So when I was in 7th grade, my parents were gracious enough to take a huge family trip out west to visit my Uncle Mike, Sheila and my cousins Drew and Sean .

I am still so gracious of them for taking us, because I had such an amazing experience. Even though in all of the photos I have no smiles in them.

I guess I dont remember or have time to post every little thing, so I will just post the major things that happened.

On the flight over there, my parents got a cheap "Milk run" that stopped over about 3 times. This was disasterous to my mom and mys stomach and we both ended up barfing together on the last leg.

I barfed out some ranch doritos, so it was absolutely disgusting as you can imagine.

The main reason why we got so sick was not the milk run, but the maneuvers that the airplane did. It pretty much did a complete inversion and turn around before landing.

I remember seeing some old lady next to me being disgusted.

We chilled for a while once we got there, but then . . . Read More..

For a couple of years, I always went out on Halloween with David. We always had fun doing it and since we were both in Cross Country, we decided to run from every house to the next. I always thought it was funny that David was the oldest person I knew and saw that still went out for the candy.

His costumes were always so simple, normally a black robe and a really awesome mask. Those masks were always so bloody sweet. So, we did this for a few years. I believe on the last year I went with David, he stole a bunch of candy from the Wilson's house because he knew Colin's brother. It was pretty funny.

Now I mostly go with my friends. My main group is Josh, Monger, and Doug if he isn't doing stuff. I remember about 2 years ago I went around with just Monger. We spent most of our time running from Christmas carolers or Monger was trying to anger them and getting hit for it. Weird way to spend a Halloween.

Yes you heard that right children.  Now if you are young enough to be on this website and you still believe in Santa, then too bad.  Just do a google search.  The internet is terrible at how it will give you the true answer about how there is no Santa.

But anyways, that will not stop me from posting the time that I learned there was no santa.

It was you Steve !  You somehow tainted me, just as I am tainting a believer reading this memory.  Now people can post memories about how I created a memory for them about how they learned that Santa isnt real.

This is pretty much the first memory I have of you.  Around the same time we used to go to 313 for games with Uncle Ted.

Post your recollection of the time you told Dan and I that there wasnt any santa.  And if people comment about how this memory shouldnt be up here, I will just make it explicit.  Glad to have you on the site posting memories Steve.

I love food. I'll eat pretty much anything except carrots, celery, peanut butter, and squid with tentacles still attached.

I don't remember living through this particular event, but I heard the story from my mom and dad. Apparently, when I was 2 years old, my dad took me to a seafood restaurant when my mom and Kate were still in the hospital after Kate was just born. My dad ordered his meal, and then ordered a side of clams for me. The waiter told him, "You know, we have a children's menu....would you like me to bring her some . . . Read More..

It was Dave's 25th birthday. We were at Susan's Apt in Ann Arbor. Dave had been drinking pretty steadily all night. Kate and I made Dave a particularly strong drink. We put every type of alcohol in the drink along with a splash of coke.



At some point we sung Happy Birtday and cut the cake. Due to crowd request, I cut loose on the second half of the song and sung "Happy Fucking Birthday Muther Fucker." It was pretty hillarious, Dave's parents were there and everything.



Later that night right before Dave puked over the balcony, I got him to sing "Zombie" by The Cranberries. I knew this was going to be pretty interesting, Dave couldn't even stand up, let alone sing. I was stone cold sober because I was driving Kate home. Both Dave and I mumbled our way through the song. I mumbled because I just mumble, Dave was mumbling because he was waisted. Dave spent most of the song laying on his back trying to sing into the microphone which was on the ground somewhere in the . . . Read More..