There is not enough chocolate cake in all of Denver to satisfy my pallet right now.

Ooooh no.

I'm embarrassed to admit that I am actually becoming akin to some of the 'the' bands. Dan gave me "The Killers" CD Saturday Night. Mucho Gusto. Started falling into the White Stripes cliche' about nine months ago... thot maybe it was just a passing phase, but when Napoleon Dynomite hit theaters in late summer/early fall, i got sucked back in again.

As I am a fan, and soon you will be, too, our studio #25 tenants have formed The Funeral... from Austin, TX... you should expect their cd release very, very soon. maybe even a party HERE.


Brandon

and you remember Adam (middle)...


gawd dammit.

this thing that i had faught against so long is finally being worn down and i'm rockin this shit in my car. what...the...fuck.

in a genuine attempt to prove that these bands are in much abundance right now, whoever can list 18 "the" bands wins a prize (This is serious, folks. i've started you off with two:

1. The White Stripes
2. The Killers
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.

Bonus Points if you can name bands from more than one genre. (if you read the publication i write for monthly, you'll know a few more...)

comfortable!

i just saw my boss in his underwear. i'm pretending it's summer and there's a pool nearby.

i also fished out a pretty massive wedgie over at the bar next door... felt kosher doing so, until i remembered that there are security cameras everywhere, and my ass-pick has probably been documented for all eternity.

last night i ate two avacados. for the record, that's 650 calories and 62 fun-filled grams of fat within the span of five minutes. good fat; not butt-fat. i can tell, because i can feel impurities being ripped off my stomach lining as i write. feels great. less filling. still in affect this morning/afternoon.

i think i'll have another for lunch...

Suzy

click on this link. laugh. repeat.

The Walnut Room; Grand Opening

I didn't so much take pictures on Friday, but it went well. Line at the door... sardine-canned music room. Plus, i was really drunk, so I didn't take my camera.



Sara: "it was a good night. It wasn't like, 'get

drunk, throw up, pass out. i actually got to enjoy

it."



Here are some photos from the Private party last nite.

Braaaaaaace yourself, with all that you have...

Erica Brown Band shook up "The Live Room"


We danced...



(look! it's prom!)

Had our Girl Party




and Schmoozed all rock-star style



Dan and Emma made a B-line for the right frame


Boys Gone Wild


My best girl showed up:


We Danced in the bathroom:


"I'm Rick James, BITCH!"


My b(r)e(a)st Fan!


Suzy's ass is smokin' in her new, white pants:


and She's dropping out school to be a drummer for your new favorite Rock Group:


Come down next weekend for Quartus! $7...tons' o fun.

Suzy Dancing will be up soon. You will laugh. All will be well. Hope your weekend was fabulous...

sexsexsexsubliminalsexsex

i have interestingly exposed cleavage today, not so much that it's slutty... just that there is a lot of boob on my body and so a v-neck shows off a lot.... so the mexican guy that installs our toilet paper/paper towels says in an non-understandable accent, "Do you have Babies"?

Up went the paper over the chest...

furthermore...

sexysamibabe (4:35:14 PM): hot boy called me back today

drrelyea (4:36:01 PM): wooooo

sexysamibabe (4:37:33 PM): he got a job... the NOT porn one (Thank god)

drrelyea (4:38:53 PM): the porn one?

drrelyea (4:38:56 PM): uhhhh sami?

sexysamibabe (4:39:02 PM): haha. uhhhh yeah?

sexysamibabe (4:39:49 PM): i don't know what it was. some adult thing -- there was an interview -it got canceled.

sexysamibabe (4:39:53 PM): i am pleased. all is well.

drrelyea (4:40:46 PM): whoa...

drrelyea (4:40:49 PM): dude!

sexysamibabe (4:43:46 PM): dude! what?

drrelyea (4:44:12 PM): a porn interview?

sexysamibabe (4:44:28 PM): i don't know hahaha

drrelyea (4:44:51 PM): SAMI!!!

sexysamibabe (4:44:52 PM): he said he had an interview for an 'adult' thing. i was like... 'what?' and kept my mouth shut because i have no jurastiction

drrelyea (4:44:52 PM): lol

sexysamibabe (4:48:32 PM): would have been a funny story anyway:

aquaintence: So, this guy you're seeing... what's he look like?

me: Oohh... have you ever seen the critically accaimed porno flick, "blah blah blah"??

aquaintence: Yeah...?

me: well that would be him. i'm so proud.

drrelyea (4:49:16 PM): lol

drrelyea (4:49:28 PM): you really lead a non-normal life

Tonight was a Total Fat Groove. You weren't Invited.

But then I remembered a phone conversation just hours prior:

Me: I heard somewhere that guy's love the pooch. That it represents fertility and womanliness.

Suzy: Yeah... guys like roundness, and the ability to bare children.

Me: Well, there Ya' go.

Suzy: Besides, Teresa always says... why would you want to cuddle with someone so super skinny anyway? It's like curling up to a bone.

Suzy: Come on, Bone! It's Time for Bed!

woah here she comes.... watch out boys, she'll chew you up...

I feel like I'm anticipating a five-hour flight to Orlando, FL. for a family vacation to Disney World... tho, instead of leaving to arrive... i'm arriving to leave ...for home at...FOUR A.M. (the only part of this scenario that remotely relates to disney world is the fact that you have to get up at 3:30 to fly there...)! It's 5:19am and i just got home from a v. long date nite. licky for me, i have time for some american idol, waffles and oj.. and even MORE SLEEP before work. life is grand.

I know i've said first dates suck and all the like... but i take it all back. at the moment, i don't think i'd trade the feeling of that initial relationship period for a damn thing. it's like... 'damn, so this is where all my sexy confidence has been... with this other person!


i haven't been home for awhile... Monday night i headed down to ft. collins to go bar hoppin' for a girls nite with suzy. Drunken phone calls ensued... my boss made fun of me alllll day today... didn't think i was going to come in to work. I also happened to call some guy i hung out with TWICE... and he got all bitter and pissed off at me for 'walking away from him.' ok, dude... i called you to hang out a week after the last time i saw you... the phone works both ways, honey. i hate when people make fucking assumptions. upon waking this morning, i had received a text message Tuesday evening from our mutual friend.... 'you should come out.' I wonder who prompted that? GAY...

I really must go into the wonder that is dating a rockstar... but not now. i do have to mention, though... that i finally got my song. thank you, my dear. :-D

also... need to get back into a creative groove maybe, and stop being so damn personal! what the HAEL!?

i was pretty sure that i posted last nite... but now i remember... i was drunk off my ass with suzy down in ft. collins, and that all was just a big, fat misconception of mine.

accentuate the positive.

Instead of saying: I blew $150 today on groceries, a skirt, three shirts and a scarf:
I credited three VERY cool stores with my hard-earned funds!

Intead of saying: How the fuck is my electric/heating bill $107.52 when i am never home to use the fuckin' amenities!?!??!?!:
I think my cats have been having some mad disco parties to celebrate the fact that i support their fat, kitty asses. Hooray! I'm so glad I can contribute to their booty-shakin' club.

Instead of saying: You BLEEPING Idiot!!!! Learn How to BLEEPING drive, mother BLEEPER!!!!!:
I think I'll call the number on the sticker of the back of this bus and tell their company manager just how wonderful a roadster this gentleman is!

Instead of saying: Great. I wrote an extra article for my magazine that i didn't need to spend three hours stressing over:
Gee, I'm glad I had some crunched time to practice the exercise of writing! It was swell!

You get the jist...

Frankly right now, i can't think of many more. I am one happy kid... :-) but i have to credit that all to positive attitude. you want it? own it... it comes your way... drop the negative bullshit and embrace what's comin' on. holy shit, does it pay off...

on another note, i just realized i forgot to do "Thursday Night Date Night!" Maybe because i was actually out on a date of my own... with about 40 or so band boys from the studios. If any of ya'all are in Denver, come down to The Walnut Room this Friday Night! We've got a mad party: Artur Lee Land, Wendy Woo, Yo Flaco! and newly-signed Love45. It'll be a fun time!

Tomorrow night... SCISSOR SISTERS!!!

wee!

This is me Smiling:


Mostly because i just had the most fantabulous day. Hooray...!

Double Argargar

Yesterday was extremely long. I about blew a gasket at work... stressed/grouchy... i finally broke away for... 20 minutes around 5pm to go grab some food at the Market on Larimer.

I was back here at work until 7:30ish writing... only to find out later that I didn't have to write one of the articles. Doh!
I chilled up on John's couch for an hour or so... VH1 " I <3 the 90s...part deux!" :) Then Tenant Appreciation party for Soundstructure peeps. Fun times... late party.

Last night was wierd...i've always been that girl that never gets the actual guy that she wants. EVER. But last nite, I spotted mr. handsome from the weeks before (serenading boy) -- we hung out the entire night. nice kid... but i'm totally not ready to take on some kind of project...which albiet his hotness, is just not really efficient time management right now. (see, i told you to stay in the anticipation phase. i could have gone on ignorant, just knowng he was a hottie without a crapload of baggage).

Tho...I had spotted another handsome handsome kid...(and by kid i mean 29-year-old)... kept walking by him because i'm a teenage girl and apparently can't talk to boys unless approached (old-fashioned AND standing on the other side of the room at a High School dance). Luckily, he came up to me... and holy crap, he's like Matt Nathanson with Glasses. Rawr. I had John's camera... he wanted a picture of us... so now i have... three or something :) mwa ha ha.

This writing is enthralling... i know. But, it was about...a 20 hour day... i'm flippin tired as hell... I have another today, mostly full of fun things though (i.e. dinner with the grandparents... rockclimbing/drinks with Suzy and her boy toy... I told the hot boy i'd go to his show tonite... I'm energizer quality, baby.

argharharhhhh

guess what i should be doing?
writing my two articles, pretty much due right NOW for the music mag.

guess what i'm not doing?
i'm not writing my two articles, pretty much due right NOW for the music mag.

"good times!"


I"ve picked Interpol and Lyle Lovett. Swingin'! If you have any helpful facts, e-mail them to me and i'll buy you an ice cream cone. Mmmmmm... frozen milk and sugar!

grossness

In an effort to make you (and by you, i mean all of you who read this mutha and never, ever comment!), i've delved into one of my journal's from a few years back (three, now) and pulled out a disgusting, yet, pretty funny (to me and emily) entry made on Valentines Day of 2002.

What prompted this?

I'm glad you asked!



My reasons are three-fold:


1. Despite having two full-on surgeries, which require a numbing shot just before surgery with a needle the size of a small pen containing liquid thick as egg-yolk, heavy doeses of vicodin and other pain killers, and clown-toe bandages, to rip the inch long (+) nail root out of my big toe to prevent the ingrown toenail (did you know the root of your nail goes WAY into your actual toe? creeps the ba-jesus out of me), i still had problems with one of them this weekend. Sure hurts a lot less, but is still a horribly messy debacle.

2. That really grody commercial where that fungus thing LIFTS up the toenail like it's on hinges and crawls underneath (side-show bob shudder). WHY!? WHY would you show that!??!?

3. I've been thinking about all of the gross things people do but never really talk about a lot lately (i.e. butt cheese)... mostly due to a few people i hang out with on a regular basis... and i thought this would be a great opportunity to showcase said issue.

2/14/02 Valentines Day

11:12 AM: Mmmmm. Sugary bottom of the covienience store hot chocolate.
I still somewhat love hot chocolate, but i'm beginning to associate its taste with that horrendous case of ingrown toenail I had shortly after Thanxgiving. That was seriously one of the worst pains I have ever felt in my life (that i can recall). And the fact that I couldn't do anything about it, but let it sit there and be infected. And I had to walk on it everywhere, and I'd always somehow get stepped on or stub it harshly on the hardest possible substance in my vascinity.

Then I'd soak it forever, til' it was pink and crawl in bed, only to have the numbing of the hot water wear off, making it impossible for me to sleep.

I'd wear socks and all i could think about was how warm it was down there and how the small piece of fabric covering my left foot was harboring a million and one bacteria that should be working at healing my toe... but in my mind, was only making it worse.

Then there was the whole "Neosporin" episode where I applied a mastcistical amount at Sara's apartment before I left town, only to discover when I arrived in Denver that the Neosporin had actually grown into new skin (sideshow bob shudder) <--- ha. still use that.

Creepy. That shouldn't happen. I have no idea why I felt the need to write that whole disgusting discriptive about "My Left Toe" but good god! I mentioned hot chocolate, and all that other info came to mind.

On another "gross" note... my boss (who, without my knowledge, had apparently decided it was 'pick on sami' day today) told me i look like stevie nicks when she was young.

Me: "Gross. That's not nice."
Boss: "Yuh-huh! She was HOT!"

I must note that i was really defensive/touchy all day (not sure why...). but Soooo glad my mom didn't name me Stephanie... had she done so, i'd be called Stevie today...
that'd be awwwesome. to each his own tho... i've heard some wild comparrisons in the last few days (kirsten dunst, maggie gyllenhaul, stevie and that chick from punch drunk love). i have concluded that everyone is on crack. i look like SAMI!!!!

aside from some intense cleaning and laundry...

this weekend, i stayed mainly in the following

position:



how was yours?

suck

tsunami shot just before hitting Puket, Thailand.


more before and afters are here. (be sure to click the button to see before and after).
thanks to aimster who sent me the links. sad... :-(

sad

it's always pretty painful when you realize in one rare moment that all the while you're trying to truely love everyone around you... you don't really love yourself at all.

sexysamibabe: hey
sexysamibabe: do you think that anorexic people poop?
jmate715: yeah, but not much
jmate715: they've got to be pretty regular though, with all that roughage
jmate715: lettuce and stuff
sexysamibabe: hahahah

Thursday Night Date Night...

I almost forgot that it's Best of Craig's List Night! This week has been crazy with The Walnut Room finally opening, and all...

SO, for all ya'all out a'dating this weekend, another loverly post for your viewing pleasure...
this is special...

Hot Italian seeks Young Bitch to Mate With- m4

Reply to: anon-50684722@craigslist.org
Date: Tue Nov 30 11:58:25 2004

Hello, My name is Pino. I'm an Italian Greyhound that's about to be neutered. I am in search of a soft, sensual female counterpart to get busy with in my last hours as a full male. Here's a picture, so you can see how hot I am. Role playing is a must, and I am into vampires and things like that, including spikey squeaky toys and leashes. I am a virgin, looking to explore, so please, take pity on me, make a young pup's wet dreams cum true.

she ain't got game.

i am a lucky girl.

not like, paris hilton lucky in last month's Rolling Stone.



and i quote:

RS: What do you think when you look in the mirror every day?
Paris: (smiles) That I am lucky.
RS: So you know you're hot?
Paris: I don't want to be conceited. I am lucky!

No, no...Lucky in other ways...

though, God never really blessed me with the ability to play the game of love... or whatever that stage is called before you grab a first date.

This comes to my attention lately because there is the most gorgeous man inquiring about one of our studios and oooooh my gawd.

Note to anyone who has read this for a substantial amount of time (two months atleast), this is the same guy that stopped in and sang in our office corridor.

This afternoon I was down in Studio #10 working on our website, when I hear a faint knock at the door upstairs (faint from inside the studio...actually, i'm pretty sure he pounded), I climbed up out of the dungeon and into the hallway, and find mr. handsome himself.

"...Hi." (smooooooth)

He has these cute 1950s glasses that throw him back a few decades, but all the while, still manages to carry off the whole... sexy bedhead thing. he's so intriguing. and polite. and, has to be a tad dangerous if he's in a band... you know. and as paris would say, 'that's hot!'

Suffice to say, every time he comes down, I turn into shy-pants Mcgee. Most would say i am a fairly outgoing person...but man, i can be hands-down quiet/shy/speechless when i'm smitten kitten.



Presentation check: cute? nice? not too nice. semi cool. not too cool, then i come across as a snot. arg.

lucky today, i was exhausted, therefore subdued. Sportin' my Scottish-Kilt Docs, and... for some glorious reason, was having a really good hair day. go figure.

There's always some wierd thing on the days he stops by.
I.e. I'm not wearing a ring on my wedding finger, per usual routine.

Today, we were dressed oddly similar.

i pointed it out and then said, "Wierd. I never wear black."

"You look really good in it."

aaaahahaha. last time it was..."i love your hair!"

ooooh my god.
hahaha. guys never notice that stuff.

Hi. I just turned into a 13-year-old girl. i'm truley sorry for this.

he walked around with me through the studios for about 10-15 minutes...looked like a little boy as he listened intently to what i was telling him... cuu-uuute.


regardless, it was a nice break in my otherwise stressful day. i'm liking this 'something to be excited about' business.

Anticipation has always been the best part of an event.

Following through usually blows it.

I think my new favorite word is "ridiculosity." thanks for that, my fair-weather (arizona) friend.

Used in a sentence:
"The fact that I just ate 8oz. of sourcream with chips for supper is complete ridiculosity."

I thot the bag said, 'Great for Dinner!' Turns out, it's 'Great for Dipping.'

Construction!

Staying up till 3am blog-obsessing is awwwweeesome! but, it's pretty fixed. pimp, ho!

An Interesting Turn of Events

Upon doing some much-needed purging last night, I came across Toca, Jason Mraz's infamous conga man since before mraz hit pop mainstream. La di dah... i have his phone number in my cell contact list (obtained from a show in vegas over a year ago when he opened for JONNY LANG!).


I figured, a year later, he probably made a change-up, but i figured before i deleted the number, I'd call and check (not expecting an answer, but rather... a voicemail message center).

"Hey, This is Toca."

I hang up quick. Ok... still him.

Five minutes later, i'm fussing around with my outgoing voicemail message and get a call-waiting beep. Who is it?

HOLY CRAP!

I sent him directly to voicemail, where shortly after, i retrieve this message:

"Yo, What's up Sami? This is Toca Riviera. You were the last call on my telephone... SO... I'm in Phoenix... No, not Phoenix, we're in Tempe, Arizona... We just did a show here. And, you're going to hate it when you pick up your phone and find out I called back mwa ha ha ha...HA HA HA(devilish laugh)! But uh.. yeah. I do that because I CANNN!!!! PEACE!"

I called him back. He answered... we conversed for 10 minutes or so. Nice guy. Walking around Drunk on Mill Avenue. I'm laughing wicked hard here...

I was also just informed that a friend of mine (also in the music circuit) is involved in a love triangle with mr. mraz...

Now, if you were the girl in the middle... who would you pick?

Seth (solo-bassist amazing man from Vertical Horizon *early days*)


Or... Mraztastic?

And the Oscar for Film with Most Funerals goes to...

White Noise.

Don't go to this movie. Creeptastic... surrreal enough to make for a good plot, non-surreal enough to scare the hell out of you and serve as a reminder to stay the HELL away from Ouija boards, Seances and E.V.P. (check examples)

Don't fuck with dead people, man.

I had to call Suzy Q. afterward because I was scared to go home to my apartment alone. I think my scary-movie tolerance is lowering substantially on the scare scale. Not sure I can go to these anymore unless accompanied by someone a little less cowardly than I.

Suzy came to town yesterday. We went out with Dan the Man, who i had forgotten existed until last night (worked with him down at the firehouse, firehouse, let's go Firehouse Brewing Company a few years back). Such a doll (and a tall one, at that)Fun Times! I think I had, what most would call, the most gi-normous strawberry margarita i've ever seen in my life down at Jose O'shea's (with Suez), which was followed by the old-school sit-down Ms. Pac Man upstairs in the bar.

This morning, all three of us went rock-climbing for a few hours (my first time), and i'm typing this now, in fear that I won't really be able to operate tomorrow. i am so flippin' sore. it's awwwwesome.

i'm off for desperate housewives, mauhimauhi and chocolate cake with rasberries. one more note, though...

i perpetually watch the e. shows on VH1... (this fucking SUCKS!) will someone please tell me how i land the job of "pop culture expert?" that's so unfair... and something i definately need to end up doing someday. bueller? bueller...? anyone...?

Guilt Trip

This entry comes more out of guilt than anything.

I've been really exhausted all week (almost fell asleep over on my boss's couch watching movies with him and his two friends) and really am about to get in bed, but i've been trying to be better about keeping this updated daily, even if it's just a short blurb about something totally random...

So hmm... what do i interject to you today?

i have a dream [book] --- it tells you obscure meanings of symbols in dreams.

for instance...

Bay Window...looking out of a bay window indicates many happy hours to come. if the window is broken, you will move a house.

Perambulator...responsibilities will hamper you.

Dairy Maid...For a young man to dream of seeing a dairymaid busy at work denotes that he will fall in love with an industious girl whose business will be great help to him, and aid him in his prosperity in financial affairs.

i bet you've always wondered...!

So I came across one of my haphazardly-jotted dream-object lists on yellow notebook paper:
Potatoes
Car Wash
Road Trip
Vacuum
Organizing Shirts

Am wondering when/what i was doing at the time i wrote that. Apparently, neglecting opportunities (potatoes), overcoming bad obsticals (washing the car), taking a different approach to those problems (the road trip) and then.. i'm guessing cleaning up the mess?? (the book doesn't have 'vacuum' or 'organizing shirts').

Did you know you can even use your REM cycles to solve major logic problems? My aunt used to solve math equations in her sleep.

don't have a dream book? go here.

Thursday Night Date Night!

Some rely on a gut feeling. Others, on faith. But some get superstitious and carry around rabbits feet, love potions and...

A magic 8 ball.

Me? Well...I go to bed before the after-hour funfests even begin, so i stick mainly to dreaming up my ideals, rather than dealing with the real-live quality men available to me in downtown Denver bars.

So, boys and girls... once again, for your enjoyment, another CraigsList post...this week: semi relating to dating, but mostly... just really hilarious blind hope in an inatimate object.

Behold:
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My Magic 8 Ball Lied to Me. Again.

Reply to: anon-21637173@craigslist.org
Date: Wed Dec 31 11:10:47 2003

I'm starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this "magic" 8 ball thing might be a scam. I am highly doubting the magical powers of my 8 ball at this point. It has given me some really bad advice. For instance, a couple of months ago I asked it if I was going to meet someone and fall in love within the next month and it told me "You may rely on it". So I did. I relied and relied and relied. I'm all relied out because I've only met two guys in the last couple of months and they were both total and complete dicks. Strike one, Magic 8 Ball.

Exhibit number two: I asked the Magic 8 Ball if I would get the flu this winter and it told me "My reply is no". Armed with this prediction, I blissfully ignored all those flu shot offers. Did I get the flu? Boy, howdy.

I cursed my Magic 8 Ball with every curse of the English language as I lay dying in my bed from the fucking flu. Strike two.

Example number three: I yet again consulted my Magic 8 Ball regarding a man I work with. Let's call him "Fred".

Fred is approximately 75 years old and should have retired years ago, but continues to work just to torture everyone at my office. Fred is the man who told me that I reminded him of a Swedish woman he used to have sex with, except that she only had one leg. Fred is the guy who gave me a cigar for Christmas because he was "dying to see me smoke it, heh heh". Fred has not left the Stone Age yet. Last year at the company Christmas party, Fred got wasted and tried to feel my boobs. Not wanting to repeat the experience, I asked the Magic 8 Ball if he would fondle me again this year. My 8 Ball assured me that "All signs point to No". Bullshit is all I can say. Mr. Fred did so fondle me, while breathing his disgusting vodka and cigar-reeking breath all over my neck. STRIKE THREE evil 8 Ball.

I'm thinking of bringing a lawsuit against my Magic 8 Ball and the makers of it. I have even more proof that it is wrong, because I just asked it if I was pregnant and it told me "It is certain". All I can say is, unless Jesus is coming back, that is impossible because I haven't had sex since October. STOP MOCKING ME, MAGIC 8 BALL. Burn in hell.

Anyone want a used and slightly dented Magic 8 Ball?

One down...

one to go...

though, i'm not making it a priority right now. not sure i even need to anymore, and that feels pretty good.

Spring Cleaning... complete. gentleman...which one are you?

i can't even go into detail, because that'd be breaking the rules and delving into personal shit, but a light clicked on and i finally get it. man, i'm slow... took me fucking long enough.

On another note, the battery of my phone crapped out today, so i have officially entered ghetto-ville and wrapped my phone a few times in clear wrapping tape to hold it on. this is how it stays until my 'new-every-two' hits with verizon on march 27th... free's a good price.

it's also a good state of mind; and heart.

Writing?

you don't need no steenking writing!

instead... i'm about to go photo-wild.
from christmas vaca...

my second mom and "sisters," erik christopher being candid


annie banana, emma gemma showing off her festive poinsetta headware


Rock-n-roll (rockwell on trumpet), siri with the new poochie


parents (love it), me and tres, beaut-ee-ful mom-to-be


mom and i, oak and tres posing for Joey (took the photo)


the bunny (my brother) i, oak looking all james dean.


e, oakley and i's cigar tradition (started last year). this year's picture was unsuprisingly unflattering...


what i do when i'm not with family...is hang out with the gab-miester. she's a little lonely since maynard came to live with holiday and i...

so... her Festus eye, and stick-stiff demeanor (this makes me laugh...)


and gabby posing as my new mink stole...


i'll probably have more up later...lots of family to take photos of! this is just a few of 40+
Hope everyone had a great holiday vacation, wherever it took you. :-)