Some tunes, some videos and a lot of stuff about me, my family and my life. It's like my diary but with pretty pictures.
My gift for Lissette (Momma Bear) from me (Poppa Bear) (with a little help from the baby, we discussed it while she slept). She’s been on a caramel candy binge so I “forced” myself to eat like 6 of them so I can quilt together some fancy candy wrapper gift wrap.
It was only natural that her gift include a pendant of a little Osito to represent our baby bear that will make his debut in March 2012.
In return, I’m getting some delicious tamales for Christmas. Next year, we’re gonna have to make Gerber flavored tamales. Mmmm.
A big thanks to Kirsten Nunez for her great work on the bear pendant and getting it to me on time. I highly recommend her if you’re interested in some customized jewelry.
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
Drive Safely but most importantly Eat Safely.
But in the meantime, looks like we’ll be set up on Christmas for all the NBA games in store that day. Brand new TV is boxed up and waiting to be set up on Thursday!
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Happy Kid / Nada Surf / Let Go
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Happy Kid- Nada Surf (from Let Go)
I am officially on Holiday Vacation. I will be checking my email throughout my vacation but pretty much…No more work until 2012.
Our family threw a party since my brother and father were in town at the same time this Sunday. We didn’t take many pictures but my lady, Lissette, snuck these when she realized my friends and I were outside having drinks and being silly. I’m glad she did, she knows how much I love being in the company of these dudes.
BROmigos for 15+ years strong.
Drinking amongst las plantas.
The world is just our one big metal stage. And I don’t know why Marco kicked Jessie. No te caigas guey.
If you play Slayer, foot goes up and solo for Dead Skin Mask goes in full air guitar effect. It don’t get more metaler than a porch full of flower pots, ya’ll.
Thanks for the pictures, Nappy’ed.
With my brother, Jimmy, being in town this year, Christmas felt a lot more like…well…Christmas. On Christmas morning, Jimmy, Miraida, Nicholas, Adrian and I posted up around the Christmas tree to take note of the lovely people who thought of us enough to get us gifts and to take note of the jerks that didn’t. Just kidding. We took turns opening gifts and seeing what each other received. Everyone came up on some nice gifts and it was fun seeing the faces of the people I love the most open up gifts and mine as well. Cameras were handy to witness the violent ripping of holiday wrapping paper.
Up first was baby Nicholas who took all but an hour to destroy the ladder that rested upon the toy firetruck on this set of Emergency Toy Trucks.
Now living in Seattle, Miraida was down with getting anything warm. She dug the scarf and gloves that came via my checkings bank account. You’re welcome, Sista.
Big bro backs blue bweater (sweater).
Adrian finally got me to cave in and buy him a gaming system. To avoid him becoming a gaming zombie, it’s staying with me temporarily. Suuuuuucker.
Gifts Card R’ Us and a sweet new fly brown jacket. Now I can finally take my old Levis jizz sleeved jacket to the cleaners.
Pops opening his DVDs that he’s going to fall asleep to watching. His gift to me you ask? That white hair in the next few years.
My mom and her frame. No lloro pero senti que casi se desmayo.
Lissette, my Nappy’ed, loved the pearl earrings set I got for her. She wore two of them already and she looks lovely in them. Then again, I could have gotten her some vending machine 50 cent earrings and she’d still make them look good.
There were tons of other gifts and out of 17 only 2 need to be exchanged. Not bad. Not bad at all. Thanks to the help from Lissette and Irma, I did good with my Christmas shopping this year. And thanks to SideOneDummy for a nice end of the year bonus that helped me buy something rad for everyone on my Christmas list. This Christmas was definitely something special. Maybe next year it’ll be a Seattle White Christmas?
Oranges are good.
How do you guarantee your mother to cry when she opens her gift? Easy. You take all the hospital bracelets from when all her children were born that she still has saved, you put them in a nice frame like this and booyah, tears of joy. I can’t wait till she opens this at midnight. Under heavy pressure I came up with this idea and put it together. It’s gonna be her Christmas present from all three of us.
On another note, one of her other presents is currently in the air right now. His name is bracelet #2 on this frame and he is bringing my godson and his wife with another Cornejito in the oven. This means no more blogging and get my butt ready to go to the airport.
remember this?
Well, I fucked up. I ended up buying 17 gifts. Ala gran puchica, hombe.
Yes, them be is my wrapping skills. I’m a West Coast Wrapper, kuh.
“I ain’t buying shit for everyone” = Buying shit for everyone
Patton Oswalt - Christmas Shoes (with Animation)
Personally, I hate Christmas music. I was in the backseat of a cop car once while they purposely left the radio music on loud enough so I couldn’t hear what they were asking my cousin the same questions they had asked me earlier. And all I heard in those nerve wrecking 30 minutes of my life was cheesy as hell Christmas music. Maybe i’ll tell you kids about it some day. Do I have street cred now? No? Dammit.
