My Family

This is my family. We wouldn't quite make it into a reality show, but I guess we'll do.

My mom's name is Debbie. She is 48 years old. She is a librarian at the WM library. Some of ya'll have prolly seen her before. She's rather absent-minded more often than not, but hey... it provides my family and friends with almost endless laughter throughout the day, so it's a good thing most of the time.

My dad's name is Neil. He is 50 years old. He works for GM in Shreveport. My parents are still together, but Dad is only home on weekends.

These are our dogs. The top one is Sweetie (mine). The bottom one is Sassy (Laura's). Golden Retrievers, but I'm sure you already figured that out. They're almost 4 years old.

Our little beagle, Buddy. My mom and sister found him at the fair about to die, and we sorta adopted him that night. We think he's about a year old.

Well, we should have expected it. We get a new boy dog... we have 2 girls... naturally, we're gonna get puppies. "Retreagles." This is me at about 2:00 on Christmas night sitting in the little box we built for Sweetie to have her puppies in. She had 8 that lived. Two were undeveloped, and two we didn't know were born until it was too late to save them cause she decided to wait an hour or two after the first 6 to have the last 6. There would have been 12.

This is my sister, Laura. However, nobody believes we are even related... She's 14 years old. She is a black belt in martial arts, and can kick some serious butt! She's a sophomore at Ouachita, and is on the soccer team. (WOO HOO! GO OPHS SOCCER!) This is Laura's 8th grade spring pic. So she looks a tad bit different now.

Our church annual family picture.

You can't see all 8, but they're there. Three are black, and five are blonde. They are SO cute!

This is Hawk. He's kinda... Brett's dog... and my dad's. He is one of the black ones in the litter. See, I was gonna give him to Brett for Valentine's Day... cause Brett picked him out within a week of when they were born. But then we realized that if Brett moved to go to college at Centenary, where he wanted to go at the time, he couldn't have a pet... which would leave his parents to take care of him. So that idea just blew over. Then my dad fell in love with him, and so we ended up keeping him. So Brett still has a dog... he just stays at my house. He used to be small enough, believe it or not, to sleep in the pocket of Brett's hoodie. And on his forearm. Hawk talks a lot... mostly grunts when he moves and stuff. So cute!

This is my Blaze. I came up with the name from... what else? The blaze on her nose that goes up between her eyes. When she was born, her mamma bit her cord too short (if you didn't know, she's supposed to do that) and she was bleeding to death. So nobody in my family could tie a knot small enough to stop the bleeding... except me. So I kinda saved this one's life. Aww, how special. So I decided I'd keep her from the night they were born. She's so full of life now, it's unreal. Hyper little thing. But isn't she adorable?