December Photo Diary

Some snapshots from December and in no particular order. I hope your Holiday was fun, filled with laughs, food and drama-free.

As much as I'd like to say during December I took a "holiday" like one of those people who go to St. Barthes or the French Alps-- you know one of those places where everyone is rich and hot, I spent mine shopping, eating, cooking, baking and hanging out with friends and family which I enjoyed. I love the holiday season but this time of year makes me a little bi-polar. I'm happy about all the festivities, then sad about those who are no longer with us to celebrate, happy about the food and goodies, then sad about all the weight I've gained, happy I've made it another year then sad about not accomplishing some of the things I hoped to accomplish.

See you next year!

It's been said many times, many ways... Merry Christmas

I hope your Christmas was just as enjoyable as mine was. I love Christmas, but I am glad it's over.
No more pressure for shopping for the perfect gift at crowded malls in suburbian hell.
No more stuffing your face with cookies and candy cane.
No more wrapping gifts.
No more trying to figure out if you were fair in your gift-giving this year.
Best of all, no more annoying commercials where the husband gives the wife some hideous, but expensive piece of heart jewelry or surprises her with a Lexus. No one does that in real life (wealthy people do not count as "real"). Commercials like that are a disservice to men and perpetuates the myth that women should be showered with extravagant gifts. This is a topic worthy of a separate post, but in a nutshell, those commercials are destroying society.

Not to sound like a complete Grinch or bitch, whichever you prefer, there are a couple of things that annoy me about how people behave during Christmas, or rather, how people are expected to behave. Why do we have to be extra nice during Christmas time or extra generous? Why can't we show that kind of compassion all year? Why can't people be cheery, giving and helpful all year round rather than emphasizing it to the point of annoyance during Christmas?

Anyway, Merry Christmas from my brady-bunch-esque family to yours.



This Christmas was very exciting for us because we have a new member of our family, my baby nephew Maxwell. Here he is at 3 weeks old on Christmas Day. He belongs to my stepbrother and his wife.

While we were having dinner, the baby starts crying and in the words of my sister, "He needs to learn how to be ignored."

He is going to look adorable in my Christmas gift. I got this onesie at a store in Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco and it was either this, a onesie with Bob Marley, one with tie-dye and I'm pretty sure I saw one with a marijuana leaf. Besides, the Beatles was a no brainer and it's official Beatles merchandise.

p.s. I kind of want to know what it's like to become a huge cultural icon that my my image and name is reproduced and printed on t-shirts and onesies. I could be like Che.