In Real Life: Week 38

Our week 38 has been a big one! Lots of photos to share, so let’s jump in!

Showing that Bronco spirit.

Blue and orange FOR LIFE.


It looks like totchos are going to be in our regular Sunday rotation now, lol.

Plus rum and coke (zero).

Somebody forgot to close the bag on on the sourdough bread, so I made croutons. Pretty damn tasty, if I may say so myself.

Mountain View having a good cloud day.

I feel ya, buddy.


This boy is learning how to drink out of real cups these days. So of course he’s been trying to drink the bath water.

Starbucks date with my boys before school.

Take a book, leave a book.

I think I may have found my new favorite store this week.

Maybe these guys can help me learn how to finally keep a damn succulent alive, lol.

They have a place to let you make your own arrangements… and workshops, too!

Jamesy is really turning into an amazing big brother.

I really hope they stay close as they get older.

I don’t know what it says, but I like the way it’s written.

Tattoo time!

Waiting for my guy to set up all the stuff for my session and listening to the buzz of a tattoo gun in the other room and trying not to freak out.

I had a moment of panic when he said we were getting started, but once we got going it really wasn’t too bad. We were done with the outline before I even knew it!

The view from the table. I spent a lot of time meditating through the pain or just plain spacing out.

Tools of the trade.

Shading done, and onto color.

This was at the end of about hour 2. It was really starting to get sore about this point.

I got well-acquainted with all the artwork in this corner.

The master, at work.

Thank you for talking me through the toughest parts of that last hour, Edu.


Four hours later, we were done!

I won’t lie… doing it all in one sitting was pretty hard. I was very sore by the end, and when I stood up from the table I felt pretty sick. But now I feel just a little bit tougher and more badass. 😉

And I am SO happy with how it turned out! Edu is truly a master, and I’d highly recommend him to anyone in the Santa Cruz area who wants some ink.

Another early morning.

Back up in Mountain Ranch to say farewell to Don one last time.

Daddy’s boy.

Note to self: if you give red licorice to a baby, he will end up looking like Chucky.

We all took a sip of some of Don’s last batch of Syrah Port. He was a damn good wine maker.

In fact, he won quite a few awards for his winemaking skills over the years.

I didn’t know this until this weekend, but he was also in the Air Force. An honor guard was even present to play Taps for him and present his flag to Mona. (Side note: what a handsome young man!)

He loved Mona so much.

It was obvious in every photo and every story that anyone had to share about the two of them.

Don also loved elephants, and had a large collection of them. We brought a few of them home with us, including this adorable one.

We also brought home this amazing painting that Robbie’s sister did a few years ago, of Don and James. It’s now hanging in our living room.

The service was beautiful. So many funny and heartwarming stories were shared. Don was (and still is) so loved.

It was held at an old community hall that reminded me a lot of Oreana.

It was the kind of place that was just made to have kids running around in it.

With that same old wild west charm.

These two aren’t related at all. Nope.

Serious guy talk happening here.

“Downtown” Mountain Ranch has some serious old-timey charm.

Damn. Wish someone had told me sooner.

Stop it with the cuteness.

After the service, a bunch of people congregated at the house to hang out, drink tequila, and toast to Don’s memory.

It was probably exactly what Don would have wanted.

Who knew an empty can could be so fun?

May we all have so many people to love and remember us after we’re gone.

My introverted brain needed a break, so I went for a walk down to the lake by myself.

Even though I never had the chance to know Don very well myself, it still felt good to sit in the peaceful places that I know he must have enjoyed so much himself, and say my own quiet goodbye.

May you enjoy the finest wine and the best fishing for eternity, Don.

Letting go is hard to do…

…but autumn is about to show us just how beautiful that can be.

May the road rise up to meet you…

…may the wind be always at your back…

…may the sun shine warm upon your face…

…and rains fall soft upon your fields.

Until we meet again….

…may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Much love.


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