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Now that 2009 is here I want to take some time to reflect on 2008. I always knew 2008 was going to be a good year. I remember looking forward to it because it was 08 and 8 is just a good fucking number. It was only a year ago Ray and I were living the good o life in the rainbow state, Honolulu Hawaii.

It was almost a year ago that I started my first post on this blog, January 9th 2008. Since then I’ve written 121 post. I don’t really know who’s all reading it, but it sure has made my hand written journaling take back seat.

I cut my hair super short for the first time ever. It was kinda cute wasn’t it?

Ray got a new iPhone.

Ray and I ran in The Annual Great Aloha Run, just a little over 8 miles, and we all know eight is a good number to start with.

We voted for our first time for the Democratic Party. But just for the record, once Hillary was out of the election Ray and I voted again for our first time for President for Obama of course.

Ray bought me my first brand new computer. Mac 4 life baby!

MyBabyOurBaby Launched.

We finally found the dock where Lost, our favorite television series, was filmed at. We searched the island for it forever.

We went camping at Melekahana, our first time camping in Hawaii and Ray’s first time ever. He’s not a fan.

Rocked out at the Kokua Festival, a festival Jack Johnson puts on every year in Hawaii., my blog had become a major hit and one of Hawaii’s most popular food blog websites.

I called some lady a cunt on my last day of work, because she was.

We got to swim with dolphins.

We moved back to the main land, California first.

Ray got to meet some of my extended family.

Tried wake boarding for the first time.

Got to ride dirk bikes again.

Moved to Austin

Where we met the Semmlers, Shane’s older brother and his family and now mine.

Kidnapped Kuya Ben’s dogs.

Found the Agave Homes and fell in love.

Ray introduced me to Marcos. He works for NASA.

Went to our first roller derby.

Spent Bachelorette week in Florida with my best bud Jack Mother Fucking Dogg with a double G.

Got married, 080808.

Got my first tattoo with my old crew from V-Town.

Traveled to New York, but just for a couple of months.

I stopped eating meat.

Met Guav Mom and the Roses and I have to tell you I’m a fan. Hope we get to see them again soon.

I got to freelanced at Jimmy Z’s, thanks to Bea.

We got to be extras in Friday Night Lights.

I almost died from pneumonia.

I met the Semmler’s, the rest of Shane’s family, and now mine as well and went to my first professional basketball game. Go Mavericks!

As you can see I love recording my life and 2008 was a year worth recording. There was a lot of cherry popping going on and I got to meet a lot of people that will be in my life for the long haul. We also moved around a lot, Hawaii, California, Austin, New York, Dallas. Things are just never boring with us. I’m looking forward to a healthy, happy and prosperous year for 2009. I know great things are to come.

So we’re back from our camping trip and it was awesome.   For spending only one night there I took a ton of photos.  Ray and I got there super early and ended up exploring the area and killing time at the beach.

Ray was thrilled to find a clean toilet.  I, on the other hand was a bit disappointed.   What ever happen to roughing it?

Ona and Jen came mid day and brought the tent with them.  I don’t think any of us are experinced at the art of tent making so when it was finally up we were super stoked and oh so proud.

Yah bitches!

Soon Holly and Mark made it out so we got the fire started and grill going.

But before that I took a killer photo of Ona and Jen making sexy time.

Of course no camping trip would be complete without smores.  I love me some smores.

My baby is so gosh darn sexy.

Check out everyone’s stick compared to mine.  You know I don’t fuck around.

Anyhow, this was an alcohol free camp grounds.  I know pretty lame, but as long as we were discrete about it, like no open bottles or cans, they didn’t bother us.  By the end of the night I was pretty sloshed.  Mark and Holly brought our good friend Mary along and we all had a splendid time together.

The next morning we woke up early enough to catch sunrise.   You know you want to throw up we’re so cute.

What about now?  Are we still cute now?

Ray got over camping quick, like the next morning considering he didn’t get any sleep.  I guess the ground was too hard and there was too much creepy noise going on all night.  My baby is such a light sleeper.  I, on the other hand, sleep great.

I made some beans cowboy style, right over the fire for breakfast.

Ona and Jen slept some more.

Mark and Holly took a romantic stroll down the beach.

I swang on a rope.  If you look close enough you can see me wearing a set of two glasses, my seeing glasses and my sunglasses.

Mark and Holly kissing in a tree, K-I- S- S- I- N- G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage.

Holly and I pretend to direct a movie. I was balancing myself on one foot, my chair had no seat.

Mark found a pussy and Ray found a dick. What a pair.

Ray went on strike.  NO MORE WORK.

We had to be outta there by noon so we packed up our shit and headed to the beach next door.

Oh, I forgot to mention, the campsite is loaded with cocks.  I know the owners do this on purpose to get everyone up and ready to check out by noon.  It was the most annoying thing in the world.  I almost got to see a cock fight.  Unfortunately, it ended shortly after it started.  I wouldn’t mind seeing one die after what they put me through.

We were planning on taking Marks surf boards out and paddling them out to the near by island.  During low tide you could actually walk out to it, but it was high tide and a bit too rough to attempt.

Instead, we relaxed, drank, sunbathe, Ray practice his golf swing, we played horse shoe and then ended the day with couple bocci.

What you see here is professional bocci form.  You guys should be taking notes.

A lot of fondling going on.

Ona’s got it down.

During our game Holly impulsively runs out to the ocean. I’m like,  awe, she’s being totally spontaneous.  Nope, I was wrong, she had to take a piss.

And the winner is . . . green team, Mark and Holly!!!

That’s about it folks.  I had a phenomenal time. We definitely need to do it again.

Last Friday was my friend, Jen’s birthday.  She and Ona have been dating for about a year now and the two of them together are my favorite lesbian couple.  They’re super cute, happy and totally in love.  Anyhow, for Jen’s birthday we were all suppose to head down to Rumors decked out in our 80’s gear but Ona decided to be super girlfriend and throw Jen a surprise dinner party at Jen’s favorite restaurant, Aunti Pastos the night before.  She totally blind folded her, drove around in circles so Jen wouldn’t count the turns and figure out where she was, and walked her down the street to Aunti Pastos still blind folded.

She cut into her ice cream cake before I got a chance to take a photo.

Jen and Ona looked totally gorgeous tonight.

I don’t know half the people here.  Most of them are from Dolphin Quest, where Jen works, I believe.  I’m not in the photo because like always I am the photographer recording and documenting memories, a very respected and major role.  Somebody has to do it.

In Ona’s words, “tragic.”  One word to totally describe the way we looked that night. What made it even more tragic was that 80’s night at rumors was moved to Saturdays.  Ray warned them that there would be a bunch of old geriatrics in cages there.  How my honey knows this I don’t want to know.  Anyhow, they did confirm that there were a bunch of older people there and moved the party to Irish Rose.  I was happy to hear of this news because Irish Rose is my favorite local bar.  It’s like a big dive bar that you could actually illegally smoke in and has free live music everyday of the night.  What I love even more was that I heard the party was moving before we had left the house, so I was able to remove my skin tight leggings and leg warmers but left my shirt on because it’s 80’s but still totally fashionably sensible.

Tragic, totally tragic.

I love this photo because everyone is totally immersed in a conversation.

I love this photo because everyone is totally immersed in a conversation while my honey and I can’t stop staring at each-other.

Yes Jen is locking lips with a boy, but they’re both gay, drunk and Ona’s there so three strikes and your good to go.

Amber and Beth even made it out.  We didn’t find out till a few days later that they were both totally drunk beyond recognition.  I know, totally look sober to me, very interesting.

Happy Birthday Jen!

Hawaii’s not really known to be a place where musicians go too often for concerts.  Being away from everything, it’s kinda off course for most tours.  Usually when big name bands do happen to make it out here tickets sell out faster than pot brownies on 4-20.  Last week Incubus  had a concert They were playing at the Shell, which is a super small stadium about 3 blocks away from where I live.  Some would argue that Shell Stadium sucks balls because it’s so small and others would argue that Shell Stadium kicks ass because it’s so small.  I think it kicks ass for being located in the park so close to where I lived, that way I get to enjoy some free, live music with my friends over some BBQ, and drinks.  We’re not the only ones who do this, the park is usually packed with people when there’s a concert going on.

Ray, Shane and I came early to scope out a good spot.  We brought our boccie set and had a few rounds in before everyone got there.  Last time I played open a can of whoop ass on everyone, this time I think I came in second.

It’s smart to bring a bunch of plastic cups to events like this to put your alcohol in so the cops won’t harass you.  It’s one of those things where everyone is drinking and the cops all know, but as long as your a little discreet about it they won’t bother you.

This is our friends Holly and Mark.  They’re a super awesome couple that usually comes around when Ona and Jen do.  Mark came a little late because in attempt to find a parking spot he almost got ass raped by some gay.  He was a little traumatized throughout the night and of course we all gave him shit for it.

Ray is a very violent man.  He’s from Texas so he still pretends that he carries around a gun.

It took me like four times to get this picture right because my eyes kept coming out closed.

Jen, Ona, and friend.  I obviously don’t really know the 3rd girl all too well, since I don’t even remember her name, but she was also around the last time we had an event at the park.  Who knows maybe we’ll see more of her.

Alright, so the best part of the night was  at the end.  I don’t know why but for some crazy reason Shane had this idea to do ring around the rosie.  He actually had this idea to do duck duck goose earlier on, but no one really paid too much attention.  Anyhow, finally everyone was like sure, let fucking do this shit, draw a bunch of attention our way, and look like a bunch of stupid drunks in front of the cops.  So there was like 6 of us the first time.  We were laughing so hard and having so much fun that when we all fell down some hippie chick comes over to us and goes, “um, yeah, I was wondering if you guys were going to do that game again, and if I could play.”  We were like fuck yeah, so we gathered a few more on lookers to participate.  This time the circle had grown to be about 15 people.  It was so much fun to see a bunch of drunks playing ring around the rosie.  By the time we fell, more people came wanting to play.  So of course we we’re all like, fuck yeah.  The last and third time there were probably like 30 people, who knows.  It was one big fucking circle of drunks playing ring around the rosie. When we all fell down everyone was laughing histerically.  Some girl even managed to film the thing.  Ray and I are trying to get a copy of that video so I could put it up here and document it.  The night couldn’t have ended better.