Family. Photographs. Weekends. Steak.

(Aside: [note: this doesn't count as the beginning, in fact, it should be its own post but I'm to lazy for that] To the thousands out there reading my blog I need to tell you that it really helps to read my posts in "voices" for instance, An announcer voice, A mocking voice, A guru's voice, etc. - If the general reading public so desires I could tell you what voice you use - reader response theory always was a ridiculous notion in my book).

In a predictably vain attempt to bolster my ego and to get people to respond to me I'm going to lead off my post with a question - that demands an answer! - what do you feel about family pictures? I am always torn on these things, most of me hates them with a passion that would put Al-Qaeda to shame. The rest of me thinks more along the lines of "You need those memories for when your old and senile so your great-grandkids can have the ability to make fun of how stupid you looked when you were twelve" (Yes this is an actual thought taken straight from my brain and put into . . . whatever the internet is).

So this past weekend, padre and madre visited the land where I am presently being domestic. We had fun, we went out to eat a couple of times (my steak was heavenly, and the chinese is always above average), we walked around a nice little town, had a nice drive, talked about everything, met my piano teacher (which sounds incredibly stupid but really isn't - everyone would like this guy), went swimming (man I stink at swimming - can I hear it for nerds the world over!), went to church, and we didn't take one picture. And now, as I sit here, I think I might regret that decision.

To make up for this lack of photographs, I post this picture.
I really want my life to be like this picture. And if my family activities were more like this one, the weight of my pictures would cause the state of Illinois to sink in to the earth. Which, all in all, would be a very interesting thing to see.