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Blast from the ... uh, a long time ago...

At Intercontinental Airport

In the brother Joel, my Dad, and I

At Intercontinental Airport

And now...PRETTY SAD.

That's gotta hurt...

Here, to the amusement of family friends, my hand catches fire as I blow out my candles on my 12th birthday. (approximately)

what?  You mean water's supposed to be clear???

Look Mom! The water's clean!!! Here's a pic from our vacation to Cancun, where the beaches aren't like Galveston at all.

O cursed camera flash, don't steal my soul.

Here I am, three years old with a broken arm and Didi, the talking teddy bear--no really he talked, at least, that's how I remember it.