Of me, by me, for me.

For Christmas, one thing my parents did for us was to scan all of our old family photos and give us a copy. I figure since most all of my posts center around me why not continue this narcissistic train.


Here is a family picture at my grandmothers house in Idaho. We a whole series of these with every bodies families. We got the Hill's, The Carlson's, And even the whole family together. What I can't figure out is why when it was the Condie's turn my aunt and uncle didn't feel the need to get out of the back ground. I am the baby.


Here is my second birthday party. I remember everything about that day. I wore my favorite red shirt. I had chocolate cake. The party was held during the day. Memories, you have to cherish them.

Me and Rags.

Brian on the left, Me on the right. I think this was the fishing trip I found a bra in grandmas tackle box. Ask me later how this is vital to angler success.


This was the last time I was photographed sans shirt(far right) until Jana got me at the water park last Nov. Jana, I hope your camera died. I do remember everybody in this picture. Left to right, Derron Walters, John Bloomstrand, Sean Miller, Erin Bloomstrand, Brian, Me.