A Year In Pictures

My brother and I have often talked about that your history is how you remember it. You could live in the same house with the same person for years and years and have two different recollections of how the whole thing went down. It's just how your own memory tells the story. I myself have a very bad memory. People will tell bring up things that have happened and it's really like the first time I am hearing it. I don't think that's a good sign, although, I will say, it keeps out some of the grittier ones.

I take a ton of pictures. They help me remember. I usually don't take them in bad times either. Although the thought of it is kind of funny. Your partner and you are arguing about something and you say, "Hold please. Let me get the Canon. Let's record this moment where you sounded like a total jackass!"

I keep referencing how I am glad that 2009 is over and I am, but, I had some really good times last year. This is how I will remember it...

                                                     January chow cha chow chow chow

                                                       February skiing and snowboarding

                                                                  Ahhh... so sad....

                                                                    My baby is ten.

                                                                      Spring is here.
 My kids pretend to love each other and the girls try to lie out.
                              It's still on 60 degrees so they play on the laptop. Just like the good old days.

                                                                   Now it's summer

Bye bye summer

                                 Fall is here.        Two Gay Guys, Some Boots and Me

October        and      November

                                                        
                                                                      Brother John

 And on the 12th day of Christmas my sweet angel daughter gave to me... a hot pink Christmas tree.