My high school band teacher Mr. Spry turned 50 when I was a senior.  Well maybe it was 60 because he retired that year. 

Anyway it was a nice round number, so Mr. Braue got all of the band together in the parking lot of Meijers and we all marched down some random streets to get to Mr. Spry's home.

He didnt have a clue there was going to be a surprise, but his wife got a bunch of food and beverages for everyone to drink after our band came rolling down the streets playing happy birthday.  The whole neighborhood was partying with us and we shocked a lot of people.

It was such a fun and unique experience to do such a thing.  When you think about it.  That type of experience is once and a lifetime!  So cool and soo much fun.  I miss marching band!

Before Kirt and I got married, everyone where I worked brought thier presents to work instead of to the wedding. One day I received a toaster oven, one day I received some steak knives and one day I received a fondue pot. Well on that particular day, we had a huge snow storm. I had to leave work early. It took me almost two hours just to get through the intersection at Long Lake Road and Woodward Avenue. I was almost back to our apartment in Waterford and had to pee so bad. The roads were horrible and I thought if I tried to stop somewhere I would get stuck in the snow. I contemplated wadding up my coat between my legs and peeing on it. (it was a lovely lime green velveteen double breasted coat I might add) and didn't like that idea. So, eureka, I thought, the fondue pot. You must imagine the traffic is going amout one mile an hour. I reached around and got my new wedding present and opened it, put it under my lap, and proceeded to have the most . . . Read More..

As any woman who has ever had a baby knows, things can get a little crazy. Especially when you have two in diapers. Well, back when Noel was 1 1/2 and Kev was about 6 months old, I used to feel a little crazy sometimes. I even had some anxiety attacks etc. Every Thursday, I used to go bowling on a "ladies" league. The kids got to go in a nursery while I bowled. Also on Thursday, it was "taco day" at this dive bar on Dixie Highway. I would meet Kirt there occassionally before bowling with the kids and we would have tacos. This one particular Thursday, we got there, got served our tacos, and when I went to eat mine, it already had a bite in it. Kirt didn;t believe me and told me I was having a crazy day. I guess I believed him so I began to eat the taco. Just then the bartender yelled out, "Hey! Where's my taco?". Just goes to show don't always believe someone when they tell you your'e crazy. So now when we are having a particular crazy day, Kirt and I will ask , "Where's my taco?"

At my cousin Robin's wedding, my family was having a fun drinking party in my Aunt Barb's suite killing time the night before her wedding.

I was talking to Ben and Steve at dinner explaining a fun game to them that I had played in college with my cross country game.

For those who havent played it, its called "Fuzzy Bunny".  The object of the game is to stuff as much food as you can into your mouth.  Something like crackers or cookies will work fine.

On this particular night, uncle Paul had his video camera, so you guys can enjoy the funny videos of me getting my butt whipped by my cousin Steve who has THE ABSOLUTE LARGEST MOUTH ON THE PLANET.

Enjoy.

I must first start off by saying I'm sorry for not posting my many memories on the hottest site on the web. It's been extremely busy at work lately, which is good. Also, this is the only time I've been able to use the web(at work). Now Kristen and I finally(after 6 months) have internet capabilitys. Now one of these days I might pass Lel as the ultimate crawler. But this is not a blog so here we go.

During my four year run in high school my parents sent me to basketball camp every summer. It wasn't just any camp, this was the best in the nation. The players I went head to head with everyday are now in the N.B.A.
I must say I did hold my own for a little white boy from the C-Town. The camp took place at Robert Morris College in Pittsburg and brought out the best in teachers and players.

Syracuse was always my favorite school. It was a dream of mine to one day play for jim Bohiem and the Orangemen in upstate New York. On this particular day I was preparing for a game at camp. I . . . Read More..