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Smell the Memories

Alaska, December, 1990

Two fun things about this picture:

1) My grandma, who has been living in Phoenix, Arizona for a long while came and visited us our first winter in Alaska. The desert to the tundra. Gutsy!

2) My sister and I are the two orange puff-balls. My mom loved those jackets. Do you know how easy it is to spot a giant orange poof in a field of white snow? Clever lady that mom is.

 

Awww, what a little psychopath! Adorable!

I do find this kind of weird though (no, not the white sweatsuit) – we had a pinata at a Christmas party. That’s not normal, right? I guess any excuse to give kids a bat? Sure, that works.

Pretty Pictures!!

On Sunday I drove down to Galveston with the girlfriend unit. She made me stop and take pictures of this very pretty house. Good call girlfriend unit!

Weekly Wacko (18)

New Orleans!, February 18 – 21

On the above mentioned days I went to New Orleans for the first time. It was fun. I went with two friends of mine I knew for one semester – my first semester of high school.

The two friends are mentioned in ‘First Day’ (see here). They are Kate and Barbara.

This was going to be a 2-part picture thing, where Katie initially was angry at the ground – and this is part two where she’s cracked the ground by punching it with extreme anger.

Those statues were a bunch of rascals. Barbara and Katie were going to sit by the statues and I was going to photograph that magic, then a family of three walked up and offered to take the pictures. The husband/dad told us, “you know what that guy’s famous for? He was a pedophile. That’s why he’s with a kid.” Weird, funny stranger? Awesome.

Fantastic. Shortly after this we sang, and were booed at. How bad do you have to sing to get booed at by a bunch of drunks at a karaoke bar? Thankfully we were drunk, so we found it all very funny.

We took a swamp tour on a boat. The guy in the back is “Captain Mike.” He probably hates me and my juvenile humor. The two other girls were an awesome couple from Canada. They thought I was an idiot.

No gators? Disappointment!

Ooooooooh!

We got some po boys from a place called “McKinzey’s Chicken-in-a-Box.” We ate them in a parking lot because we couldn’t find seats anywhere.

Pirates were there, and they played music.

AWESOME!