Christmas Eve

Remember when all you worried about was contemplating what your Barbie doll was going to wear? Oh, those were the days. . . this little one is wiped out from the stress of opening crap loads of toys. The perfect christmas.

Beach Bum

It's freaking 50 degrees outside and where do we decide to go? To the beach of course! This is what you do when someone trapped in snow finally returns to the coast and all she wants is dim sum and the ocean.

Baking Marathon

These black and white cookies (which tasted completely off) were just the tip of the baking iceberg from a 7 hour baking marathon. That's right- 7 hours, 5 dozen "everything cookies", 5 dozen dog biscuits, and 4 dozen black and white cookies. Around 1 in the morning, we were a little delirious from a cookie overdose and decided not to make peanut crisps.

Lady Gaga

Oh-my-God. . .

This was the bestest most awesome way to end the year of some pretty great concert experiences. I completely reverted to a 14 year old all over again with my fascination and obsession with Lady Gaga. I was one step away from buying a Gaga poster and pinning it up in my room. (Cue flashbacks of NKOTB pin ups from Teen Beat magazine circa 1991). AWESOME!

Bake Sale

Thanks to my friend Leslie, I am reminded that there are kids with great potential and can benefit from a little help from their mentoring program. So my little contribution to their bake sale were these little snowmen cupcakes. The kids from her school were really cute and worked really hard to raise money.

Turkey Day

Don't let these seemingly cheerful children fool you. Deep down inside, they must be as traumatized as me since this was the first Thanksgiving where we deviated from the designated turkey and/or prime rib. (sigh. . . . .) Nonetheless, I was grateful for dessert and family.

Christmas in November

Following the tragic death of my phone, my computer and camera decided to follow in its footsteps, hence the long, overdue update to my poor little blog. This first pic illustrates my great restraint during the holidays to put up my Martha Stewart tree the day after Halloween. At least I was able to wait til the weekend before Thanksgiving with the help of slave labor of 2 minors. A whole week had passed before I realized that nothing taller than 3 feet from the floor was decorated. Damn those short arms!