“Planning a wedding is a not as big of a deal as people make it out to be.”
– Dustin Brady, May 2009

Before I got engaged, I was happy to provide this quote over and over when the subject of weddings came up because I was young and dumb. In a few short months, I would learn learn that planning a wedding is a much bigger deal than one would think if one had not been planning said wedding since age 5. If you’re thinking about getting married, here are a few of the things that become very big deals, very quickly. Continue reading →

Nobody likes Bicycle Guy.

Bicycle Guy owns a yoga studio full of tights. His bike weighs less than your shoes. For some reason, he needs cleats to pedal. His seat (which he insists on calling a “saddle”) is half a cheek wide and costs three times more than your office chair. He chooses to ignore perfectly good bike paths so he can clog up traffic in the street.

He is the most obnoxious person in the world.

Last Saturday, I found myself surrounded by Bicycle Guy. That’s because I decided to participate in the Cleveland Clinic’s “VeloSano,” a bike race created to raise money for cancer research.

I did not blend in. Continue reading →

I do not recommend canoeing as a first date if you hope to reach date number two.

My wife and I canoed on our first date, and it was very nearly the last time we did anything at all. I thought it went great. Deserae did not. Here’s how it went:

HOUR 1

Dustin’s version:

It took a couple minutes for us to get on the same page.

Deserae’s version:

Dustin could not stop running into rocks. He just kept zig-zagging back and forth into Every. Single. Rock. Continue reading →

The regular marriage vows cover a lot of ground. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. For richer or for poorer.  

For my wedding, I was adamant that we stick with the original. None of this “I promise to forever be your Rock of Gibraltar.” You can feel OK sailing away from the Rock of Gibraltar if it starts acting crazy. “Til death do us part” leaves much less wiggle room.

This is all very important, because I walk in my sleep. Continue reading →

As a homeowner, I pay thousands of dollars in taxes to my city throughout the year for things like police, fire, schools and garbage removal. Every couple of years, the city asks for a little more money. “We’re running out of money!” they say. “If you don’t give us more money, we’ll have to fire most of the police officers, then all the criminals will know about the city that has no police officers, and they will rob your house over and over again.

So I give them more money, and they say, “Thanks, we won’t fire the police officers now!” And then they spend it all on fireworks. Continue reading →

Deserae and I are amazing at getting free to almost-free things. If you’d like, we can give you the rarely requested “free” tour of our house, where we point out all of the free things we own – this couch, those TVs, that soundbar, etc. During the tour, we are at our most insufferable.

We are especially good at going on vacations for free. Thanks mostly to credit card sign-up bonuses, we’ve booked trips to Bermuda, the Bahamas, Hawaii (multiple times) and Australia for basically free.

So when we got a poorly written, poorly designed invitation in the mail to a time share presentation that promised a free 3-day/2-night vacation with flights for two just for attending, we could not have been more excited. Continue reading →

 As a kid, I really liked baseball. I also really liked the idea of getting rich quick.

That’s why I own thousands of baseball cards.

For kids who liked baseball in the 90s, baseball cards were basically penny stocks packaged with terrible bubble gum. We told ourselves that we collected cards because we loved the sport, but really, we were all dreaming of trading in that Ken Griffey Jr. rookie card for $50 and retiring.

Because without the promise of fast cash, baseball cards are pretty lame. Can you imagine trying to get a kid excited about baseball cards today? Continue reading →

I am skinnier than the average guy. According to a quick Google search, I am also skinnier than the below average guy and the underweight guy.

You know those growth percentiles parents can’t stop sharing sharing? (Amelia Rose is in the 75^th percentile for her weight, 64^th percentile for height, 98^th percentile for head size, etc.) Those were the most important stats of my teen years. The doctor would bring my mom in after a physical and give her a grave look.

“Dustin is doing well, but…”

Here it comes.

“He is in the 5 percentile in weight for his age.”

Sigh of relief and silent celebration. I had been in the 4 percentile the previous year.

Although living below the 7 percentile has had its benefits from time to time (hide-and-go-seek, reaching change between car seats, etc.), it’s not something I’ve always been happy about. Especially in high school. Continue reading →