Bad Decisions

We all know I can make bad decisions (see post for proof), sometimes they can be small like that time I bought those shortalls (Don't worry I took them back) or they can be a little bigger like sleeping through Biology all semester and then being surprised when I fail.  This weekend was full of bad decisions and of course I have documented them all for you.  The first was at the pumpkin patch with the family.  Layla was crying and you should all know that when my nieces and nephews cry it kills me and I will do anything to make it stop.  Case in point, Layla crying with no pacifier because it fell in the gross petting zoo.  Auntie Chelsea can fix that...

(Don't judge me- You weren't there, you don't know!!)

Then Saturday night was the Spazmatics.  I'm so sorry for what you are about to see, I cannot believe I actually went out like this either....

Lastly, while at Bishop's Pumpkin Patch we had to get their famous Pumpkin Cake.  It is so delicious, obviously you can tell how good I think it is..

It's okay though I'm eating an apple right now so I'm sure that evens it all out right?  Well at least the "bad decision weekend" is over.  Gotta run and finish off that pumpkin cake...Oh crap!

The Things Dad Loves More than His Children

Dad decided in the wake of this economic crisis to "accidentally" buy another car on Ebay. This one at least looks a tad bit better than the Porsche. It is a 1956 MG Magnette and it's gorgeous. For the past 18 years we have had two of these puppies (mind you they don't look anything like this one) parked in the backyard with him saying he is going to fix them up "someday". Logan even got so far as to take out an engine but that's as far as it got. So now that he has one all done you would think it's time to get rid of the two junkers out back, but oh no...now he needs those for parts. Our backyard is slowly turning into a junkyard with all the cars (Datsun, Porsche, 2 MG's) plus the Bultaco's (too many to count as Dadio keeps sneaking more in when we're gone) and I'm sure our neighbors are thrilled with another car in our driveway (That's 5 cars for 4 people). We used to joke (deep down we know it is absolutely true) that Dad loved his Bultaco Metralla more than us kids, but now he has two "children" that we can never measure up to. Anyone want a ride come on over, he loves to show it off.

Click on this assignment from my english class and see if you can tell me which one is mine.

Needless to say, this is Taylor again...

We're having a fire! ...sale

Taylor is learning so much at college:

So imagine your minding your own business one night, trying to fix yourself a BLT when you are so very rudely interrupted by an extremely loud obnoxious noise. Well this happened to me on the night of the 32nd and as i cooked my bacon the smoke wafted a bit into the family room thereby setting off the fire alarm. Remembering my days back home i waved a pillow at it to try and get it to stop but to no avail. As it continued i started to notice a large amount of people outside and as i stepped outside i came to realize that not only our apartment's alarm was going off but the whole building complete with strobe lights sending many into seizures. My room mates and I knock on the manager's door but no one answers so we sit outside for 20 minutes waiting for the fire trucks to come and save us. Eventually they and the police did come (the policeman made some rude comments about not being able to make bacon where i made some very witty remarks about; the police, bacon, pigs and pig noses, but i won't repeat those here). Once it stopped i finished making my sandwich putting the undercooked bacon meaningfully in; meanwhile, all my roomates got about 12 dates all together feeding like leaches off the experience taking advantage of the fact that 50 girls were there, wondering who started the fire. And amongst cheers and songs started like "Taylor started the fire! it was always burning, the world was turning" Taylor cries a single tear....

I would hate jeans too!

Taylor has always had quite the aversion to jeans. He wouldn't even wear them until just recently and I think that was only because after much work on my part, (with a little help from Nordstrom) I made him realize that they match almost everything therefore the dressing himself part of his day, that much easier. Brie and I were looking through some pictures and we may have discovered where his hatred came from.

(In case you were wondering those babies absolutely are high wasted, pleated, and have an elastic waste.)