People who have visited my house in one week: a sociological experiment

Sometimes we joke that our house could be the feature of a television show–all types of characters coming and going, eating our food (even when we’re not home), hanging out and being ridiculous.

It occurred to me that I would, for one week, take a photograph of everyone who cycled through the house. I started on a Thursday, ended the following Thursday.

Confessions: I’m not at my house 24/7, so I know I missed people. Plus, by the end, I know I didn’t capture everyone (so many people!!). If you were there and I missed you: I’m sorry. Very sorry. Thanks for coming to my house. I love seeing you. 🙂

Anyway, enjoy.

Thursday night. Andy (yellow shirt) came over and ate two chili dogs. He spent some time making sure they were presentable. (That's my brother, Josh, next to him).
Thursday night. Andy (yellow shirt) came over and ate two chili dogs. He spent some time making sure they were presentable. (That’s my brother, Josh, next to him).
On Friday, D.J. and Graham came over to give our stuffed dog, Rupert, some company. We also played icebreakers because IT'S WHAT I DO.
On Friday, D.J. and Graham came over to give our stuffed dog, Rupert, some company. We also played icebreakers because IT’S WHAT I DO.
On Saturday Paul (right) helped this guy (I forget his name) make a science project for his high school. This is our garage. Enjoy. Let me know if you ever want to host a photo shoot there.
On Saturday Paul (left) helped this guy (I forget his name) make a science project for his high school. This is our garage. Enjoy. It’s pretty garage-y.
A staple in our house, Jumpin' Joe. For this picture I said, "Joe! I need to take your picture! For a post on my blog!" And he said, "Wait! I need to get ready! OK, I'm ready now." His "ready" comprised of finding a Sprite bottle and a knife.  Alright.
A staple in our house, Jumpin’ Joe. For this picture I said, “Joe! I need to take your picture! For a post on my blog!”
And he said, “Wait! I need to get ready! OK, I’m ready now.”
His “ready” comprised of finding a Sprite bottle and a knife.
Alright.

On Sunday we had some ladies over to PREP FOR MY PLAY. Also, there was a puppy. Kathryn's puppy. But Kathryn didn't want to be featured. Only Julia, Christine, and Danielle.
On Sunday we had some ladies over to PREP FOR MY PLAY. Also, there was a puppy. Kathryn’s puppy. But Kathryn didn’t want to be featured. Only Julia, Christine, and Danielle.

Conor came over on Sunday, too.
Conor came over on Sunday, too.

Skip to Thursday. We have a million people over (or maybe closer to, like, 50). Here is Christine (she graduated!) with members of her X-ray class.
Skip to Thursday. We have a million people over (or maybe closer to, like, 50). Here is Christine (she graduated!) with members of her X-ray class.
Johanna and Diana--Camino pals.
Johanna and Diana–Camino pals.
Boys playin' 4-square in our street.
Boys playin’ 4-square in our street.
Dave and his kiddo.
Dave and his kiddo.
So many couples!! EVERYONE IS GETTIN' MARRIED!!
So many couples!! EVERYONE IS GETTIN’ MARRIED!!
I MADE THEM TO JAZZ HANDS. NOT EVEN SORRY.
I MADE THEM DO JAZZ HANDS. NOT EVEN SORRY.
And then the other commencement speaker showed up with his family from Nigerian and New Jersey. And he played a quick concert on our piano. #nobig
And then the other commencement speaker showed up with his family from Nigeria and New Jersey. And he played a quick concert on our piano. You know, the usual.

There you have it. If I had been more diligent, I probably wouldn’t have accidentally left people out. But, I did my best with the funding I have.

The research has been made possible, in part, by the camera my dad bought me for my birthday a few years ago.

Thank you, thank you!

*Applauds*

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