Nana's Hats

My great grandma (Nana) was a pretty cool lady.

Because Life Is Too Short

To not dress up your pets. I have an extensive history of dressing up my pets, beginning with my kitty Scooter Pie who was all mine and no one else's. Besides my guniea pig Comet, who I brought home from the pet store at four years old (me, not her), Scooter was the first pet who was all mine. I picked him out at the shelter - no one else. So I put him in a dress and he loved the attention. I also put him in a onesie one time, but that's harder to do with a cat. No tail hole. He took a tour of all my doll clothes while my doll was shoved into the window seat, never to be seen again.
After Scooter came Ed, and she wore even more clothes!  She didn't love it as much, but she didn't have much of a choice until she was big enough to make her displeasure known.  We didn't dress her up much after that.
For some reason I never felt the need to dress Fry up.  I should have - it would have been adorable!  Zoso, however, has many costumes and clothing.  He doesn't like it much, but he'll do just about anything (everything)  for a treat.
That leaves us with Arthur and Ford.  Of course I dress them up.  Sometimes I even get matchy outfits for them!  Ford will put up with anything.  Arthur goes to his happy place and sits frozen on the floor until I take the clothes off him.

So I've compiled a list of pets in clothes photos for your viewing pleasure - since it clearly wasn't for their pleasure:

Oh... and we dressed Menush up, too.

One True Love

Lets not skirt around it, that's a silly title.  But it's true.  There has been one major love in my family history that seems to strike at least one every generation.  That love is photography.  I love it.  My dad loves it.  Our ancestors have loved it.  We have so many pictures of family through the years that I feel like I personaly know each and every one of them.  We even have pictures of somsone's livingroom from the turn of the century - long before bored people turned the camera towards random crap in their home.  Can you imagine how much that cost - a picture of a rocking chair, a rug and a screen?  It's silly, but I still love it because it makes me feel closer to them.  When I was a kiddo I took SO MANY pictures of my room.  This picture of a poster of Dr. Evil will surely mean something to me some day down the line.  Nope.
But I've gotten away from my point.  Basically I've always been surrounded by pictures of the people I came from - on my dad's side at least.  Cameras weren't as popular in the Bahamas, I guess, or they were too expensive.  We don't have many pictures of my mom's side past her parents.
Since I don't have much news on the baby front except for the simple fact of NO BABY, here are some pictures of my ancestors as spotted on my Flickr photostream.  I'll do my best to name each one:

Phylis

Meet the Family

This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good.

 -Stitch from Lilo and Stitch

And by family I mean myself and Ryan - and the pets of course, but this is about us!  Because I don't have any pictures of our someday baby, here are our baby pictures.

Ryan:

I can only hope our kid ends up with such luscious lips.