Sunday, January 20, 2008

What the HELL I've been doing the past four weeks


Nille and I at my Aunt Alice's house for a sing along the weekend before Christmas. My family used to go to these constantly when me, my siblings, and my cousins were kids, which is the reason I first got drunk at age 12. Haven't been in a while. Fun.


"...and the moon shall be as blood..." the beginning of the end? Taken from CR 111 on Christmas Eve, on my way to enjoy Christmas Eve dinner at Al and Eleanor Hobbs' house (Nille's host parents)


Dakota and Jagger eagerly await raiding the living room and claiming their lucre.


Dakota reveling in her gift from Uncles; an electric guitar. It was later eclipsed by a Nintedo Wii, also from Uncles, but has gotten it's fair share of use. Look for her debut album sometime in 2014.


Jagger as Michael Jordan. Don't know what prompted this trend.


Ted got plates for his new Jeep that summed him up perfectly. 2175 is the length (in miles) of the Appalachian Trail, which he hiked. I couldn't DRIVE that far without needing some sort of hospital stay.


Carole got plates for HER new Jeep that summed her up perfectly as well.


Nille and I enjoying Christmas at my sister's house (despite the look on my face)


Christmas Night: Playing Kings (Clockwise from closest to me: Neighbor Rob, Ted, Neighbor Chris, The Big Guy, Cousin Beth)


Kings continued: (Rob, Tommy, Cousin Beth, Carole, Cousin Cathy)


Yet More Kings: (Carole, Cousin Cathy, Neighbor Ginny, Nille)




Tim, who feels a pathological need to call SOMEONE Mr. Beck at any given party, plays table Hockey against my cousin Jen










Nille and I at Ginny and Chris' house for New Years


The Boys in Charge


Ted and Jagger. Ted's glasses are prescription.


Military Experiment #1 gone wrong. I was stricken with a sudden case of gigantism. My brother looked on in horror as I was driven to blow a giant noise maker with my nose.


Military Experiment #2 gone wrong.


Proof that mental patients CAN play Guitar Hero III.


Bill and Janice treated us to a lovely dinner at City Crab the night before Nille had to go home. Despite the rumors and tabloid reports, none of us did, in fact, get crabs.