So this small caption is of Big Gay Capt. Bob, my uncle. And we did have laughs and giggles like drunkers, minus the alcohol on the Mormon front. Enjoyed the company of family. And definitely enjoyed watching Big Gay Capt. Bob get made fun of in a glorious fashion for his 60th b-day. And thank you to Aunt B, and his awesome daughters A & C for making Big Gay Capt. Bob look so much like a Mardi Gras wanna be!
My Daddy O is gone and living at Grampa O's love shack, loving the big screen T.V.'s that are there with HD. But have you ever wondered what older woman do after they divorce thier husbands of many years? Here's a glimps: They sit around listening to sad love songs wondering why they made that choice, but all the while refusing to admit they feel that way. They live vicariously through thier children and the child's significant other. And even go around re-arranging the house how they want it, including thier children's bedrooms how they see fit for them. (She alphabetized my movies.) I love mom, and will do my best to continue to help her. I haven't seen the Adversary celebrating so merrily in a few years thanks to my family, and I really hoped I wouldn't live to see that happen again.
To end this, I have two words...I win! There shall be Kilts and plad attire at the wedding. All are invited to participate. Kalli, you are expected to bring the lil redhead with you and party like an Orlando, even though we all know you can party in your own crazy fashion! And here are some embarassing photos:





3 comments:
all i have to say is wow.
great photos.
hopefully kalli takes you up on the invite.
i must say some of those are embarrassing, and not for myself.
I enjoyed ur blog jim, that was definitly a fun time, and i cant believe you left out the running in the rain part. that was fun too.
and does mom seriously listen to sad love songs? not like her "hey im a hip mom" stuff?
if wishes were fishes my KK we would all be eating well...
we shall see, although a scottish wedding with a bunch of Sicilians sounds interesting!
Congrats Yim, and I'm wondering if the little red-hed you're referring to is my husband??
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