This is a shot of John and his girlfriend (and my
friend) Kim during a recent party. I was told this pic
was better than the one I had up here before by
both of them. I guess its pretty good. Well, we're
not always satisfied with our own pictures, now are
we? I met John late in the summer of '96 when he
came to work at Best Buy. Ever since, he's been
my partner-in-crime...and so has Kim. John also has
his own webpage. It has pictures, IRC so you can
chat with him and his cronies (such as myself), and
other stuff that may make you laugh. He also has a web
cam like myself. Check it...
Here is a self portrait of a self portrait of my
Marylander turned California friend Alan. I've
actually known Alan since middle school but
we were never close until mid-'93. A lot in
common we have, he and I. He took this picture
of himself in his bathroom using my digital
camera during my return visit in March '97.
This is a picture of my mother Sherry, my sister Lori, and of course, myself. I had less unshaven hair back then (late1994). I have always hated this picture - - because of me, that is.. First of all, I wasn't supposed to be in it at all. This trip to Glamour Shots was supposed to be a gift for my grandmother. My mother wanted to do pictures of herself, my sister, and my grandmother together. Because of some strange circumstance that I don't remember, I had to go pick them up at the mall. When I got there they coaxed me into doing a few shots. I hadn't shaved or brushed my hair but nobody seemed to feel it mattered. Strange how everyone likes this picture of me except myself. I, uhh, have no makeup on, by the way. :-) Not that I've ever worn any kind of makeup before.. but if I knew how much whiter my face was going to look over my sister's and my mother's face before I did these shots, I probably would have asked for a little powder in the face.
My grandmother Dottie, my sister, and my mother.
Guess who this little guy is??? Yup, there was a time when I was a cute, innocent, little kid. Of course, I'm just as innocent as I was back then.. :-) I was either 3 or 4 when this was taken. That gap of hair on my forehead is not a part, by the way. The hair simply isn't there.. Just before this picture was taken I had just discovered scissors and the many different things you could cut with them.
A picture of my father, Serge, that I took at the
semi-annual Willow Groave airshow in Pennsylvainia.