Family tree

Here are all the Maples gathered at Sam's baptism. We are only missing two kids. I couldn't begin to write a caption that names everyone, but just know that Sam is the one in the white dress.

Shooting Chuck

My favorite Californian, Amber, came to visit me this weekend. I showed her all the sights Lake Chuck had to offer. The lake, the casino, the view of the lake from the casino parking lot.

I got to impress her with our 18-wheeler booths in the whiskey restaurant, how it can still feel like hell at 9 p.m., drive-thru liquor, frog legs, alligator bites, mosquito bites, biker dives, and bars with cable spools as tables. I should really work for the tourism bureau writing brochures.



The best part was getting to clown around with Amber who will always make me laugh so hard I pee my pants.

Rush hour

Rush hour on Lake Charles.

Gangsta who?

My little brother finally flew the coop. He has his own little apartment, complete with a bass drum coffee table.

We all went over for a birthday/housewarming party, and my sisters, Khaki and Candace decided to throw up some gang signs in the kitchen behind the poster that reads, "Have you noticed you are gangster?" Don't they look gangsta?

Look closely and you'll see Meri's fruit basket, which included a cucumber, on the stove.