Celebrity looksters...

Derek - Steve


Rhett - Baker


Dennis - Dennis


What do you say? Look alikes or what??

Who Is Your Celebrity Equal?



Rhett and Derek and I played this game a couple years ago via email...it was pretty darn fun. I thought I would start it on our little friend blog...There are no rules to this game, except please, be nice (this means no-one can say my celebrity equal is Delta Burke! No one wants to think that they look like the fat Designing Woman!)



All you do is post who you think is one of the gang's celebrity look alike.



I'll start.

Derek: Hugh Grant

Rhett: Sting

Synthia: Melina Karakaklalalalkalas....That girl on Providence

Brenda: Darryl Hannah



Now it's your turn...come on guys. Chime in.

It's fun.

Really, humor me...I have no life. I am tethered to an IV pole and have been for 13 weeks!



Love and light to you all,

Kate

What's his name???

Just had a thought, what was the name of that guy who came down from BYU to help the drumline out in practices? He was sort of lurpish...I can't remember his name for the life of ME! Remember, he was the one who dropped some heavy object on Robbie's head while in band practice? Rob had to go and get a ton of stitches and, I believe, the guy never even said he was sorry for the incident.

Memory from September 16, 1990

I figured that I would write about another memory I have. There haven't been as many postings here recently. It seems August was one of the more active months on this blog with a lot of memories, etc. being added to it. I imagine everybody has probably been pretty busy lately with their kids and getting them back in the school routine and what not.

The memory I want to add happened on this very night back in 1990. It was Sunday, September 16th. The night before I had gone to the "Homecoming From Hell" dance. (That is a whole other story that some of you have probably heard me tell over the years.) Anyway, that Sunday evening there was a fireside of sorts over at the Marriott Center. I remember that me and Kyle drove over to it in the old '79 green 'vette I had back then. When we got there we found some of the girls from our group of old friends. We probably had talked to them earlier that day about meeting up with them there. I mainly remember that it was Kate and Jenn, Synthia, Demi, and Julie that were there that night, but maybe there were others also. We all watched the fireside together and then we talked a while there. Afterward we split up to go home. Kyle must have rode home with Kate and Jenn, because I remember that Julie, Synthia, and Demi all rode home with me.

The group in my car all went over to a park that is a bit east of BYU. It was a pleasant and warm late summer/early fall evening, and it felt good to just be out enjoying the night. We hung out at the park for a while and talked and just had a good time. I recall that the girls were playing on the swings and running around the park (probably barefoot) in their Sunday dresses. When we got in my car to leave Julie and Synthia decided to swap dresses for some reason that I don't really know to this day. I must admit that I was a little taken back by the whole thing, but they just took their dresses off and traded right there in the backseat of my car. (If you are wondering, no I didn't watch. I turned my head away while they were changing.)

Anyway, once everybody was alright with what they were wearing we started for home. Like a lot of those nights back then we didn't exactly go right home immediately. I recall that for some reason we even stopped at Smith's in Payson to buy drinks or something. After that I must have started the long loop around of dropping everybody off home by way of West Mountain, Santaquin, and then back to Payson again. It seems that it was fairly late (for a school night anyway) before I finally made it back to my own house. Like many of the nights back then I was probably going to be a bit tired the next day, but it was definitely worth it because I remember it as being a memorable night from a very significant time in my life.

Salamander hunting with Derek...

Trevor and his friends found a little pond out in the orchard near our home. It has become a favorite place for the kids to hang out, explore, and try their luck at capturing salamanders.


Lauren, Trev and his friend Josh.


Derek, the salamander lover, came with us to try his luck at finding a new pet. Immediately after I took this picture, Derek slipped and fell into the water! SOOOO FUNNY!!!


"Hey...I'm already wet...might as well make the most of it!"


Now...that's something you don't see every day! Nice mud butt you got there! My kids teased him unmercifully for the rest of the evening. Lauren, my fearless 8th grader, was the only one who caught a salamander that night. She gave it to Derek for his trouble.

As always, thanks for the laughs, Derek!

Boingo concert 1990

Reading Brenda's recount of 1990's 50/20 sparked a memory with me that I thought I would write about. I think this was probably the very next weekend. Oingo Boingo was coming to play an outdoor concert in Park City on May 26, 1990. It was going to be a couple days after school got out for the summer. A few of us guys decided we wanted to go, including Chris Walker. He would have just graduated.
When the evening came Chris drove us all there in their family's van, and I always thought it was cool that he offered to do that. It was me, Chris, Kyle, and our other friends Jim and Brian that went. We drove up to the concert in Park City, and I remember it being a cool and clear early summer night with the fresh mountain air. I had only been to smaller venue concerts until that night. It ended up being a bit of an eye opener. The Red Hot Chili Peppers were one of the opening bands. While they were playing I remember every so often you would see girls fly clear up in the air above the crowd because people would hold a blanket tight and use it as a sort of trampoline to throw somebody and then catch them. (I also remember a couple going at it under a blanket right there on the hill. I guess you see it all at concerts.) That night there was also some dumb-ass standing by us on the hill that was mouthing off, but I knew that with Kyle and Chris there we were well backed up by good friends if he had tried to start anything.
Anyway, Boingo started playing with the sounds of the horns on Dead Man's Party right as it was starting to get dark. They ended up playing for around three hours that night, and it was an incredible concert with the combination of the music and the mountain air setting. That night really added to me becoming such a fan of Oingo Boingo. After the concert we drove down to Salt Lake to get something to eat, and then KJQ played Boingo music on the radio the rest of the drive home.
I know that this whole experience probably don't sound too life changing, but to me it was such a great night that it was a highlight for me in that time of my life. We were young and felt truly alive and free, and we were all at our best back then.

A "Keyan" memory...Labor Day, 1989

At our most recent gatherings, I have appreciated Dennis, Derek, and Rhett's fond memories of Keyan Riley - "The man whose flatus smells like roses..."

(yes...I said it!)

This memory goes back to 1989. After we marched the Payson Onion Day's parade, apparently, it was Keyan's birthday or close to it. The girls had planned a picnic lunch/hike up to the Grotto with Keyan, to celebrate his bday. I say girls, but I only remember Afton and Marianne - I am sure Synthia was there, Kate? Anyway, back then, the trail was horrible and very steep in some places. We lugged this big ol' heavy cooler up the trail. My memory is a little fuzzy here, but I think Keyan actually rode on TOP of the cooler as we carried it, with Marianne leading the way, throwing rose petals onto the ground (heheh...sorry - in the spirit of fun, I threw that in for my boys - Rhett, Dennis, and Derek - Cheers!). So yes, a crazy hike to the Grotto. Once there, I believe it was quite flooded, unexpectedly. We ate; it was quaint. I think Marianne got hurt somehow? Somebody did. Anyhow, they have since made the trail leading up to the Grotto an easy one, traversing the stream with log planks and such. To this day, when I hike up to the Grotto, I am reminded of this memory.