This is probably my favorite. Ahh Christmas card pictures... You see, we never actually send out Christmas Cards. Mom always forgets, and by the time she remembers it is too late. One of these years we will actually get them sent, hopefully before I graduate. Anyway, we go through the same routine every freaking time we take a sibling picture. No one can hold still. Someone is always blinking. The cat/dog/rabbit intrudes. (You can't see him, but our little rabbit Haas was hopping around on the floor in front of us. He was wearing his pink harness, and we felt that he was important enough to be in our sibling picture.) Mom has the camera messed up. Mom can't get the right angle. We are laughing at someone's bodily function whether it be a fart, burp, sneeze, or any combination of the three. And in this case especially, we make funny faces at Mom to piss her off because we are tired of sitting there. There is a quite hilarious story behind the conversation that went on right before this picture was taken, but all four of us have sworn to secrecy. Just know that it is quite embarrassing.
This is the "Like Father Like Daughter" picture. You see I am always VERY tired on Sunday afternoons. It just seems like a perfect nap time. On this particular Sunday afternoon, I was supposed to be folding clothes, and Dad was supposed to be working on his little fire report thingy, but as you can see, neither of those things are getting done. Why? Because we Stofers can fall asleep any time in any place. Some people think it's weird, but I think it's a gift. (Except for when you fall asleep some place silly like on a cement pad in front of a barn or on the deck because in those instances, you get really bad sunburns... Yes, I know this from experience.) Notice that we were both too lazy to even change out of our church clothes.
This one was taken a few weeks after Dad moved back to our Eastern Nebraska house to work on the Omaha Fire Department again. Mom and the four of us were still living in Ogallala to finish up the school year. We went out to eat, and Mom said "Kids, scrunch together so I can take a nice picture and send it to your father." Yup, this our idea of a nice picture. It's too bad that the camera cut off Rudy's face in this picture. That was quite the sight. Notice my Grandpa in the background trying to grab his stuff and get out of there before people thought that he was related to us. Not really, but that's what I would do.
"Annastazia and Rudy! Look over here so I can take your picture!" "No, Mom, you have taken enough pictures." 3 minutes later... "Mom you have taken at least 20 pictures can we be done yet?" "Alright now you've done it. You've pissed me off. I'm deleting all of them, and after that I'm only going to take one picture, so you had better make it good." This is what we chose to look like in said final picture. I was laughing so hard that I was almost crying. In our defense, we had just gotten done with 20 minutes worth of family Easter photos, and that was a long and irritating experience for all of us, including those of us who did not get breakfast and were eagerly awaiting Easter Lunch. For some reason my family is incapable of taking decent pictures. Now I realized that the majority of this problem could be fixed by the four of us being more patient and understanding, but Mom is such a difficult person to deal with when she is behind a camera. It's a very good thing that she is a pharmacist and not a photographer. Holy cow. That would be bad. I could go on and on with unsightly Stofer pictures, but I will save you the anguish.
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