OK, as you can see I have moved the blog. That means you will need to re-subscribe if you were a subscriber to get automatic updates. If you were not, then you should be now shouldn’t you? I imported some of the posts from the old site (tedious as it was) but I had to re-title them, hence the “2” after all of them. I really enjoy the comments so keep em coming, even if they are dissing me. I will be changing the appearance etc. over the next few weeks until I get it how I like it, cuz it is all about me. Here are a couple of photos of me and Tra in our innocent youth.
This is a picture of us on our engagement day. It wasn’t too romantic because I couldn’t hold on to the ring;It was burning a hole in my pocket. I was late getting to a friends birthday party and Tra was a little upset with me, so I pulled her outside and she kept saying “what is wrong with you?” I hope she meant at that moment, not universally. Then I proposed. I wish I could say I had flowers and fireworks, and I could and you would never know, but alas I did not. It must have worked though because here were are 20 years later and loving it. I think the “stache” may have to make a comeback.
This was the summer of 89 I think. We were both working for VECO in Kodiak during the oil spill. I was Tra’s boss, so nothing much has changed. The funny thing is, I didn’t get my house remodeled for 1/2 price. I must have missed that form when I applied for the job. It was a fun summer though. We made some dough, basically lived on a boat and had not a care in the world. Jenna and Valery were there too, so it was a family operation. I remember after they implemented the drug testing we lost 90% of our crew, amazing. I told them not to eat those poppy seed muffins. I just noticed something, we had the same hair style! We rocked!! ( literally cuz we were on a boat remember?)