...are not only great lyrics to a Tom Petty song, but apparently our anthem for 2011. We are moving this month. Well I (Brett) am moving in about three weeks. The family will follow soon behind once I find a place to live.
It's time to get down to my real job. Not that I didn't love substitute teaching. In fact, my hipness is razor sharp thanks to the time I've been spending with brain-dead high school kids this last year. OMG high school is sooooo lame, right? So, since we're "so over" that, we're moving to the DC area.
I know that the District of Colombia and its environs can be a scary place for a daisy like me. I hate the thought of moving my family to a place where there could potentially be a threat to my guitars.
At any rate we are all very excited. It's exhilarating to think that all those fat cats in congress might be within earshot of my loud and often extremely violent tirades about The Iraq and Barry Obama's birth certificate.
So there it is! There is a good chance that the next time this blog gets updated, it will include info on how much we love our new lives as sophisticated east coast intellectuals (who own far too many denim shirts and still watch America's Funniest Home Videos regularly).
Here's a small but highly impressive photo collection of 2010's highlights.
I call this one Blues at Sunrise. I spent some of the hottest parts of the summer cutting weeds on the properties that my older brother manages. This pic is of a corn field across the street from a huge lot I was clearing (it's also where I would go to do number 1). I often showed up well before sunrise to avoid working through the hottest parts of the day. Also, Blues at Sunrise is the name of the Stevie Ray Vaughan album I was listening to when I snapped this on my camera phone.
This one is alright, but kinda disappointing in that it doesn't catch the essence of the cowboy boots I'm wearing at the time this photo was taken. I spent much of 2010 playing rock and roll music in some of the skeezier establishments throughout the Valley of the Sun.
This is Wes doing what he does best. Hittin the bottle and mad doggin any stranger, drifter, or pilgrim who gets too close. He started walking at 10 months (easily the worst day of 2010). 
Wes and Lindsey at the doctor's office. He has no idea he's about to get a gnarly cocktail of vaccines in a 10 second whirlwind of 4 shots. Mom is good at keeping her baby calm.
