Christmas At Last

At least around the house.

Yes, I finally got around to putting up my sad little excuse for a Christmas tree. Better late than never right? Seriously, the only reason why my tree is better than Charlie Brown’s tree is the fact that it doesn’t tip over. But what can I say? The tree came from the K-Mart in Bainbridge of all places. If you’ve been there, you know what I’m talking about.

Anyways, I went over to my storage building during lunch on Monday to get the tree, a box of ornaments, and a box of lights. Kari came over last night to help me put everything up. Think of it as practice for next year when we’ll be hitched. In order to set a Christmas-like mood, we “built” a fire, opened a bottle of wine, put on some music (no, it wasn’t the Johnny Cash Christmas CD), and proceeded to decorate.

Here’s a shot of the final product.

A few points of interest:

• We’ve got a Stormtrooper providing back-up for the Baby Jesus.
• A 1965 Mustang Convertible.
• A picture of me in 2nd grade and Vader.
• Our Nativity scene.

I believe there’s a few more pictures in the Photo gallery as well.

The Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form.

Stackopolis.

Volume of beer drunk in China in 2005 accounted for 19.5% of worldwide consumption. Yellow River surrenders.

Teen suffers cannon blast to leg during football game. Townfolk offer heartwarming cards such as “Stay quiet about this or we’ll break your other leg”.

Second.

Cooking by Numbers.