Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Friday, April 23, 2010

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010


Many moons ago, Clay climbed street posts in San Diego while making fake phone calls wearing the "official dad" shirt. Everyone wanted a slice of the Clay pie.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Friday, April 16, 2010

More family photos.

Grandparents Moody.


He was almost murdered by his sister like fifty times.

This tan is unreal.

My dad.

Proof that children age their parents at an exponential rate.


Mike as Spagett!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Stacey Q

On a lighter note, there was this day when we made a background and took glamour shots with the fan behind the bar. This one's a keeper.


This is the life cycle of leishmaniasis, a flesh-eating disease carried by sand flies that i am convinced I may have. Either the doctor looks at my nose and checks me into a mental ward for overzealous hyperchondriacs, or I start ingesting poison before the face falls off into leprosy. Do not google this disease because the photos may affect our friendship.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I started to wear this dress today, but then I realized that there was nobody around to help me zip up the back of it. I can't even dress myself. I am sure they make some hook arm to remedy this problem. Let me know if you find the dress zipper-upper somewhere out there.


This is my only living grandparent. She's awesome.

She got really tired and made a bed out of those silver car-visor things. I think she was a bum in her past life.

Nothing gives her more joy than watching my brother eat.

This was like 3 years ago, so she's at least an inch shorter now.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Hawaiian punch? Really?

Big Baby Jesus.

At least they're even on both sides.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Saturday, April 3, 2010


I'm guessing this is what Stacey's baby will look like. It will come out with the Stacey Q hair-do.

Friday, April 2, 2010


I didn't really take too many photos because it requires two hands, both of which were occupied by scratching the 127 bites scattered across my body. Real mature, sand flies.

I lost about two days thanks to Benadryl.

Dad magic.


These are all pretty self explanatory.

He moved from this spot a few times.

I lived off mini bottles of wine for the last two days. This is not a first.

Check out the sign on this bar! Who would pass up playing pool with Bugs? The pool balls are literally exploding into alcohol.

This was the scene that turned out after I was robbed and successfully chased the dude into oncoming traffic on a four-lane road, thanks to the help of some motorcycle dude and eventually, every fucking police officer in the city.

This dude just made a picture of me the background of his phone. Real nice.

Oh yeah, there's a canal there too.