remember the old television that we had to pull and push the power knob to attempt to settle the vertical hold? that thing would start going crazy in the middle of a MacGyver episode. Just when you'd think Pete Thornton was about to jump into Jack Dalton's plane to escape Murdoch's evil scheme to trap MacGyver's flame of the week, the tele would start flippin' out, spinning up like the wheel on The Price is Right.
Tim the Toolman Taylor became "once-a-week" family time for a short spell.
And so did TGIF. Remember Step by Step? mom thought the "Code-man" was hilarious.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
WATER FIGHTS AROUND THE HOUSE
he who got the hose first, was king.
unless someone took the initative to fill a pot and stand on the roof.
-we had a couple of super soaker 50s but it was joel had the cash to go buy a blue supersoaker 100. Adrian Latore had the SS200.
if you bought cheap water balloons at the Little Store, they'd break whilst filling them up in the kitchen sink.
i remember those 1foot deep plastic pools in the backyard. after a day or two of play, they would sit stagnant, full of grass and dead bees. for some reason it would take days until someone would empty it out, leaving a beautiful sun-starved dry grass dot in the backyard.
slip 'n slides were cool. but no one ever wanted to roll it back up.
unless someone took the initative to fill a pot and stand on the roof.
-we had a couple of super soaker 50s but it was joel had the cash to go buy a blue supersoaker 100. Adrian Latore had the SS200.
if you bought cheap water balloons at the Little Store, they'd break whilst filling them up in the kitchen sink.
i remember those 1foot deep plastic pools in the backyard. after a day or two of play, they would sit stagnant, full of grass and dead bees. for some reason it would take days until someone would empty it out, leaving a beautiful sun-starved dry grass dot in the backyard.
slip 'n slides were cool. but no one ever wanted to roll it back up.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Camping
MICAH:
I remember camping with the fam. Mom would make a trip to Costco that was camping-specific. -24pack of Dad's root beer.
-24pack of puddings. (i wrote a myspace blog about saxman camping a while ago)
I remember how fiercely mom would guard the peanut M&M's at least until after our first game of C.A.D had been played out. BTW, does anyone know what "CAD" stands for? Is it even an acronym?
I remember how tightly dad packed the pop-up tent trailer. We brought our own firewood. The smell of that yellow, wet, canvas tent with a hint of mold would remind you that you were in the forest before you even opened your eyes in the morning. I can recall Jordan hiding along a trail one night. His plan was to run out from behind a tree and scare the huddle of girls when they came walking back to the campsite from the bathroom. The only problem with his plan was the huge stump that he tripped on, two steps into his full-sprint attack.
I also remember when Ben was once given the floorspace of the very back of the gray van as his bed space. His roommate, however, happened to be Bubba. And when Ben woke up, he stayed in his sleeping bag and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for Bubba to get dressed and jump out of the van. Feeling a bit bashful, no doubt, about opening up the back door of the van while Bubba changed, Ben proceeded to fake his slumber. Minutes turned to what seemed like an hour as the air in the van gradually became thicker and stronger as Bubba added layer after layer of perfume, deodorant, and other various Bubba-esque pungent aromas.
I remember camping with the fam. Mom would make a trip to Costco that was camping-specific. -24pack of Dad's root beer.
-24pack of puddings. (i wrote a myspace blog about saxman camping a while ago)
I remember how fiercely mom would guard the peanut M&M's at least until after our first game of C.A.D had been played out. BTW, does anyone know what "CAD" stands for? Is it even an acronym?
I remember how tightly dad packed the pop-up tent trailer. We brought our own firewood. The smell of that yellow, wet, canvas tent with a hint of mold would remind you that you were in the forest before you even opened your eyes in the morning. I can recall Jordan hiding along a trail one night. His plan was to run out from behind a tree and scare the huddle of girls when they came walking back to the campsite from the bathroom. The only problem with his plan was the huge stump that he tripped on, two steps into his full-sprint attack.
I also remember when Ben was once given the floorspace of the very back of the gray van as his bed space. His roommate, however, happened to be Bubba. And when Ben woke up, he stayed in his sleeping bag and pretended to be asleep, patiently waiting for Bubba to get dressed and jump out of the van. Feeling a bit bashful, no doubt, about opening up the back door of the van while Bubba changed, Ben proceeded to fake his slumber. Minutes turned to what seemed like an hour as the air in the van gradually became thicker and stronger as Bubba added layer after layer of perfume, deodorant, and other various Bubba-esque pungent aromas.
This Blogspot's purpose
This blog is intended for the recall of memories pertaining TO the Saxman family, FROM the Saxman family members.
Inspired by the idea for our collection of different memories regarding Grandpa, I feel that, even if I end up being the only participant, this could be fun.
I will post several blogs with not much more than a title and a memory of my own, relative to that title/subject/event. Your job is to add to each blog if a memory, relative to that particular blog, happens to pop into your head.
Cheers,
Micah
Inspired by the idea for our collection of different memories regarding Grandpa, I feel that, even if I end up being the only participant, this could be fun.
I will post several blogs with not much more than a title and a memory of my own, relative to that title/subject/event. Your job is to add to each blog if a memory, relative to that particular blog, happens to pop into your head.
Cheers,
Micah
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