teeth cleaned and sealed. When he lost his second tooth on Saturday, I kidded him that his tooth was probably sad that it didn't get to spend more time with its clean, nicely sealed neighbor teeth. On Sunday, after church, I mentioned to someone that he had lost another tooth, and asked Pete to open his mouth so they could see. When he did, the person and I were shocked to see only one tooth missing from his smile. It puzzled me. I knew he'd lost another tooth, and I thought it was one of the front ones, but I guessed I was wrong. All the sudden something fell from his mouth and hit the floor. Much to my embarrassment, and to the confusion of the poor person, it was his tooth. He hadn't wanted it to be sad while missing its neighbors, so he put it back in his mouth and went about business as normal. Mom, Dad, and I informed him that it isn't right to put your teeth back in your mouth when they fall out. I guess I'll reconsider that when I grow older. haha
Well, I thought that was funny. Not much else has happened that's interesting around here... Sorry it takes me so long to blog. I hope to find a source of motivation soon.
Brent the Magnificent :-)
Friday, February 2, 2007
Happy Dogs, Bloody Shirts
So, if you read my sister's blog (http://for-the-sake-of-the-call.blogspot.com/), I'm sure you've heard that we have a couple new pets around the house. I'm referring to her beloved puppy, Moaner Lisa, and the puppy's mother, Maggie. Now, I'll tell you up front, I'm not one of those, "Let's go hug a pet!" people, but I don't flat out hate the things, either. So long as our lives don't interact in a negative way, we get along great. Let me tell you, this is rarely the case; today, was no exception...
There I was playing the piano, minding my own business, when all of the sudden I get hit by a huge whip-like feeling object. After imagining myself being the next Steve Irwin, I saw that it was only the tail of the huge, but still growing, mother Great Dane, Maggie. Then I got this terrible feeling. I remembered two things: 1.) I had put on one of my favorite shirts this morning. Consisting of a delicate balance of cotton and rayon, I have managed to keep its sateen material stain free, and otherwise flawless, longer than most of my other shirts. You can also pull it out of a pile of laundry on the floor, and it still looks relatively fresh, clean, and wrinkle free. 2.) Maggie has been a little too happy lately, which has been accompanied by self-inflicted, bodily harm. She has been wagging her tail so hard that it has hit a myriad of things in its way, and caused her tail to start bleeding. This isn't good at all, but we really don't know how to help her. Should we put her on some sort of tranquilizer? I'm clueless. All I know is our hallway looks like a set from a horror movie. Her bloody tail has left marks on the walls that look like someone was clawing for their life as we dragged them to our dark cellar to stay with our other unsuspecting victims. Ooh ha ha ha! I digress... Anyway, after hitting me with her tail, I realized that my favorite shirt was her latest victim. Isn't this great. Now we have clothes to match the crime scene with my DNA all in the collar! However, after lots of soap, water, and time, my shirt is now in therapy and well on its way to looking just like new. (By therapy, I mean the washing machine.)
So, there's my sob-story for the day. Feel free to donate towards "Brent's Drug the Great Dane" fund. I happily accept Paypal. :-)
That's it from my neck of the woods. I hope to have a peaceful weekend from here on out, if only those stupid captives in our cellar would shut up! Anyway, I hope you have a blessed one, too.
Brent the Magnificent
There I was playing the piano, minding my own business, when all of the sudden I get hit by a huge whip-like feeling object. After imagining myself being the next Steve Irwin, I saw that it was only the tail of the huge, but still growing, mother Great Dane, Maggie. Then I got this terrible feeling. I remembered two things: 1.) I had put on one of my favorite shirts this morning. Consisting of a delicate balance of cotton and rayon, I have managed to keep its sateen material stain free, and otherwise flawless, longer than most of my other shirts. You can also pull it out of a pile of laundry on the floor, and it still looks relatively fresh, clean, and wrinkle free. 2.) Maggie has been a little too happy lately, which has been accompanied by self-inflicted, bodily harm. She has been wagging her tail so hard that it has hit a myriad of things in its way, and caused her tail to start bleeding. This isn't good at all, but we really don't know how to help her. Should we put her on some sort of tranquilizer? I'm clueless. All I know is our hallway looks like a set from a horror movie. Her bloody tail has left marks on the walls that look like someone was clawing for their life as we dragged them to our dark cellar to stay with our other unsuspecting victims. Ooh ha ha ha! I digress... Anyway, after hitting me with her tail, I realized that my favorite shirt was her latest victim. Isn't this great. Now we have clothes to match the crime scene with my DNA all in the collar! However, after lots of soap, water, and time, my shirt is now in therapy and well on its way to looking just like new. (By therapy, I mean the washing machine.)
So, there's my sob-story for the day. Feel free to donate towards "Brent's Drug the Great Dane" fund. I happily accept Paypal. :-)
That's it from my neck of the woods. I hope to have a peaceful weekend from here on out, if only those stupid captives in our cellar would shut up! Anyway, I hope you have a blessed one, too.
Brent the Magnificent
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