Vintage family photos prt. 2

My grandparents. Little did my grandmother know that one day she'd have a weirdo granddaughter coveting the dress she is being photographed in.

My grandpa duking it out with his brother. Apparently, this is how things were settled back in the day. Simpler times...

"This is grandpa right?!"
"Mmmhmmm, that was when he was dating Jennette, the French girl who took him on vacation to the French Riviera. He dated a Russian for awhile too, back when he was in the service."
"Damn, grandpa was like the United Nations."
"That crazy Swede."
"Don't hate the player grandma, hate the game."

My grandma, phonin' her bitches.

Goin' the chapel (pictured with her father)




My great-grandmother (in the gigantic bow) being all sassy.

My mom
And of course, a couple of your's truly as a very pudgy baby-

On another note-

My mom is a total GILF.


Seriously. The lady cracked open her noggin one night (she tripped over her comforter and fell, hitting her head on the corner of her dresser and leaving a gash so gnarly I almost gagged when she showed me the picture. It was really messed up.) awhile back and she STILL looks awesome. Three kids and she's skinnier than I am. I'm hoping those Swede genes are going to tie me over until my 30's (she's in her 40's now) but I have a feeling everything is going to go to shit in about 5 years. I digress.

She's moving to California (Sacramento, I believe) on Sunday, joining in on an expanding list of people that have ditched me in the last couple months for greener, coastal pastures and summers that don't involve ass burns whenever you get into your car.

So adios mum! I hope California embraces you and you have many days and nights by the beach, visiting San Fran and enjoying reasonable temperatures.

My family

He's a little bit country...



I'm a little bit rock n' roll...



He's a lotta awesome.

You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have- the facts of life.