My dad - Works on his computer nearly all day long, plays chess a lot, sees hockey games, drives me to soccer (he won't let me drive except about once a week), yells a lot. He claims to care about me, but the yelling covers that up. He's been mistaken for Santa by very young kids, as the long beard and round stomach make him fit the part very well. His page.
My mom - Much more quiet than my dad, and easier to live with. She also does driving for me, and I'm thankful. She lets me drive to the high school (yeah!) every day she picks me up. An excellent cook... we have "normal" food rarely, and her food is nearly always great.
Simba, my dog - my family picked the name when he was young and looked slightly maybe posibly like the cute little lion in The Lion King. He loves to hit people with his rope, and he "guards" the house from loud sounds outside. He also prevents my brother's ferret, Slinky, from accomplishing any of his devious plans.
