Sorry for that momentary break gang, I needed a "mental health" day. More like a "save my sanity" month. All is well in the Alamo again.
Lets replay my last months, since I was ohh to busy to tell you about it before, I'll fill ya in real quick.
- I went to the beach as often as I could, average of 3 times a week or more. "So kenn, you must have a nice golden hue to you now? I'm thinking a healthily sun kissed glow?" Nope. Need I remind you I don't have melanin pigment in my skin. I turn I lovely shade of coral if anything. If you saw my tan lines you would see I'm at least 3 shades darker, according to Ralph Lauren paint chips. I went from a " Tennis Court White" to a "Flour Sack White." I would have killed to get all the way to "Nigerian Peony" or even a "Pale Cream," I can dream can't I?
-We got to attend a 30th birthday "I'm on a Boat" party in Newport Harbor. It was an all white party, and probably one of the better ones I have ever been to. Basically, It was a classy three story Yatch, free food and drinks, on the 2nd floor was an outrageous dance party from 7 till midnight and on the lowest deck was flat screen TVs to watch the Lakers game and a grand piano. We cruised around the harbor which was fantastic. The highlight of the night though, I didn't get sea sick like I was dreading. (refer to "Perfect in every way" to understand why I get motion sickness and the reason why more than 65% of the words with 4 letters or more are misspelled.) It was just a spiffy get together, let me just say. Let me also say, white pants flatter NO ONE! Can some one please have an all black party? Ninja themed or something, I'm dying over here, all I own is black. Come on!
- I hung out with my mum while I was home. We had some good ol times, she drove to and from California and Utah, so we had quite a bit of face time. It was stupendous. She is probably one of the funniest people I know. While out to dinner this conversation came up over life dreams.
Me- "Why are you gonna sell your business dad? Your gonna retire at 50 and get bored."
Father- "I'm gonna follow my dreams and become a Slum Lord."
Me- " BLAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHH (breath) AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA! A slum lord? who would ever aspire to a SLUM LORD!"
Mother- (shocked face and tone) "What are you talking about? That's been his life's dream since I met him. Do you even know your own father? How do you not know that?"
Me- (confused and speechless, speechless because I'm still laughing. That silent kind that almost hurts but you just can't stop.)
Father- "All I have ever wanted out of life was a little house by the beach and the title of "slum lord." I'm a simple man."
Me- Still in awe of what I'm hearing and the seriousness of this discussion, I am still snickering and disrupting all the Vietnamese partons around us. I smartly ask my mummies " So whats your life dream ma?"
Mother- "To be a Librarian of course."
Me- "Well Naturally."
Mother- "But did you know you need a masters degree to become one?"
It continued on from there. but thats the gist of it.
So that's fun times with the family. Also the boy (Hudson, my 14 year old brother, we have called him "the boy" for as long as I can remember, it's and endering term.) turned 14 and went to his 8th grade dance. We got him some fantastic looking hush puppy's in white suede with red rubber soles, and I got him a plaid on plaid Ben Sherman shirt and tie. He was the bell of the ball.
-Nearly every other night we, we, meaning the same four people I hung out with the entire time I was home, went to harbor house. Its a swankier (pronounced swang-key-er) 24 hour Denny's. We came up with this mind blowing concoction of a chocolate, banana, peanut butter shake. If you have the chance, take it. So many outrageous conversations were had at 3 AM, so many calories were eaten and stored around my thighs, so much unsightly food was consumed, so much sleep was lost. No regrets
- 9 or my dear friends have left on missions all with in the same month. I feel like a Hen with an empty roost. My chicks have all grown up and flew the coop. I have been getting letters for the kids, giving me up-dates and request for food and miscellaneous items. My favorite letter so far is one for Dillon Boyes. On the back of the envelope it just said " HO!" extremely large, and after a sweet lil love note full of nonsense it said.....
PS- You're a dirty Skank!
Glad being on a mission from our Lord hasn't changed him one bit :] hes learning to speak tagalli ( no clue how to spell that one, what ever the speak in the phillippines.) I also sent our sweet Jeshwa Punderson a survival kit full on peanut butter, a regular size package of oreo's NOT DOUBLE STUFFED! and other snacks and a tin of "commie mints" with Stalin's face and the sickle an hammer on it. I thought it was appropriate, or inappropriate since he is going to St. Petersburg, Russia.
Here is one of all of us from Halloween 2008.
*SIDE NOTE. I was a japaness Harajuku girl, nobody seemed to get it.
From Left to right please (like your reading). McKenna Louise Taylor, Dillion Michael Boyes, Joshua Adrean Punderson.
This is really the only picture of us together recantly. Dillion took me to Wicked in LA July 2008. We are so crule to eachother we refuse to be in pictures together out of spite.
- Phillipi finally got hitched so I got to be apart of that one. Great time was had by all. She looked great, and I was only 30 minute late to getting her ready. I swear I have no sense of time or the measurement, its sad really.
Lots more happened while I was home, but for those secrets, I shall keep mine.