The End of Years and the Opening of Beers

2009 came to a close with fights, shattered glass, pyrotechnics, and laughter. 2010 is already shaping up to be one for the record books. Keep close my children. Here are a splattering of holiday images.



Insanity knew no greater partners.



Calderwood's like to celebrate the birth of jesus by smashing in santa's head and wearing it like a hat.



Twas two years prior that Quynh became part of our family.



I am overjoyed to have been able to spend thanksgiving's eve with these two.



How can you possibly get enough of Quynh and David? Wait, Don't answer that.



Thank you all for coming to my humble home on new years eve. And a special thanks to the person who left a twelve pack Bud Light Lime in my kitchen.



Because lord knows that we are not picky.

Merry HalloweenMas Eve's Eve

Tis the night before Christmas Eve Day
and all through the hood,
not a creature was stirring
except a Calderwood.

The Holidays mean baking and pushing the limits of sugar consumption, so go get all cracked out and carve a pumpkin.



I present to you the Boogeyman.

Decking the Halls with Dank

My father, better known as the almighty Tom Calderwood, was purchasing a small cup of joe at Starbucks in downtown Campbell, when he was approached by one of the baristas working there. "You look just like the father from 7th Heaven," she exclaimed with a twinkle in her eye. I can only imagine the face my father made in response. Hopefully it looked something like this.



Whether or not Tom looks anything like Stephen Collins is up for debate.



Here is Tom Calderwood performing his famous "Don't Smoke Pot" monologue.

Oh by Gosh by Golly...

...it's time for mistletoe and holly. Bring some fine little honey to the nearest computer and show her The Clog. You are sure to get laid beyond belief this holiday season. I now present to you a few holiday related photographs.


If not for these two there would be no Clog. As if that even matters.


This place changes upwards of five dollars for a tube steak. I suppose it is the view you pay for, and the profound road signs.


When the weather gets shitty, the shitty get baking. Cranberry Pecan pie is the new "go to" pie, so trade me something for this heart warming yum yum.


Mountain Charlie was once known for roaming the Santa Cruz hills, beating the living shit out of bears, raping trees, and doing all things that burley men did back in those days. He is now known for sharing a name with one of Los Gatos' premier drinking locations. Drive a few miles up the road though, and you'll see the type of trees good old charlie is capable of dishing out.


December means winter time, winter time means fires, and fires mean sleeping kitties. December also means early sunsets, early sunsets mean early drinking, early drinking means early passing out by the fireplace. When you combine sleeping kitties and drunk people you get lots of scratches and bites. Tis the season my friends.

Size Matters

size matters, and in the case of daylight less is more. The time of year is upon us when the days are shorter and the the nights are colder. To many, this marks the end of good times and staying out until the wee hours of the evening. Yet I feel that these are the glory times. The times when we all must suck every last drop of life out of the day, and savor every second that the sun graces the earth with its radiant presence. This also marks the time of year when beautiful sunsets are in abundance. Here are a few photos from a day when the sunlight was not taken for granted.



The sky is ablaze.



The soothing slant of Evergreen High's parking lot.



Tis a Nugget.

Spot Check

I love fish. I love touching them, I love eating them, and I sure as hell love getting in bed naked with a couple of fine scaly flipper flopping floozies and... well... you know. When it comes to devouring sea creatures I am far from picky, but I do have a soft spot in my heart for fish tacos and other mexican seafood dishes. Dia De Pesca is located on the corner of Bascom and San Carlos and is definitely forth a visit.


Just look for this glowing beacon of hope.


A couple of tasty tacos, one breaded halibut and the other grilled snapper.



My pops got enchiladas with snapper. This sauce will turn your balls green.


What would a mexican meal be without some flan?


Tom Calderwood's expression says it all, "yah that's what's up."

Recapping and Crapping

As I sit here defecating with much joy and delight, I find that my brain is occupied with wispy leave coated images of october. With each chunk of poop comes a different memory of fall. I can see Halloween decorations adorning lawns, I can smell roasted gourds bursting from a hot oven, and I can smile knowing that good times have been had and more will surely follow. Below is a collection of random photos that illustrate the joys of october.











P.s I actually was not taking a dump during this post.