Forgot the pie

We had a caramel apple pie served to us as well at our Sunday barbque.
Katie insisted that I report that.
Yumm.

I sure don't like pictures of myself, but here we are. I definitely have my dads face and nose. Then again, I look like my mom and grandma on both sides. Thank goodness the kids take after their dads family with the body shape!
I HAVE to lose weight or at least lose enough to feel better. My dad died from congestive heart failure and it is possible for me to have it since he did. He was always after me to shape up. I just thought he was mean, but I think he was worried. He never told me about the congestive heart failure all the years he had it. I only found out a short time before he died. I took him to the heart doctor and he fell and broke a rib outside the door, then we went to the emergency room where the told me he'd had a stroke at some point. He got pneumonia and never really recovered, so a visit to the hospital was next on the list and while there, the hospital doc gave him hours to live. Well, a week later, I moved in with him. Hospice came and helped out, then a little over a month later, he passed on.
It wasn't until he was in the hospital that I found out about the CHF. He didn't want to worry us, so he never told us. He left here in July of 2006...
Well, before I start feeling bad, I'll move on to the next photo.
That's big Mr. B and the little B. Lov "em.