Elmo and Me

I am trying to figure out why I love Elmo so much. It's almost like an obsession. I think of Elmo while I sleep, I have an Elmo shirt, he's even on my diapers. I recently got an Elmo umbrella and I can't wait for it to rain.

Emma does love Elmo. Maybe we are fueling a relationship that is unhealthy. Maybe both my wife Adina and I have a need for a fuzzy red man with an orange nose who is never unhappy.

Display of Strength

Look at me, I am hanging from a bar. My da-dee took this photo with his cell phone. I feel really fantastic holding my own weight up in mid-air, like there's nothing I can't do.

A Capozzi Moment

This dress is reversable. On one side red with white pokka-dots, on the other, white with red. I went to the Capozzi pool. Mamma Rochelle mad a house just for kids, with miniature chairs, pictures and tables. Even the ceilings are low, about six feet high. Unfortunately she didn't install mini air conditioning and my parents almost passed out.

Tina Capozzi runs a dating service for wealthy thin people. I hope when I fall in love it will be under an apple tree and won't involve Tina Capozzi.

Vacation Over

Well, I'm back in New York City. It was a never ending adventure of sun, heat, hotel port-a-cribs, late nights, red bulls and putting all my posessions through those conveyor belts at the airport. I got my grand-ma hooked on Elmo DVDs, which was easier than I thought it would be.