It was one of the most relaxing weekends. I spent my time lying on the loveseat in our library reading Dracula and occasionally reading a book to Jasbaz, every once in a while answering a question from Andy about Zoo Tycoon (I just got him hooked on this game). It was a slothful weekend. We all loved it.

I don’t think we actually got anything accomplished other than converting oxygen to carbon dioxide, which we did a lot of. But it balanced out with all the work we’ve been doing recently. Like blinging out stockings, decorating trees, and scraping sidewalks.

After getting off early on Friday, I came home and decided to de-ice the driveway seeing as how I don’t like clutching the car with one hand, holding the Jas, and slip sliding to get in or out the car. Far too exciting in the morning and rather frightening in the evenings. So armed with our snow shovel and our heavy flat shovel, I got to work. An hour later I was so done even though there was still half a glacier left. But you could walk down the sidewalk and it was clear around where the car is parked so I considered it a success.

Then on Saturday, the temperature skyrockets and everything melts outside. No more glacier, no more icicles. All my hard work of yesterday compeltely unnoticeable. Thanks Mother Nature, for the helping hand.

Anyway, here is my stocking although it is not finished because the iron that we had apparently doesn’t function… so I couldn’t iron on my faerie and all my sparklies for the snow. Next year, it shall be rad.

Also next year I plan on having one of those remote clickers for the Nikon because it took ages and ages to get the camera to do that timed shot. This was a result:

Andy thinks it looks fabulous and has nominated it for our Christmas card cover next year. I think this proves my point that whenever you get Christmas cards, you can tell who was responsible for selecting the pictures.

You guys should have seen the immense amount of crazy that was our family Christmas photo of 2007. Only three people looked great in that shot, Andy, his sister, and my aunt. The rest of us?

– My father-in-law looked like he’d been sedated.
– I was completely distracted by the squeaky toy our photographer was using to get Jas’s attention (it looks like I’ve seen Peter Pan for the first time with the far off delighted look that I have as I stare completely out of the frame).
– Jas looked ill, although she did throw up all over the lobby afterward which is why I wasn’t present to select the picture since I was mopping vomit off our clothes in the restroom.
– My mother in law should have killed someone for that shot, it looked like she’d just been tazered in the back the way her eyes shot wide open and her mouth formed a perfect O. They did her wrong picking that photo.

We have a sepia 8 X 10 hanging on our wall.

It’s not right. But it’s also absolutely hilarious. Compared to the standards of last years though, this picture is lovely. Sure Jas isn’t facing the camera, I’m blocking out Gigi, and all the motion blur. But it’s still better than last year.

Note to self: mail Christmas cards! WTH.
2nd note to self: bag up Jas’s extra toys and clothes to donate