dad — i keep a diary

December 23, 2003

On Monday we drove down to South Jersey to visit with my dad's brother Uncle Bruce!

December 23, 2003

uncle bruce ↗+

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.

December 23, 2003

In almost matching outfits no less (again!)

December 23, 2003

Hahaha. Saturday I stepped outside and caught the Bobsey Twins smoking.

December 23, 2003

Dad with a doohickey.

December 23, 2003

gift ↗+

"Now throw your hands in the air and scream!"

December 23, 2003

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!"

December 23, 2003

Somebody on this site pointed out that my Dad looks just like Peter, the father from the cartoon "The Family Guy" and now I can't see a pic of him without thinking about how true that is.

December 23, 2003

couch ↗+

Holy red family photo, Batman.

December 23, 2003

He really is cute though. Here he is jumping off a table onto my mom's lap.

December 23, 2003

mom ↗+

My fam hung back and worked at destroying the pie and cake table.

December 23, 2003

Mom and dad getting their breffast on as well.

December 23, 2003

Saturday morning I had breakfast with Mom and Pop...

November 26, 2003

On the way back to my parent's house, we stopped off in Mendham to visit with Gary Variale and his family. Gary owns the construction company I used to work for during all my summer breaks and is like family. Here's my two dads. Hahaha.

November 26, 2003

Turkey Time! Going Clockwise from the front left: G-ma, G-pa, Aunt Sue, me, Pappi, Mami, Chad, Uncle Wayne, Aunt Elaine and Lindsay.

November 26, 2003

Thursday afternoon, I hopped in the car with my parents (minus little brother Brett, who lives out in Indiana and went to his girlfriend's parent's house in Ohio for Thanksgiving) and headed to my Aunt Elaine and Uncle Wayne's house in Clark, NJ.

November 26, 2003

At dinner, Grant manned the camera and managed to snap a pic of me opening my birthday card...

my 27th birthday party

August 08, 2003

me ↗+

On the day before my birthday, my mom and dad came into New York City (from Jersey) and took Grant, Tara and myself out for a birthday dinner at Epicurie in the LES.

my 27th birthday party

August 08, 2003

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mom ↗+

Here's my dad cold kicking it with his aqua shades.

June 21, 2003

sunglasses ↗+

After lunch we took out the boat, here's Skipper large and in charge at the wheel...

June 21, 2003

boat ↗+

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?

June 21, 2003

Bonus points to Pappi for also having a Jersey shirt on. Beach Haven West Reprazent, yo. (Unfortunately for him, he also loses the same amount of Bonus Points for actually reading a menu in a diner. In a real NJ diner, you're just supposed to think about what you want to eat and rest assured knowing that they'll have it.).

June 21, 2003

diner ↗+
menu ↗+

Thumbs up from Pappi, the shed in its new place is level.

June 21, 2003

...who shit the bed on the next toss by throwing short to my dad (the balloon exploded on his foot). Check me out laughing at him while he gives my brother the ol' stink eye.

June 21, 2003

Me and dad prepping for the big 'tater race. (The object is to cross the finish line first. If your pototo falls off your spoon, you're immediately disqualified.)