The flu has knocked me upside the head since I got back Monday night. It’s been a long road to recovery and there may be some long term effects, but don’t worry about me… I’m a trooper.
Here’s some more photos of Christmas in New York, I’d save you the pain of any narration, but that wouldn’t be any fun for me.

Back when I had more fashion sense.

My grandfather’s first hunting license at age 19.

Needless to say, Emily wasn’t that excited about it.

My grandmother, aunt Bev, aunt Clara, uncle Dick, and grandpa watching cousin Vicki’s son, Max open one of his many presents.

Mad Libs are fun.

My parent’s house all dolled up for the holidays.
Also, while in PA I got a chance to catch up with Rachael, a dear old friend from high school, and her 5 year old son Oliver. Oli is turning out to be quite the artist like his mother. Here’s some pictures he drew for me:

Tanks and guns… ain’t nothin’ better. (except for maybe a werewolf about to eat a guy with a gun)

Obviously a dragon guy with a a sword (don’t call it a nail like I did). Man, look at those arms, you wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley.












