A Crafty Christmas.

A recent visit to Cha Cha Cha’s inspired me get crafty this season. Even though I didn’t get to  everything I wanted to do today, we got a Christmas tree, lights, and I broke out the glue gun (melting off most of my fingertips in the process) and made this sweet ass wreath.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, ya’ll.

Before.

Final Product.

Weekend Wrap-Up

This kid was given the choice of ice cream cake and flan, ate a single cookie, and drank three glasses of water. I just want to steal him.

Arthur’s Birthday. Coach Sushi & Bottomless Sake = Blackout Drunk. Vivi & Nuno’s Birthday. Eddy – The Original Cutie Pie. UCSD/Bay Area transplant parties. Sunday, Funday. Chargers fucking DOMINATE. Szechuan peppers … set yourself on fire. End.

Whoever said sake doesn't give you hangovers was a cold-blooded liar.

Wrecked. Also note my go-to drunk face. So embarrassing.

One more for the road.

Pumpkin Time!

Last night the residents of Craig’s Key carved the shit outta some pumpkins.

Halloween fun after the jump!

Birthday Weekend [Cancer Ed.]

So I was able to successfully attend 2/3 birthday celebrations this weekend. Morgan Hill was a big, fat no-go do to alternator issues (without getting into the nitty gritty, let’s just say AAA was called, sleeping in the car at 4am ensued…) but we were able to enjoy these two kiddoes birthdays, so all’s well that ends well. See for yourself after the jump!

T.G.I.F.

I’m not sure how much more my liver can take after last weekend, but I’m gonna sure try to abuse the crap out of it. This weekend consists of three separate birthday celebrations (including one dance party!) and I just hope my little body will hold out on me.

Stay tuned for the pics, because now that I’ve got a camera NO ONE IS SAFE.

Golden Hills of Doom.

A few adventurous souls dared to trek Mission Peak on Sunday.
Hilarity ensued.

Dixon takes good pictures, no?

If these were my photos I would have photoshopped the shit out of that zit.

Jamba Juice is a rookie mistake.