52 Weeks of...: September 2006

Chillin' in Chi'town.

Here's the infamous "Bumble Bee" tent that I spoke of earlier.

Willy is mixing up some brownies, umm good.

Mollie is in the Chicago jail.

Carmie is the reason Mollie is in lock-down, but after the first day all of the dogs worked things out and we had a big doggie party with everyone.(Mollie still had to be the boss)

Loading up to head to NY on our way for our move to MD.

Happy dog!

Pool Party (Breck)

Willy's going for big air.

Maggie and Auntie Emmy swimming with fishys.

Oma and Willy.

Tube time.

So very serious, must be a cookie over there.

Family Portarait

Utah is getting ready to make the plunge.

Sarah and Papa making splashes.

"Just a little soap and everything will be fine."

Maggie, all smiles, all the time.

Goodmorning Chicago! When I awoke, I couldn't find any of the little ones, or Emily or Sarah for that matter. Well, they were having a tent party in the backyard. All four of them were in the "bumble bee" tent having coffee and sippy's.

Maggie climbs the ladder.

Almost there.

Utah babbysitting Mags after she awoke from her nap before anyone else. We had some quality time, just the uncle and the niece.

She really did a nice job keeping me entertained for about an hour until the rest of the party awoke.

Dinner time.

There's that smile she is famous for.

Here she is entertaining Auntie Emmy and Utah for a photo shoot on the comforter.

Still smiling.

Cuties having a picnic.

Willy having a picnic with his friends Katie and Joey. Emily and I stopped in Chicago on our way from CO to NY and were able to spend a few days with the little ones, swimming and going to the zoo.

Big bite!

"you want some hot-dog?"

Homecoming?

Wray, Co...Emily and I stopped by my home town. We spent about an hour and saw all of the attractions. I think it has been just under 10 years since I was here and how things stay the same.

My high school, this was new when I was a sophomore. Many thought it looked like a prison, who knows?

A drive-by on the last house my mom lived in, for a matter of fact, the last house I lived in/ was in the last time I was in this town. I knew the people living in the house, the girl was in my brother's class.

My parent's old real estate/ insurance office.

The restaurant/ motel my parents owned and my mom still runs.

The Cliff Theater, the place I saw Star Wars and Smokey and the Bandit, one show, one time(7:45) 4 nights a week and still open.

Peeking over the fence at the backyard fence of the house I grew up in, oh the memories, it made me a little teary eyed.

203 Filbert Street
Wray, CO 80758
303-332-5900

"The House" The upstairs left window was my room and the one on the right was Justin's. (the one a nosey neighbor lied to our parents about and said Brad and I were hanging Justin out the windowby his feet) I got a whooppin' for that one, also 'cause it was my idea. What is that? F**kin nosey neighbors!

The last words spoken to me by my father...
"I was to proud...to proud to ever admit how wrong everything is.""Help your mom understand."

Trollspotting?

Jill, my sister, and Kevin her husband were nice (very nice) and flew out to NY and helped me move a load to MD and then the three of us with Mollie road tripped from NY to CO where we were vacationing for 3 weeks. We stopped by Joe and Sarah's house in Chicago on the way and spent the night. The next day we went for a walk in the woods and what do you know, we found a troll home but we didn't spot any live trolls.

Breakfast at the island.

Kevin modeling Maggie's hat.

Heading out the front door for our walk.

Little Maggie.

Utah (uncle todd) and Willy throwing rocks from the bridge.

The nude swimming hole.

Maggie, all smiles all of the time.

Uppy, uppy.

Walking home with a nude little boy. We walked about 6 blocks with Willy naked as the day he was born. One old neighbor was unable to find any humor in the situation. I feel sorry for the old lady, sour and unhappy is no way to live life.