With only 14,000 souls in our dear county, the gene pool is what some might call a little thin. Seems like about a fourth of my classmates were my cousins, and most of our families have lived here for several generations. Now, it seems like a good portion of my clients are related to me somehow, and so I get a chance to see how our genes are playing out.
Shayla is a good example. Her father is my first cousin, one year younger in school. I hadn’t spent much time around Shayla before, but I always heard the updates from her dirt bike adventures (at which Shayla was excellent) generally involving something broken or dislocated. Shayla finally gave up riding dirt bikes. Apparently it’s no fun to ride carefully. I get that about her. I really do.
So, here are some pictures of Shayla and her boyfriend of one year, Tyler (who is not a relative.)
And I know, I know, I shouldn’t post the first one, and I’ll certainly pull it if she squawks, but it is essential to understand Shayla’s general goofiness and pull to the outrageous which is not nearly as clear in “smile pretty” pictures. Besides, she did it (more than once, I might add) and I just took the picture.


