The people I lived with for 18 years
What can I say, me and my brother are cool. |
My main homie, or at least as he appeared his senior year of high school. I can't approve of his life to save my own, but I can't deny that Bryce is pretty dear to my heart. He's been my best friend and worst enemy (often at the same time) for most of my life, has shared toys, interests, and friends with me, and puts up with me referring to him as "Fool" rather than by his name. |
She's dressed up and made up for Halloween in this picture (taken on the deck of our house), so no fear that my Mom is a closet goth. Mama is sweet and kind and sings soprano and goes to church but doesn't expect me to. She loves to travel and taught me to enjoy good Texas barbeque; she encouraged me reading before I can remember her doing so, and often says that she should have majored in English rather than oceanography. |
I couldn't find any pictures of my father on hand, but here's one of Mom and Dad at their hippie wedding. Mom made her own dress and they spent their wedding night at my father's grandmother's house. Gotta give respect to the flowers, but I'm really glad Dad cut his hair eventually. And that goatee... ew. |
Take a good look at the woman in the middle on the couch... I admit that I thought that it was me on first look. But no, that's my mother, about five years before I was born. How creepy is that; most people nowadays think that I look like my dad, but looking at Mama's 1970s profile, I think I can confidently say that I draw from both sides of the family. That's my step-grandmother Gloria and one of her Great Danes on the end there. |