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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Birthday's-A-Plenty

Seems like February is a big birthday month. Paul, Natalie, Amelia, Larisa, Rachel, Brooke, Gus...the list goes on and on.

This past weekend we celebrated two of the aforementioned.

Friday night we had a Kool Kitty Kat party for Natalie.


Check out the sweet treats Candice made- in true feline fashion.


I found this sweet frame at a second-hand store for Nat.


And yep, that's a real horseshoe.


Then it was off to the movies to watch this, which was delightfully creepy.


Saturday I had a meeting in San Diego.


Every apartment/condo/home needs this picture on the bills wall. Makes paying bills a lot easier when you've got Jackie Moon to look at.


Buster, who's a bilingual dog. I mean, living in San Diego, you gotta be.


Sunday marked Amelia's birthday and we celebrated it at Buca di Beppo and Disneyland, but not before we messed around with our new Franken-mini-bike.


Bryan, aka Barstow- not only did he order the girliest drink at the bar, but he drank it as if it were The Blood of Christ. (Amen.)






OK I swear, she like the Prince shirt I got her, even though look on her face may say otherwise.


Then it was off to Disneyland, where in true Amelia form, she forgets her D-land ID and has to have poor Cynthia sign her and Nathan in. Since it's her birthday, she'll get a mulligan.


Best. Bald Spot. Ever.


Here are a few of our takes on....

Hysterical Beatles fans.



The Mona Lisa.



Saying goodbye to President Bush.



The Brady Bunch escalator scene.



And of course, Buddy Holly! (except for Nathan)



After the ride we wondered why the water decided to stay in Nate's nether regions.


If someone can tell me what kind of hat this is and where I can find it, there's a reward waiting for you. Seriously.


Apparently Nat's, Yovie's, and Nate's screaming doesn't bother Bryan a bit...


...but the sad, burdening reality that he is Irish gets him where it hurts the most. I mean really, Disney- why stop there? Where are the Lucky Charms?


For some reason I thought this was funny.


On a side note, how great would it be if we made it's a small world historically accurate? You know, instead of those two in the above picture smiling, how about we have the cowboy hand him a bottle of whiskey. Or if we showed our atomic bombings on Japan. What about the Middle East conflicts? We can have Israel and Pakistan shoot missiles back and forth across the flume- couldn't you see the excitement in a child's face seeing all the fireworks?

Anyway, happy birthday to my good friends Natalie and Amelia! Here's to plenty more!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

New Year's Eve / The Rose Parade Blog

[WARNING: PICTURE HEAVY!!]

Just hours after leaving this party...





...it was driving on the 210 to Pasadena to get a good spot for the Rose Parade.

Freezing.


Still Freezing.


I dozed off for a second and, for a moment, thought I was in some sort of alternate bizarro 2009.

Penny Farthings?


Baby police officers?


Absurdly, implausible, incontheivable, preposterous lines to the potty?


Signs in the sky?


Am I in the 90's?


And then I realized that all was fine. I'm just crazy Joe Paterno.


Check out this truck with bleachers built into the bed. Genious!


Amelia scoping out the parade route.


You know it's official when this thing flies overhead....


...and when the 9/11 conspiracy theorists march down the parade route. Ladies and gentlemen, we're ready for a parade!


Here are some assorted pictures of the parade.





Was secretly hoping this was a Rick Roll.





My running horse count.


I guess you've got automatic parade credentials if you've won medals at the Olympics...


...or if you've had sex in multiple cities.





By the way, I hate how most of my pictures (because of my vantage point) are sponsored by Vons. I hate Vons.

The Hellen Keller float, sponsored by Vons.





Can somebody tell the USC Trojan that Birkenstocks were cool about 15 years ago?


USC Marching Band- edgy because they wear sunglasses.


The real Sex in the City girls.


Over the course of the parade there were several people I had in mind while taking photographs. Listed below are the people I thought of when I took the picture.

Joemm.


Bryan.


Paul.


Joemm.


Tony.


Tony.


Tony.


Tony.


Tony.


Fourbro.


Fourbro.


Darren Sproles.


Nick. (Christensen)


Paul.


Yovanica, Natalie, Jen, Amelia, Candice, Larv, and everyone else who watched this episode.


Gotti.


My right calf.


Peter Griffin.


Ace.


Anna Gropp.


Danny B.


Ok. Done with the picture associations. Back to the parade.

Sesame Street!


Bob! One of the four original cast members!


Boo yeah!


All of a sudden I couldn't understand why there was such a deafening roar...



...and then I got it.


Sweetest band helmets ever.


HB.


Burbank.


And then, all of a sudden I hear The Hustle playing.



For a minute I didn't even realize whose float it was until I saw this familiar face blowing me a kiss...



Highest. Dorothty. Ever. Even Toto's baked.


He was yelling out, "Free candy!"


Death Picture Number One- more crowded than that 80's band.


Final count? 199 horses. Boo yeah.


Death Picture Number 2- stacked parking equals freak out.


My final thoughts? It probably would have been better watching this at home. Maybe that's why I haven't been here since I was 7.

Hope everyone's New Year rang in well, and I wish everyone a very prosperous 2009!

-THE BEAR DEN-













































Tony.