Dad, Brett and Bruce. Right after this picture was taken, Bruce turned to me and said "Hey, you're not working right now are you?" Me, "Nope, I'm still looking for an interesting job. Why, you know of something?" Bruce: "Nope, but I just realized that I have to go on a business trip and I'm not going to be able to make it to Aruba to use my timeshare there and it's too late to cancel. Do you want a free week at a nice resort in Aruba?" Me: "Ummm, yeah." Bruce: "Cool, if you can find cheap tickets on short notice, it's all yours." And that's how I ended up in Aruba during the last ten days of January 2004.
For Christmas day, my grandparents and one of my mom's sister's family (The Carricks) came to our house. Christmas dinner in the house y'all. When I say "Hey," you say "Ho!" Now when I say "Je" you say "sus!"
...which means BLAMO!, she's instantly asleep ten minutes later on the ride back north. My mom will get drunk from only a sniff of the barmaid's apron. Hahaha.
What's up best photo of all time? Just as I was about to snap a pic of the delicious cinnamon buns baking in the oven, my brother, who loves cinnamon buns more than ANYONE you've ever met, pops his excited face into view.
Here's Skipper Jr. chilling on the *heh* poop deck. (Okay, I don't know if that's technically what the little back area's called, but I just wanted to say "poop deck.")
On the way back inland, I took Brett on a trip down "Torturous Big Brother Memory Lane" by waking him from his slumber with a long-range shot to the balls with the 25' gaff pole. Hehehehe.
My brother always gets shit because he looks, walks, talks and acts like a little Mini-Me version of my dad. I tried to snap a sneaky picture of them watching TV together while eating matching sandwiches and wearing matching white shirts and blue baseball hats, but I started laughing right before the cam went off and gave Brett time to flip me the bird. They look like the goddamned Bobsie Twins though, right?
With our proud angling lineage in mind, we puffed our chests, hoisted our hopes and cast our lines towards the sea (that's Capt. Mike in standing next to my brother).
...and immediately perked up when we saw the prize they were offering in one of those "leave your business card" drawings. Makes you think twice about ordering a "glazed" doughnut there, right? Ew.
Grampa and Grandma with their not-so-little graduate. (In case you didn't know, most universities give have color-coded tassles for different majors that identify what discipline you received your diploma in. Check out the music school's pink tassles. Noice!)
With a belly fulla Steak 'n Shake, we headed back to Brett's place. He cooked up a big fire in his portable, outdoor fireplace and invited some friends over to say goodbye.
First thing we did after we dropped my bag off was head over to Stake 'n Shake. But before we get to that, check out my brother throwin' down with the crotch grab in front of his bitching ride. (Yeah, it's a station wagon, but it's a station wagon that does 0-60 in 4.88 seconds. That means his Subaru station wagon can take both a BMW M5 and a Corvette LS1 off the line. Whaaaa?). Anyway, this picture was taken in the parking lot of...