SMASHIN' PEWS

remember when jordan decided to use the rear pew at ECC to break his pull-up record ? It fell backwards but luckily his upper lip was there to break its fall. dr glen dayo stitched him up as if he was a pig's gall bladder entry-point.

remember when susie attempted to shatter jordan's pull-up record by using that heavy table in the basement of the AICF church? well, surprise, surprise. it, too, fell. fortunately, susie had learned from her big brover to utilize her body to break the fall of that which was being pulled down, smashing her finger into smitherings. (what is a "smithering?") i'm sure everyone panicked and somebody probably even paged jay wiggins, whom was probably standing 33 feet away.

remember when i dropped firewood onto my finger and broke it?

remember when joel, glory, and bethany all broke their wrists?

remember when ben, jordan, charity, and i all blew out our right ACLs?

remember when julie needed her scalding hot chicken noodle soup so badly that she tried to ingest it through her chest and shoulder?

BIG, BLUE, SINGING, SONGBOOK!!

his name was psalty. he was a book. he was a male book. he was blue. and he led human children choirs.
THAT's not confusing.

let's talk about Antsilvania. a story about a disobedient, adolescent, talking ant.

or the music machine. wah-wah, chicka-chicka, bonk-bonk.

NOW YOU CAN BE ME

here's the skinny: i've been rather busy lately and so cannot keep posting new blogs as fast as you'd like. Now i will give you the power to post blogs of memories on this page whenever you please.

Step 1. Login as micahsaxman@gmail.com
Step 2. Password is: passball
Step 3. Click on "New Post"

Be sure to sign your name at the bottom of your post or else all of your thoughts will be attributed to ME.

SUNDAY SCHOOL

why did nobody ever explain to us little chitlins in sunday school what exactly we were singing about?

"Father Abraham, had many sons. And many sons haaaaad Faaaaaaather Abraham! I am one of them, and so are you (Wait, what?? what do you mean "i am one of them?" I am confused..) i know who my parents are. their names are, Mom and Dad. songs like this should be broken down and explained to a kid

more @ 611

i really admire dad's idea for the "fencing in" of the back yard. it accomplishes what he wanted: a little privacy without closing off the yard completely. it's a unique design idea and looks and feels fitting.



on another note, how many visitors do you think there have been over the years that would use our bathroom in complete fear that someone was going to walk right in on them? it's funny to watch the entire routine they all go through:

Miscellaneous unknowing non-saxman: "Hey, where's your bathroom? Could I please use it?"

Any of us: "Sure! It's right over there, across from the bottom of the stairs."

Miscellaneous unknowing non-saxman: "Hey, thanks! I don't mean to be giving out too much information but my stomach has been making some rather peculiar noises. I think that McDonald's Apple Pie your dad gave me was a bit stale. I mean, I was a little hesitant to eat it, at first, because I thought that I saw him pull it out from under his seat in his red truck. "

Any of us: "No prob. Do what you gotta do. Don't worry about any of the 4 toddlers running in circles around the house, they won't bother you."

Miscellaneous unknowing non-saxman: (confused look on face) "Bother me? But how could they...? Hmm, whatever."

Then there is that precious 15 second period when you watch the person walk into the bathroom, find the light switch and flick it on and then swing the door closed behind them. WE all know what is happening on the other side of that hollow door; somebody has closed it and have moved on to the simple process of locking it. They begin by rotating the little locking tab, only to find that the tab...KEEPS TURNING. They fiddle around with it a few times and then either

a). accept this situation.

or

b). poke their head back outside the door and try the knob from the outside a few times before accepting this situation.

Either way, their fate is sealed. It is only fitting that after the 30 second-mark into their "bathroom duty," Ethan, as if he were being graded on his truancy, would, at full sprint, bust through the door for no apparent reason other than to wash his hands.

deliveries

one fine spring day, i was out delivering fliers to every house in DuPont and after about 45 minutes i had decided that i didn't want to deliver them anymore. it occurred to me that the best way to "finish" my job and still get paid that awesome $7 was to dump about 200 fliers in the dumpster behind the city hall. needless to say, mother was a bit surprised to see me back home so soon after i had started and i think i told her that i jogged or something. then, about two hours later, the day had become a blustery one and as a result, about half of my "delivered flyers" had found their way out of the opened dumpster and down barksdale and louviers.

VERCAMMENS and other random visitors

PLAY GAMES, ALL SOWRTS

joel, ben, jordan, and i would play street hockey in front of the house. we would use milk boxes from Costco as goals. I would be the only one to wear roller blades whilst my brovas always found it easier to stop and turn in shoes. whatev, we knew who had all the flair. once, and i think the ONLY time, we got Josh Davis to play with us. He slipped on some loose rocks and fell down on his bum. Not surprisingly, Josh cried, really loudly, yelling, "OWIEE! MOMMY!" and ran home. He even forgot to take his hockey stick with him. Yikes! oh well, he was a dynamo in the sandbox! josh really knew how to dig a tunnel. oh yeah, there was also that thing with him and the blue van. Ben knows more about that than i

NEIGHBORS

I wonder how many of them ever noticed saxman kids, sun-bathing on the roof.