My Christmas tradition.. I eat as much as I can. Then I turn on TBS. Then every now and again I awake from my food coma to watch a different section of A Christmas Story. Happy Holidays!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Earlier this month we went to the L.A. county fair.
It was here we found this awesome exhibit. Jurassic World! ROOOOAAAAAR!
It was like you could walk right up and pet them.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
just so happened to be spending their 4th of July at the Montrose car show not enjoying themselves. I ran into this lovely family when my friend Noah was trying to take his son on a kiddie car ride. The angry mother cut in front of him and threw her angry daughter into the ride.
She sat as the ride shook around in silence not cracking a smile once. Her angry parents stared off into space.
Later they had dissatisfying barbeque...
They finished the holiday off watching fireworks
wishing they were better.
The only reason I knew about the rest of their day is because I followed them home.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
So in honor of mother's day I decided to share a story that I've told a million times. My mom loves sharing it too. Definitely one of my prouder moments...
I was a pudgy two year old who loved his cookies.
After my sixth or seventh cookie, my mom decided I had enough.
So she put the cookies into the refrigerator...
Which was one of the best places to hide food from me -
because I was too little to open it.
It looked like I was doomed to a boring cookieless afternoon -
When I saw my window of opportunity.
My mom had fallen asleep!
Then I noticed the mailman dropping off mail! I only had seconds to react.
Quickly I grabbed the mailman by the hand, and waddled him into the kitchen to retrieve my cookies.
My mom awoke to witness my cookie victory and a slightly embarrassed mailman standing in our living room. Happy Mother's Day!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
This sounds like a bad stand up joke... So I was at the DMV the other day...
And I saw these two little kids. They were really excited to see each other and wanted to introduce themselves. But they didn't want to do the ordinary, everyday hand shake.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Spring makes me think about baseball. And baseball makes me think about t-ball. And t-ball makes me think about a little boy named, David C. David was on my little brother's t-ball team. He was my favorite player to watch. I can remember every one of David's at-bats. That's because they all ended the exact same way...
David would walk up to the tee already looking sad and dejected. Then in an unorthodox approach, David would run past the tee and swing as he went by.
Then the all the kids playing 3rd base would chase after the ball. (NOTE: There were usually about 35 kids playing the field.)
David ran down the base line.
Finally, one of the 3rd basemen would grab the ball and throw it past the 1st basemen.
David would still be making his way there.
The 1st basemen would grab the ball and go back to first base...
Still beating David there.
David would finally reach the bag already crying -
then dramatically throw himself to the ground -
completely crushed that yet another base hit alluded him.
David's mom would then assist him off the field and let him know how close he was that time.