I think it's time to share a little about my zany family. After many years i've learned to sweep the embarrassment under the rug and accept the sometimes ridiculous antics of my fam. Here goes the blackmail.

Fargo is the head of the household and does his part to keep the family close. He's 12 years old but you would never guess it.

He leads a pretty stressful life...

Christmas dinner at the father's household with lots of friends and family.

Going for the pagan children look. Typical. And successful I'd like to think.

Mama.

Thanksgiving 2009. Don't let the normalcy fool you.

That's more like it. The father figure.

They were reenacting my wisdom teeth surgery. Not very funny if you ask me.

One of Dad's four million, but amazing, sculptures. 'V' for
very rusty metal?

Gah! The amaaazing view from the roof of my dad's welding shop in Alameda. It was so cloudy but there is usually a panoramic view of San Francisco and the Oakland/Berkeley Hills.
Much more to come!
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