#SillySaturday

I feel like all I ever post on this blog are reviews (probably because that’s all I post) and perhaps I should be branching out. So, I’m going to give Silly Saturdays a try in the month of May. If they catch on, I’ll keep going. So, what’s Silly Saturday, you ask? Well, let me tell you. I think of all of the crazy adventure I’ve had in life, all of the stories that still make me laugh, and want to document them and share them with others. So, what better platform than my blog, right? Maybe they’re only funny to me, maybe others can relate, maybe the stories will be more SALTS (saw this today so I’m using it) than LOL. SALTS: smiled a little then stopped.

But where do I start? What story should I tell you first? I think this week I’m going to go back to my teenage years.

When I was in sixth grade, my family moved from Oregon to Wyoming. In Wyoming, you went to middle school which started in sixth grade. The friendships had already been formed in grade school (which I missed), and because we moved in the middle of the school year, the popular kids had already become their own group. But let’s face facts, even if I had started the first day of Kindergarten in Wyoming, I wouldn’t have been part of the popular crowd. I was too shy and quiet, not outgoing at all.

After about a year, I’d managed to make a few close friends and my parents agreed to let my sister and I have a couple of friends each over for a slumber party one Friday night. My dad had the keys to the rec center in a town six miles away, so we all went and played some games there (I honestly can’t remember if it was basketball or volleyball). We did that for a couple of hours and then came back to the house where we sat around the living room and talked while Mom made dinner. My dad was sitting in the living room with us and looks down at his slacks.

“There’s a whole in these,” he says and proceeds to rip his pants down the seam.

Our friends sat their with their mouths open as my dad ripped his pants the entire link. What none of us knew was that he had shorts on under them (we didn’t get hot enough at the rec center that he had removed his pants).

When my mom comes back out into the living room, Dad says, “Looks like those will need some mending.”

Yes, sometimes it was embarrassing living with my dad but, believe me, I have plenty of stories involving him and his ridiculous sense of humor.