Lloyd’s Day(s) of Fun

It’s a bunch of pictures if you click on this!

















day of fun
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Lloyd Sommerer is a middle/high school teacher who likes to build websites, read books, grow beards, make fun of Lauren’s prototypes and eat the sauce of the picante.
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Things not covered in Lloyd’s day of fun, and not necessarily because we lacked photos and/or movies of the events:
I guess that about covers it.
Not sure where you went or what you did (except the movie) but it looks like some fun spots to me.
If you hold your mouse (well, actually the mouse cursor) over the pictures you get a little description. Maybe that will help.
Man, for two people who so relish lying around on the couch and napping, you did enough in two days to warrant a week’s worth of napping! Whew!
PS I’m mostly envious and hate you just a little for all the fun you had.
This was also a week’s worth of posts. Yikes! But it looks like a cool weekend, dang it. I’m envious too.
It turns out that the key was ‘no expectations’. Whenever we set out to have fun, it turns out terribly. We were just ‘going to Omaha and spending the night’. Everything else just happened! Looking back, we’ve decided that this was our vacation.
You’re right. It’s a lot of good material to use up all at once, but (a) I would have just forgotten to write about most of it anyway and (b) I didn’t know how else to show how much happened in 2 days.
A comment on comment #6… An old-looking class of 1987, you say? And what year did you graduate, you young pup?
We’re going to make Brad plan our 20th reunion this summer. He won’t get to leave until it’s done and has a website.
Does that mean we can attend via webcam? I hope so. I want to prop up a picture of me from high school in front of it, so everyone will say, “Wow! Karla hasn’t changed a bit!”
Lloyd … did you hear the voice?
If you build it, he will come. Ease his pain. Go the distance.
I spy a low-salt cookbook. Shouldn’t that be in the kitchen?
The first topic in the low-salt cookbook was how to get used to the fact that food just isn’t going to taste as good. We’re not being so picky about the salt anymore.
HEY!!! I’m class of ’87. Who you callin’ OLD????
Umm…. you? Sorry!!
Oh! A college class of 1987 makes more sense!