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My Collection
Not quite where it all began, but not very far into the whole obsession. c.1990.
Chris, myself, and Erin, c. 1995.
By this time I had my entire suit, and I believe is the last attempt I made to stumble about in the hot San Benardino summer head in full plate. c. 1996.
Ryan and Chris duel after the joust.
Chris, Katie, Alex, Ryan, and Sara, 1998.
Alex and myself.
Sara and Ryan, 1998.
These are my high school graduation photos.
Grad photos in Chris' doublet.
And his sword.
Kyle, Alex, myself, and Chris
Chris and I at the Santa Barbara festival, 2001.
Chris insisted we take Katie and the wee one. Ryan gladly consented as he's an uncle!
This is me...er...taking a picture of someone else jousting. One day it shall be mine. Oh yes, it shall be mine.
And this is me impersonating Don Quixote. Like the mask I'm wearing?
Okay, you've probably seen my federal loan statements and are not buying the whole horse deception. Fine, I can't afford a horse. In fact, I can't even afford a beat up old Ford Mustang. But I'm drinking milk and reading the Wall Street Journal, and one day I'll be strong and rich (and be required to give it all away by a good Christian woman and those blinking Democrats in Washington). I'll just stop now while I'm ahead. Don't want to beat a dead horse (ba do tish!).