it's picture time again

the night i got to lubbock, it started to snow at about 1:30 am.


the next morning


leave the girls alone at the bar too long...


and they start pourin crap in your purse.


ryan never lets me forget the time i baked him easter cookies and then broke up with him.





claire, david, amy


grandma and the older boy cousins.

the holidays do two things: make me temporarily want a relationship; remind me that all families are screwed up in some way. when you're little, you think that your family is like the brady bunch. then you grow up and realize that just about everyone's family is messed up in some way. thankfully being weird is normal.