Yarrr – It Be International Talk Like A Pirate Day

Ahoy!  Today be September the 19th in the year o' our Lord 1 Score Aught Nine and it be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, ya scurvy curs.

This treasure be from the curs at Bizarro.Com.

A co-worker (and saucy wench she be) asked me if'n it be appropriate to talk like a pirate in Temple (Rosh Hashanah).  "Yarr," I told her, "if she sees 'Long John Silverman' to tell him I said, 'oy-hoy'."

According to this SITE, some of us have very interesting pirate names:

Real Name	Pirate Name
Eric	Scowlin' Seamus Jones
Eric John	Cap'n Quincy Bloodbeard
Eric Collins	Pirate Bruno the Infected
Eric John Collins	Cap'n Stu Golddigger
Bob Anderson	Rough-Sailin' Hugo
Brett Anderson	Cap'n Mitch Jailbait
Margaret Anderson	Bad-Rum Carmen
Rob Anderson	Pirate Pablo the Back-Stabber
Troy Anderson	Noseless Norm Slaughter
Amy Collins	Fartin' Flora Read
Leanna Collins	Hobblin' Sophie Hornigold
Maxwell James Collins	Jelly Bones Bud
Richard Collins	Cap'n Conroy Saggingsails
Tim Collins	Cap'n Randal Chumbucket
Adam Parrott	Epileptic Burt Smythe
Doug Parrott	Lazy Eye Iggy
Hayley Parrott	Jolly Brit Scabb
Karin Parrott	Pirate Lindsey the Black
Chris Kermode	Epileptic Bill Barbossa
Greg Kermode	"Sharkbait" Doug Grimm
Herald Kermode	Rancid Billy Dread
Mary Kermode	Androgynous Caroline Cutler
Mike Kermode	Rough-Sailin' Hugo (same as Bob's)
Pat Kermode	Shoutin' Audra Smythe

Now if that thar don't shiver ye timbers and put some pep in ye hornpipe, arrr nuttin' shall.  I be surprised that it only created two names in thar list that be the same.  But we be havin' duplicate names in the family anyhow.

Today, I be helpin' some shipmates move in together. We'll be haulin' a lot o' booty in me ship's boot.

Gregory Lee's Wedding – Part 3

Well, we all saw THAT ONE picture that I took at the reception, so I would say that topic was, ummm, well covered. (Except it wasn't.)

The food was good, the music, especially before things really kicked off was pretty good too.  Young Michael sure got out there and shook his little money maker for all it was worth.

Unfortunately, my camera seemed to really be battling with the low light levels of the hall. Looking through my pictures of the reception, other than this picture of Dani & Greg, this one of Michael and his friend, and of course the one of the "Bone Sucking Sauce" that Mike the Elder gave Tiffany, most of my pictures not of the bride and groom turned out very dark and grainy.

Gregory Lee and Tiffany were putting off just enough glow to make the pictures turn out.

Otherwise, I think I did get a pretty nice series of shots over at the cake cutting:

I think everyone had a good time.  But finally, the night wound down, and everyone dispersed.

Most of us met back over at Pat & Harold's the next morning for some breakfast, but in ones and twos, everybody started drifting off again for church, ball games, or their long drives back into Illinois.

I was the last one to leave.  My drive home was uneventful, except for the fact that I saw 6 cops with people pulled over between Princeton and Vincennes.  That doesn't count the one who U-Turned on the north end of Vincennes and followed my about 2 or 3 cars back until Oaktown.

All told, a good wedding, and I wish the young couple all my best.  And I am DYING to know how much change was in that jar I gave them.

Gregory Lee's Wedding – Part 2

I must say, I love sleeping in that basement room at Mike's.  Nice and dark and quiet.  And I got a good night's sleep.

The morning started off at a nice, slow pace.  Mike had just been informed that he was going to be releasing some pigeons at the wedding, so that started a scramble to find a cage.  He found a white one with a pink bottom out in the barn.  Good, hot pink was one of the wedding colors, but Mary sent him into town to see if he could find another, fancier cage, while she took the girls to Mt. Carmel to get their hair done.

After dropping Michael off at basketball, Mike and I hit CVS (some idiot forgot his meds in Chicago), and picked up some wrapping paper, gift bags, and cards for the wedding.  We also hit about 4 or 5 stores in town looking for bird cages.  We found a couple of "maybes" at a used furniture store, but nothing really "Victorian" like Mary was looking for.

The day ticked on, and it was time to get showers and dressed, and out the door.  We needed to get down to Newburg, because Michael needed to get down there for his usher duties for the 5:00 wedding.  But, we did stop at 3 more places looking for bird cages.  Nothing under $100.  So nothing.

When we got to the wedding, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids in their light green dresses were getting their pictures taken along banks of the Ohio River.  They then hopped into a stretch SUV and took off.

After a some more photos (I have no idea what's going on with my hair), it was time to get the birds in place and get this show on the road.

So, Gregory stood there, waiting, anticipating, sweltering…

    First came Chris and Michael…

Then Dani, the mother of the bride, and rest of the bridesmaids (What I thought they were in green?  Turns out that was another wedding party that was just there for pictures!  :-)  )

Finally, the star of the show.  Tiffany and her father enter.
 

They are so desperate to hear those fateful words…

"You may kiss the bride!"

Then a few more pictures with the bridesmaids… 

And with Gregory's parents…

And we are off to the reception…

[To be continued…]

Wedding SNAP(per) Shot – Not Safe For Work

Drive to southern Indiana for your cousin's son's wedding – 300 miles.

Buying the knife set off the bridal registry - $45

Getting the prized snap(per) shot at the reception – Priceless.

Totally unnecessary zoom shot.

Gregory Lee's Wedding – Part 1

Well, we got there…

Back in 4H, I learned that "Well, we got there" was the proper way to start just about any speech.  That was about the only thing I learned besides "When showing your steer in front of the grandstands at the county fair and lightning and thunder crack nearby, let go of the damn halter rope."  Good thing that lesson wasn't learned the hard way.

Friday, I left for Indiana after work.  I had spent some time working with Google maps and worked out a great route that it told me was only going to take me 5:41 minutes.  I promptly left those directions on my desk.  But other than farting around in the far south suburbs trying to get over to US-41 while not sitting in traffic forever, the drive went smoothly.  There was road construction at Dad's favorite spot in Vincennes where you are supposed to get on the bypass, so I wonder how that went for him.

Landed at Mike's about 10:45, not bad time, really, considering I didn't get my car out of the parking garage until 5:22.  There seemed to be about 5 cars in his driveway, but initially, no signs of life except for "Tinkerbell" barker her fool (and massive) head off at me.