Burn Baby Burn

The family channel did a double wammy of disco tonight. Saturday Night Fever and Stayin Alive, what more could anyone ask for on a Saturday night. Watching these movies (and yes Rhayn it did make my butt dance) I realized I was glad I didn't grow up in that era. Were there are there really people taking disco dancing as seriously as the Disco Inferno himself John Travolta?

I shouldn't be making fun of these wonderful polyester dancers, the 80's weren't much more sophisticated. The 80's were full of color, wonder and big hair. Being on the younger side of the cousin spectrum, I want to know if our older cousins went through any disco related fads. Whether they did or not, tell me which fad you practiced to the full extent and from which era.

My fad was the 80's sock doubling and mismatching. I wore some many different colored socks that rarely matched in color and wore many different pairs at one time. Sadly this horrible trend of mine lasted well into the 90's. Sorry guys no pics do to no scanner.

Tell me your fads you groovy chics!!!!

Hap-PY!!

Collin is running around the house yelling Hap-PY!! Possibly his new favorite word and possibly he is trying to give mommy a hint. I should just go out, leave the apartment, and just be HAPPY.

Another Dry Afternoon

The forcast said there would be rain today. No clouds=No rain. Another weather dissapointment.

I suddenly got brave and cut Collin's hair. It's not great but it is not bad either. Without his little curls he is no longer my little baby anymore. He is now my toddler, my little man. He looks up at me, smiling with his chipped tooth (compliments of his grandparents) and tells me a whole story which I can't type to you because I still don't know what he is saying. He is so expressive with his words. Complete sentences, perfectly asked questions and greetings. I am waiting for this language dam to break so we can talk about all the pretty things we see outside and talk about the wonders of Truck wheels (still he favorite).

He is not a TV baby and 99% of the time it is wonderful. Sometimes I wish that he would have just one favorite show or movie that I could turn on and go take a shower or do the dishes or something. Or better yet we could actually go to a movie as a family instead of Collin lasting 5 minutes and wants to RUN!! But then again we don't have TV fights or fits so that is good.

Yes time is going fast. I keep asking myself if it is time for another critter to join our family. And no I am not talking about a dog or cat. I think a greater power has been bringing up the subject and hinting that Collin's baby sister wants to join us. Am I ready to have two beasts rampaging this apartment calling me for their every need?

And now my son is dancing. It is a very special dance. He has learned to move is hips and his neck just right. He really gets :jiggy with it." Any music will do this to him, even the elevator music at the grocery store. Quite entertaining.

Anyway not a lot to blog about. I could narrate my son's everymove but not today. Another time. And who knows, it may be the most entertaining blog I write.

I swear it's THIS big!!

One Saturday afternoon a clan of Taylor's gathered around a dam at Cluff ponds in the Pima area. The sun beat down upon their already rednecks as this unusual winter day felt like an April afternoon. The bees were buzzing and swarming around EVERYTHING. They began to make a home in the baby's crib (giving everyone a heart attack). So using the crib as bait, they parked it a good 50 feet away.....mind you they were smart enough to take the baby out first. The three S's (Suzy, Sam, Susana) went to look for the redneck treasure, the mighty GEOCACHE.
The first hook was baited with the glowing neon of playdough-like power bait, why a fish would eat this unnatural looking substance one would never know. The first line was cast and the competition of who was more intelligent than an 8-inch fish began. Ugly fishing hats were used for luck (lavan and dorothy), as well as the might the mighty fishing nun who was blessing the fish to come to our lines (susana).
Eventually a fish was caught, lure only, no bait. An hour later another fish was caught, again by lure and no bait. The sun was starting to sink in the sky, the bees got to cold to be out (finally), and there was no longer enough light for the lures. The fish were jumping in teasing awe, if someone had the courage and stupidity to jump in the freezing cold lake with a net they could easily catch their limit in no time.
A light up bobber was cast out and the snap from the cast caused the line to break, leaving a bobber with a line, hook and bait floating in the middle of the pond. Sensored cussings eminated from the unlucky fisherman who lost his bobber (lavan). In about 10 minutes a fish decided to sacrifice its life for a free meal and landed on the floating bobber. With no pole to be attached to the fish and bobber zoomed across the lake back and forth. Instead of trying to catch their own fish the silly rednecks started casting their lines our toward the evasive moving bobber hoping to be the one to reel it in. Again and again lines were cast and eventually everyone quit except the brave and stubborn one (malcolm), who started to run to the other side of the pond hoping to get closer to the treading bobber.
The sun was nearly set and the bobber was still traveling from one end of the pond to the other trying to get its freedom from the stupid fish below it. All of a sudden the bobber went staight toward an unsuspecting fisherman sitting at the end of the dam. The redneck ran over to the fisherman and explained that the bobber belonged to his fellow redneck brother. To prove its final intelligence, the fish and bobber ran staight into the fisherman's line and was easily reeled in. For his help, the fisherman kept the dinky 6 inch fish, while the bobber was returned to the rightful owner in the ugly fisherman's hat.
The outing had ended and everyone was stinky with fish bait on their fingers. The ones with the ugly hats won the competition and proved they were smarter than the fish, while the rest of us remain the lesser species to those highly intelligent trout. Just another Taylor outing, gee I had missed those.