My friend Dania convinced me and her boyfriend and her sister to go see Michael Flattleys Lord of the Dance. I love the riverdance song and I really wanted to hear it live or whatever and the tickets were cheap so I decided to go. I wasnt impressed at all with the show. Mostly Dave (her boyfriend and I) made fun of it and tried to see just how bad the flutists were panamiming.

The funny part of the night was when everyone was trying to exit the parking lot. Not having anything to drink (I am just a weirdo like this). I ran up in front of numerous cars and stopped them dead in their tracks doing the type of Irish Jigging that was going on in the dance show. All of my friends couldnt believe their eyes at how freaking funny this was. The people in the cars rooted me on. I mean I wouldnt have done this had the parking lot not been jam packed. I love being random and doing weird things.

Before we left for a standard Taylor family party (including Mike,Patsy,
Sheila and Barb who havent signed up for memorycrawler yet), my mom reminded me that we should give Mike his old 1968 jacket back. This jacket was given to us probably because he moved a lot over the years. The thing is fantastic. It is super skinny, brown leather and even has a spot to hide your marijuana (remember its a hippie jacket). Since we were giving it back I decided to go all out and dress up like a total desuche bag hippie.

Just look at the photos. The funny thing about that day was the fact that newsie682 randomly wore a cowgirl type outfit.

I think I resemble Scott Wylat from Stone temple Pilots in these photos. It was pretty funny. I totally had an alter ego when I was dressed up like that.

One time we were up north where my dad had his farm. He had an outdoor crapper. A rooster wouldn’t let my wife Verda out of the door.

Speaking of Halloween, When Kevin was still in diapers, we went over to his Grandma Dot's house and she gave him and Noel her Trick or Treat bags, with a full pack of doublemint gum in it. Kevin proceeded to chew and swallow the whole pack. The next day when I changed his diaper, it smelled like doublemint gum. Double your pleasure, double your fun, with doublemint, doublemint, doublemint gum!

I used to go to this Christian Coffee House every Saturday night.  It was called "Coffee House".  It started out as a laid back format, where . . . Read More..