The last of the family[inlink]twisted,114[/inlink]shipped out this morning. Erik & Alisha caught a 5:40am flight (ouch!) from Newark to Charlotte to Atlanta. Dad & Jean took off in the Jetta for South Carolina. My brother and sister-in-law are at work and the kids are in school. Suddenly it's very, very quiet. So I'm playing the CD I made my nephews for their last birthday. Forgot I had put Adam Sandler's "Red Hooded Sweatshirt" on there!

It's been quite the family odyssey. I've slept in 7 different "beds" (I use the term loosely) since I got to the East coast Dec. 20th, and tonight I get upgraded from the air mattress in my brother's home office to my nephew's bed now that everyone else has vacated. I've slept great everywhere, although it was pretty cosy the one night I shared a room with three nephews and my one niece. She got crowded out during the night so we jammed in together on the trundle bed.



Luckily I had my boxer shorts with the glow-in-the-dark stars, suitable for slumber parties.

Some amazing shellfish (and lobster, not pictured) with my friend (and ex-boss), Leslie.

In front of the tree at rockefeller center (pic from my cellphone)

I heard the devastating news on the radio at my Dad's house. For the record, I don't own, and have never owned, a beach house. Although I've rented one with friends. Also not rich, but working on it.

Dad's on a nostalgia kick, which means we got to watch slides.


Dad loading up the projector


My brothers & sister dying Easter eggs. Check out that wallpaper!


Dad with Oma on the back of the moped


My brother and sister and me in our bunkbeds. Those were the days!

Some xmas pix from this year: