8/27/06 POD

Bratpak and Lauri · August 29, 2006, 06:23:49 AM

Mike

You're a very interesting guy! Happy POD day and hugs to Clifford!

Mike · August 29, 2006, 08:24:45 AM

Quote from: Roberta on August 28, 2006, 02:13:24 PM
I had a father that wore the real thing ans not the right length, this only occured AFTER we left Scotland :idiot: the embarisment factor as teenager was 10.

Oh my, I'm not sure I want to see pictures...

Was the kilt too long or (ugh) too short?

David C. · August 29, 2006, 05:58:52 PM

Hi Mike,

Hope you had a great POD!

Brekkesmom · August 29, 2006, 09:01:35 PM

Sorry, Unca Mike! Momma was uploading some photos for Dad, and you don't wanna hear the words she used when she thought she was done! I hadda cover my littler ears! We hope you had a great POD, and that Mr. C spoiled you rotten! Didja eat some of that dark Godiva ice cream to sell-a br8? Smoochies! Brekke

DeeanDave · August 31, 2006, 07:09:14 AM

Better Late than never......great POD write up, Mike!

Mike · August 31, 2006, 07:27:54 AM

AHA!!!!

I thought of a story from my early chidlhood in Aurora IL (late 1950's).

I was 4 years and playing in the yard getting filthy dirty. As it was a Sunday, we always went to visit both sets of grandparents (yeah , families did that sort of thing back then). So, my mom called out to me that I needed to get cleaned up and I should go on the porch and take my dirty clothes off before coming inside.

Well, we had 2 porches. One on the side of the house where the yard was and one in the front facing a busy street.

Yep, I choose the front porch and stood out there for a good 15 minutes with absolutely no clothes on waiting to be let into the house. Finally my dad came looking for me to see why I wasn't at the back door and getting ready to go. I insisted that I did what I was told to do. THEY didn't specifiy which porch, so I chose....

DeeanDave · August 31, 2006, 08:16:00 AM

Quote from: Mike on August 31, 2006, 07:27:54 AM
AHA!!!!

I thought of a story from my early chidlhood in Aurora IL (late 1950's).

I was 4 years and playing in the yard getting filthy dirty. As it was a Sunday, we always went to visit both sets of grandparents (yeah , families did that sort of thing back then). So, my mom called out to me that I needed to get cleaned up and I should go on the porch and take my dirty clothes off before coming inside.

Well, we had 2 porches. One on the side of the house where the yard was and one in the front facing a busy street.

Yep, I choose the front porch and stood out there for a good 15 minutes with absolutely no clothes on waiting to be let into the house. Finally my dad came looking for me to see why I wasn't at the back door and getting ready to go. I insisted that I did what I was told to do. THEY didn't specifiy which porch, so I chose....

Good one, Mike!!!!

Barb · August 31, 2006, 01:11:56 PM

Quote from: Mike on August 31, 2006, 07:27:54 AM
AHA!!!!

Yep, I choose the front porch and stood out there for a good 15 minutes with absolutely no clothes on waiting to be let into the house. Finally my dad came looking for me to see why I wasn't at the back door and getting ready to go. I insisted that I did what I was told to do. THEY didn't specifiy which porch, so I chose....

Welll....don't suppose you have a picture of that event, do ya'? KIDDING !!!! LOL !!!! How many people came by and hollered at you ?!?!?!?!?!

Mike · August 31, 2006, 03:36:29 PM

Nope, sorry, no picture. I'm lucky to remember the event much less if anyone honked at me.

They did take a "cute baby" picture when I was about 6 months old. Most parents take it of the naked child lying on it's belly on a rug or blanket. Me? I was photographed lying on my back in the bathtub. Thank goodness it wasn't COLD water....