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Many moons ago.

On Christmas Eve, we realized many things had changed about us over the years.

But not everything.

Many minutes ago.

She’s always has my back,


It's a Rachel visit!

…even if it was for less than 24 hours.

Racking up the guests,


KB's cousin Kailee visits!

…during a 24-hour layover!

Officially the last of our guests for awhile,


KB's cousin Chris visits!

…and I drank a whole lot of beer while he was here.

Still trying to get back to pre-Disney weight,


…for recently getting his first (and possibly last) tattoo.

Normally I’d say that getting a tattoo at 18 years old is a terrible idea, but this tattoo has a special meaning behind it.

Our late grandfather, known lovingly by most as Hi-Guy, had the same (for the most part) tattoo of Flower from “Bambi” on his arm. Matthew’s tattoo is a nod to a man we all loved very much.

Great stuff, Matthew. He’d be proud of you… and then he’d make fun of you and call you a knob.

Next thing you know Matthew will be digging in dumpsters,


…for protesting in Madison yesterday against Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker and his attacks on both educators and the middle class.

Proud to share blood with her,


…had a dream about me last night. This morning, he emailed me the details:

You and I were in a car, just driving. You got a call and were told to pick up your little niece or cousin or whoever she was. We drive down to this pool, which is where she was at. We walk around this water park or whatever it was and there are three pools: one for adults, a baby pool, and one for the rest of the kids.

This kids pool was all decked out. It had some sort of jungle gym waterslide thing over top of it so you could run around the jungle gym, shooting squirt guns and whatnot, and then jump into the pool and swim.

So we’re walking around and we find your niece or cousin, whoever, and you decide, “Fuck it.” and jump into the pool, clothes and all. She gets all excited and follows suit. You two swim off and I think, “Well, I’m not going to let them have all the fun,” so I take off my shoes and shove my wallet, keys, phone, etc. into the toes of the shoes.

Just as I set the shoes down and get ready to jump in the pool, I see your niece walk angrily past me, her over-sized white t-shirt hanging heavily with water, dripping a long trail behind her.

She tells me, “We’re leaving.”

Confused, I look up and see a security guard escorting you towards the exit. As you are pushed past me, you say, “Don’t even ask.”

I don’t, and follow you to the car.

I’m glad I can invade you even your dreams, Frank.



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