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I decided tonight that if I was a golfer right now I would change my name. It is not that I don't like my name. In fact, I love it. I just was thinking that if I was a golfer having the name "Mick Ilson" it would be very advantageous. People would be like, "When is Mickelson teeing off?" And people would answer, "OH, Mick Ilson? He's teeing off at 9" Then people would show up to see me tee off and be like, "Oh, haha. Funny. I wanted to see Mickelson. Oh well, I guess I will just watch this Mick Ilson guy play."

Deep inside I would know that all my fans really wanted to see Mickelson play golf but I think it wouldn't matter to me. It would always make me chuckle at every hole and it would remind me that golf is supposed to be fun. And hey, who doesn't like a good prank that involves tricking other people, right?

haha Mick Ilson... it's funny because it sounds like Mickelson...

The Perfect Storm

Something I feel that happens too often is when you get one of those little 2 packs of Starbursts and there is a yellow and an orange together. It's like the "perfect storm" that no one likes to see. Perhaps I just notice it more because I am so disappointed when it happens. I usually like to try and guess which colors you'll find inside those little packages. I always hope for what I like to call "the jackpot." That is when you get a pink and a red. Those are delicious.

The Vid

Here is a link to the video mentioned in the previous post.

Ben and Susannah's engagement video.

I have to warn you that you will probably cry... I mean obviously I didn't cry...I am a man...I have hobbies...I work out...I don't cry. However, I know of a few others who have cried.

Just a warning.

Buried Treasure

The other day i get a call from Josh. He called to tell me that our good friend Benjamin is engaged. This is the story of how he asked her to marry him.

Ben went out and hid the ring. (Certainly in some romantic place.) Then he marked the exact longitude and latitude on his hand-held GPS. Then he made some of his friends who were really technologically gifted set up a camera a long distance away so he could record the whole event. In order to hear what was said they ran a microphone through the leaves and dirt all the way to the place where the ring was hidden along with a dozen roses inside an old army ammo box. Then he gave her the coordinates and she had to find the whole setup using the GPS. This is called geocaching and it is becoming more and more popular. I wonder if anyone has ever geocached to ask someone to marry them before.

So to anyone who is going to be invited to the wedding ceremony the coordinates are:

									33° 57′ 34.7″ N, 80° 53′ 38.33″ W 33.959638, -80.893981

The reception will be held that evening at:

33° 59′ 27.8″ N, 81° 4′ 23.4″ W
33.991056, -81.073167

I hope you all have GPS. :)

Congrats Benjamin! I love you Buddy! Did you put the video up on Youtube yet?

Golf Cart Chaos

Today I was driving the golf carts at work and explaining to my two co-workers/buddies why I was the best cart driver since I was the only one who had not crashed a cart. Mid thought a couple of stairs came out of nowhere and i accidentally drove down them... I don't think Josh and Dane will ever let me live it down. Pride before the fall.

Jesus Wants Me for a Sun-BEAN!

As a child I always thought that people were called "human beans" I guess it is a tribute to the severe obesity problems in America that humans sometimes really are bean shaped like beans...unless of course you are talking about greenbeans...but even then... some humans that are super skinny are that shape.

This association of humans to beans was further solidified by the song that is sung by the children at church called "Jesus wants me for a sunBEAN." That song is the best. Lots of jumping up and yelling involved. I think one time as I helped with the family garden I wondered if any of the greenbeans we planted were called "sunbeans"and why Jesus would want me to not be human...instead he wanted me to be marginal vegetable...I mean an artichoke or asperagus or something really delicious I could have understood...but a green bean?

I think it was much later in life before I discovered that human beings are not beans and Jesus doesn't want me for a sunbean, but he really does want me for a sunbeam.

Poker Face

It is no Joke that I would be the worst poker player ever. The other night some friends and I were playing rummy and we joked about how poorly I hide it when I have a good hand. It doesn't matter how hard I try to conceal things I really am incapable. Surprises take so much effort because I have to prep myself in the mirror. I go through every situation or question that the person being surprised might put me in or ask. My roommates almost always know if I have kissed my date when I come home just by looking at my face. Even 3 or 4 hours later.

In light of this personal deficiency I think that becoming a bank manager would be a poor choice of careers. Can you imagine the conversation between a bank robber and me.

Me - "I don't even know the code to the vault..."

Bank Robber - "Dude, your the worst liar ever! I can see it in your face! Now open the vault!"

...Yeah...grifter would be a poor choice too...although I really like the word, grifter, and really wish it applied to a person who can't hide his emotions rather than someone who scams people.