Brent here. Lisa has asked why I haven’t blogged yet. To blog or not to blog, that is the question: whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous comments or to chance fun with a sea of words and by amusing anecdotes end them?
I’ll begin by saying a little about who I am, especially since this is a dual blog. First, I’m God’s perfect gift to Lisa. We say that to each other, almost daily. We remind the other saying, “Have a nice day hon, and remember, you are God’s perfect gift to me”. I like it because it reminds us that we’re not each other’s enemy. We’re allies, friends, and lovers. We’re in this together.
I have fun following politics and I’m one of those tea-bagging conservatives who tried to warn moderates in ‘08 that you were about to be duped by a radical progressive politician, and the leftist propaganda of the MSM. The warning signs were there folks. And you’re starting to figure it out.
Of course, hard lefties would say I’m one of those people that “clings to his guns and religion”, driven by fear and ignorance and a political sophist. Who cares. I read and believe Milton Friedman and talk about guys like George Gilder. I try to help fellow conservative, evangelicals understand that they don’t need to embrace Ayn Rand’s atheist philosophies to defend the morality of capitalism. So in the lefty worldview I’d be labeled a menace and extremist, and that just makes me laugh.
So back to the subject at hand, blogging. My friend Sank at Old And In The Way has been a great encouragement to both of us on the blogging art. Sank is one of the funniest guys we know. I about dribbled cafe mocha on myself the other day because his post was so funny. So you’re warned to put your coffee down before you read him. As we enter into this blogging thing, I thought about what Lisa and I bring that’s different than the millions of others out here blogging. I think what’s different about us is we married later in life, which I hear is a growing trend, meaning folks are waiting into their thirties before they tie the knot. Well, we waited until our mid forties. So I like to think we were 15 years ahead and truly on the cutting edge of this one. And that is maybe that’s what makes for a unique point of view for our blog.
What’s it like to wait until you’re in your mid to late forties before getting married? The first thing that comes to mind is what it’s been like to bring two full houses of stuff together and shoehorn it into 1,350 square feet. My first advice to those who are waiting until later to get married: keep your stuff to a minimum. I mean to a BARE minimum.
For example, Lisa and I both have about 30 years of photographs that took up a half a bedroom. Seriously. We’re too old to have benefited from digital photographs. Each of us has spent hours going through boxes and albums FULL of old photos and trying to decide which ones we’re going to keep so we can spend countless more hours scanning them and saving them in iPhoto. Really. It’s going to be a 5 year project to get through the ones that didn’t end up in the dumpster.
If you’ve got 6 boxes of photos somewhere, dump them now. Trust me.
Also, do you have an attic full of boxes of crap that your parents foisted on you when moved out of their house 20 years ago and you haven’t done anything with them? Dump em. I’m not kidding. If you haven’t looked at it since you left for college, you’re never going to need it.
The best thing we did this Spring was to go through 5 boxes of stuff at a time every weekend from January 1st to the middle of May. We put garage sale prices on everything as we went. Then just before Memorial Day, we got in on the Burnsville City wide garage sale and shared our crap with everyone else and we made $500 bucks. It was truly a freeing experience. And it helped pay for the $800 for 6 months storage unit we were renting. Lesson learned.
So, I’m taking a dive into the blogosphere with my perfect gift at my side. And we’re going to entertain you with stories of what it’s like to be each others perfect gift and what it’s like to sort through a collected 90+ years of crap and create a whole new life.
p.s. I got to keep my antelope head, but he’s in the garage…and I’m good with that.