Happy Sassy Birthday

Happy, Happy Birthday Candace Dear.
We want to wish you joy and happiness on this the day of your 22nd year
A sassy young sassafrass, that's what you are.
With your gleaming white smile and sassiness you're sure to go far.

A sassy new do,
A gleaming white smile too.
You're arm-pumping, back talkin' suga-momma
In a white sparkling mouth, you.

But 'nough 'bout da hair.
How 'bout dem teeph?
Double Sassy! Double Sassy!
You cannot be beat. You're an extraordinaire.

Photographer, snappy dragon.
Sassy, snappy, snappy sassy.
With shiney, pearly bling to boot.
Giddy---yap, giddy--yap!
You're the best. So its to you we hoot....
"Happy Sassy Birthday Candace Dear.
May this day be the best day of the whole entire year."

We love you!

poem by jane jr

i 'm in a chair
whith lots of hair.
my dady calles out were were were?
i say here he says there?
then he says to much hair.

he says ,get a trim
and i'll tickle your chin.
so i get a trim
but he dosnt tickle my chin
all he says is your balldey!

Post from Jane Jr.

todd said that i can put apost on his blog!soo let me think hmmmh mmmmhmmm?i know i will post about todd!let me see whats some describing words?i know!: funny ,sqiggley,taylory,nicly , me-ey,toddy,and thats all i can think of!by by sweetie pie!

A Sassy, Happy, Happy Birthday Candance Dear....

Happy, Happy Birthday Candace Dear.
We want to wish you joy and happiness on this the day of your 22nd year

A sassy young sassafrass,
that's what you are.
With your gleaming white smile
and sassiness you're sure to go far.


A sassy new do,
A gleaming white smile too.
You're arm-pumping, back talkin' suga-momma
In a white sparkling mouth, you.


But 'nough 'bout da hair.
How 'bout dem teeph?
Double Sassy! Double Sassy!
You cannot be beat.


Photographer, snappy dragon.


Sassy, snappy, snappy sassy
With shiney, pearly bling to boot.
Giddy---yap, giddy--yap
You're the best. So to you we hoot.

Happy Sassy Birthday Candace Dear.
May this day be the best day of the whole year.

We love you!

Spanky….”Dude”

There once was a youngster named Cory.
Who burned down a barn near the quarry.
He drove a blue cloud and a brown hornet that was loud
and was called "Dude" by his favorite Aunt Mary.

As today is your birthday dear Cory.
I feel it’s my big brother duty;
to pay tribute to you
and best wished too,
on this your 36th anniversary.

You once defended our home from a Lipper.
And always added excitement at dinner.
Breakfast in bed
or sometimes on your head,
life without you would be boring.

So, now that you’re turning 36.
It makes me feel older than that group called The Styx
Not D.J. Jazzy,
Or even the Cure.
The big, fluffy-haired band from back in ‘76.

No, you're more like Metallica,
You get better with age,
Unlike Michael Jackson,
you're a star on life's stage.

Always willing to help
those of us in need.
With encouraging words
or lending your trusty steed.

Some called you Spanky and others B.C..
For a while you were Brandon.
But you've always been Cory to me.

So here’s to 36 more,
years here on this earth.
I'm sure the next 36 years
will be as good as those since your birth.


Happy Birthday!

Bought a lemon....

Bought a Lemon,

what do I do?

Bought a Lemon,

and an orange and a grapefruit too.

It's got lots of trees,

and a big yard too,

Got a few scorpions

What's a boy to do?

A year in the making,

is what it will take.

We're kind of excited.

Hope we don't make a big mistake.

Gotta have a pool

and a sports court too.

Gotta have a pipe and a kicker

so I can do a few ollies for you.

A place for our guests

is high on the list.

Come during winter (hint, hint)

while the weathers the best.

If you still haven't guessed,

we procured a building parcel.

So on North Lemon Street

we'll be making our house into the Taylor Family Carcel. (that's Jail in Spanish)

Poetry for the duration.. and Iron Mike

A note of caution....from here on out the majority of posts will take the form of poems. My fascination with poetry started when I was around 10 yrs old and heard the likes of.....no not Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, Pablo Neruda, Shakespeare, or the like; but the fine work of the annonymous poets who published such great works as.......: "There once was a man from Bombass....". I know you all know the rest.

This early appreciation of profound expression (following strict form of course) has led to my quest to post in verse. I will also say that I am partial to the Haiku. Not because I like Japanese per se, (domo arigato, moshi moshi, sayonara and konichiwa) but I like the simple rhyming scheme of 5-7-5.

Oh, I rode down the escalator with Iron Mike Tyson yesterday as I was leaving Terminal 4 of Sky Harbor airport. He was dressed in white (white hat), had an agent sort with him and looked to weigh around 300lbs. He was talking on the phone, sounding like a sissy, but with the tattoo all over the side of his face and his extra lbs, I was scared to tell him so. I did, however, snap a photo from behind with my fancy phone, but it came out blurry. (I was giddy with excitement.)

Haiku to Tyler, Jill and Family

Haiku to Tyler and Jill Carson family who just survived a wicked car crash.

Suburban sideways:
Tyler, Jill and Family,
on Utah highways.

How did it happen?
Pushed from behind by a car
sliding on byways.

Horifying crash:
exploding like a bomb
Everyone buckled?

You one lucky son.
Some divine intervention
you better believe.

All ok? Thankfully so.
Is anyone hurt?
Amazingly, no!

Grateful, you're ok.
What would we do without you?
Life would be so gay. (bad gay, not good gay)