My crazy family

Just wanted to post some pics of my family
from my grandma's birthday party.

The birthday girl throwin' some gang signs.

I probably need to explain this. In my family, if anyone
sees that you have a hole in any of your clothing,
then it will be ripped and destroyed. And my cousin
found a tiny whole in my grandpa's shirt.

My cousin and his Jewfro

Grandma and Brooke - who will be 14 soon!

The boys

Olivia

I kept telling him to smile bigger

Weston will not make faces, he will only say cheese.

I spend the majority of the night telling Livie to do this!

And this..

and this...

and this.

Just a few videos of the kids.





I'd told him to smile bigger, and he would only say cheese louder.

I wish I were home.

It is the official start of my week of mourning.
It didn't used to be a week of mourning, because it was
the week of Burning Man. My favorite place on earth to be.
I went there for four years starting back in 2000.
But this will be the fourth year in a row that I have not
been able to attend. I promised myself that I would be
there this year, no matter what the circumstances. But
unfortunately, with me moving, I could not afford
to go. So this week I will be moping and crying a lot.
In fact I am crying right now just even thinking about it.
Anyway, this will be an extremely long post. I was hoping to
come back from Burning Man next week and have a ton of
pictures, but instead I am just going to post some of
my favorite things from previous years. I am not really
going to attempt to explain what it is, as it
is something different to everyone that attends.
But to me it is an art festival in the middle of
the Black Rock Desert in Nevada. Some people think
it's a hippie festival, and it pretty much is.
But I love to go down there and see the art and
sculptures, and also I have met some of the nicest
people with the kindest hearts. It is also somewhat of a social
experiment. I won't get into that, as it is somewhat
complicated and my post is already miles long. If anyone
is interested in what it's all about I have a link
of the official website at the end. Which I'm sure none
of you are, So onto the pictures.

Some of my fondest memories are hanging inside the belly
of the Draka the Dragon with a group of rowdy girls
that called themselves The Desert Cowgirls.
They were actually welding this monster out
in the 100 degree weather.



Also there was the Death Guild. These people
completely dedicated their whole group to
imitating the world of Mad Max. Complete
with a Thunderdome. They were everywhere with
giant cars shooting fire, and motorcycles.
And they even dressed the part.




And one of my favorite memories is when walking across
the playa by myself (which is about a mile across),
a little Italian photographer asked if he could take
my picture with this very strange looking guy
in stiletto platforms. He took quite a few
pictures of me wandering the playa with this
guy hovering behind me with an umbrella.
I never got to see the group of pictures, but I did
end up finding one on the Burning Man website.
The picture to me is a very good visual representation
of what I love about Burning Man. Something
so random that seems very odd, turns out
actually quite breathtaking.
Anyway, I think I've posted quite enough.
*sigh*

Images viaBurningMan.com!

Baby Q-ing

I'm a little late on posting about our little trip
to Millcreek. I have basically the same
pictures as everyone else, but oh well.

I always love hanging out with the homies.
I laugh so much, cause they are just a bunch
of weirdos. I'm not sure how it happened,
but I enjoyed singing TV sitcom songs around
the fire and munching on smores (this was the
first time I've ever had a smore and they
are delicious). It was so nice to see Tara
and Ralz and cute baby Drew. We hung out quite
a bit and I must say he is one of the cutest
babies ever.



The boys

Don't you love how everyone is being so friendly,
and Bird looks like he just happened upon some
campers and hopped in the picture.

The girls

Fun was had by all, the only thing missing to me was
Ryan and Steve. I miss Steve a lot, and if you any of you guys
ever talk to him, tell him he needs to get his ass
down here.

On a side not, I feel like maybe I have too much stuff
on my blog. I'm debating on taking the duck hunt down.
I enjoy playing it, but I have no way to know if
anyone else does. So if you like it, chime in and let me
know. Otherwise I will just get rid of it.