GallBlabber: December 2010

in the mail

It's Christmas card time. I'm behind. WAAAAAY behind. I made my poor mother come over not once, but TWICE to capture a wonderful picture of me and Oozey for the Christmas card.

We started out at the bannister:

Oozey wanted nothing to do with her usual favorite spot...so we brought in Frank as a pinch-hitter. That didn't go very well either. He was trying to get down so he could go pee in his favorite corner...

"You're squishing me. I only want to pee a little. I promise."

After Frank went back out, someone decided to get on the banister:

Hmmm. Maybe some eggnog will encourage her to smile for the camera:

Nope. Just makes me look like a glutton for drinking straight out of the carton.

Which I NEVER do.

You know what? Let's just move on from that. We FINALLY thought we'd gotten the shot:

...only the setting on the camera wasn't right and it's WAY too grainy. Shirley and I gave up. But we didn't cry - even though I think we both wanted to. We're grown ups like that. Oozey pouted for a while:

So I got home from work today and we decided to try again. Here's the test shot:

Then we moved on to an Oozey shot. Mama thought she looked raccoon-ish here, so we abandoned the banister once and for all:

We tried under the Christmas tree. I brought out the bird in an attempt to lure her into the frame:

But she figured me out.

"You are ridiculous. And I am above this. And you really need to vacuum."

This next one worked in my head. Not so much in real life.

(I'm holding a treat behind baby Jesus' head.)

We went back to the chair. Now the treat's in my ear.

I can't believe I just admitted that.

Then Oozey jumped down and got back under the Christmas tree. So Mama took a picture of me. I think it's quite good, considering we were both on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

And that's where I'll leave you. We DID get a Christmas card picture...but you'll have to watch your mailbox for that one.

In conclusion, my mother is a saint.

Thank you.

Labels: critters, holiday

bugged

I think this fellow has a hidden camera in my house...

Labels: critters, holiday

happy family time

We got together to put up the tree at Fred & Shirley's house last night - or, as Shirley calls it - "Happy Family Time." We put up the tree while Fred sat in the den watching "How the Grinch Stole Christmas."

Here's the happiest moment of the night...Rachael officially takes possession of the sparkly wise man that John made when he was 6.

We got the tree set up, then realized that part of the lights on the top section were blown out. John and Rach spent a good while looking for the blown bulb...but we ended up just adding a new string of lights. I keep waiting for Rachael to realize what she's married into and run away...

Aaaaand...for good measure...here's a shot of my half of the office. We're bordering on tacky...but I think it's great. I'm plotting to leave the twinkle lights up year-round! (and yes that IS the super cool Wolfpacky Christmas tree in the window...)