Random Stuff

I took down the pictures of stuff that I thought only Tammi and I cared about, then people started asking what happened to the pictures of stuff that only Tammi and I care about... so here they are again.

The Omaha, NE zoo in younger (read: thinner) days.  The zoo there is huge, the 3rd largest in the country.  We're standing in an indoor rain forest here. It's worth going to Omaha just to see it.

Camp Snoopy. Like coming home to the Mothership, it was.

Every September three of us, sometimes more, go camping.  We go the same weekend every year, so we proclaimed it an official holiday: Gourdfest.  The festival of Gourds.

Matt and I above, Fred and Matt to the left. You'd think the night's sleep would have been more comfortable in a cabin. It wasn't.

Matt loves you thiiiiis much.

In San Fransisco.  I thought the goatee was a good idea at the time.  I have since grown wiser.

Tammi on college graduation day with her brother, Chris, and his wife, Karen.

In Cape Cod.  I swear I have never been so cold in my life.  It felt like the North Friggin' Pole.

My mother and grandparents.

Tammi and I at Baltimore Inner Harbor.  It's like Atlantic City in that there is a strip that's really quite nice, but don't wander away from it if you value your life.

"I always thought that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator Roberts...Governor Roberts..." In case you didn't guess, it's my Godson, Stephen.

Uh...why yes, I am Italian.  How did you know? My Grandfather (middle), uncle Eugene (right), Uncle Mike and his brother (far right and left).

Like most siblings, my sister Pam and I fight a lot.  Here we are trading blows. Oh man, that was bad even for me.

Brianna, who is even more adorable than this picture lets on, and her cousin Joshua.

We have dozens of disgustingly cute pictures of our cats.  It was hard to narrow it down to a few. Scooter in the back and Skeeter in the front.  Skeeter died of FeLV, which, thank goodness, Scooter did not contract from him.

Sorry, all.  I win the cute cat contest, hands down.

Felix is 10 pounds of trouble in a 5 pound bag.

The boy likes pants. Who am I to judge?

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