Winter is REALLY here and Christmas is just around the corner! I'm so excited because I
love
LOVE
LOVE
the holidays!
AND
This is the FIRST Christmas that we've had a REAL tree! Every year I break out my little two foot tall tree:
Don't get me wrong, I love my little tree. It has wonderful memories. But I wanted a really big live tree this year!
So....
Mark took me out one Thursday night, and we went to dinner, and then we went to find the perfect tree.
We went to Home Depot: They didn't have a very good selection.
We went to one of those random tree lots: they were expensive.
We check to see how much fake trees were: I really wanted a real one.
We finally wound up at Red Mountain High School's Christmas tree lot. There we found him.
And he is perfect:
Perfect, right? That's an 8-foot tall fatty-fat. The next few days we dusted off all our decorations and I set to work making it festive.
Boy oh boy was I ANNOYED when I got all the lights on and ONE STRAND had QUIT by the time I got it on the tree. You might ask, why didn't you test them before you put it on? I DID!! But I must have knocked a light bulb loose.
After I was done being angry with the lights, I went and bought one strand to put where the bulbs were out. Here's the final product!
I love it. I couldn't be happier with it. It just now occurred to me....I still need a star for the top of my tree!
In other news, Michael's had their plain garland wreaths on sale for half off! So basically I made two wreaths for the price of one. I just pushed the flowers in, so if I decide I don't like the placement next year, I'll be able to change it.
We have the best dog. He has some funny personality quirks. Like, for example he thinks he needs a pillow for his head when he's laying on the bed...MY pillow. He's so loyal.
Last night we went over to Mark's parents house for the annual hanging of the ornaments on the Christmas tree. We thought Cowboy needed a trip, so we brought him with us, and put him in the back yard. We went inside to have a nice time. A couple hours later, we heard a knock at the door. It was Cowboy!
Ok, it wasn't Cowboy, but it WAS the neighbor across the street who had brought Cowboy back. He said that he come home and noticed Cowboy hanging out in the Faraoni's front yard.
Apparently Cowboy had gotten bored with the back yard, let himself out and made himself at home in the front yard. I'm so glad he didn't run away because he wasn't wearing his tag (shame on me for taking it off). I feel certain if someone else found him, he would win their heart fast, and they'd never give him back.
I'm glad he's such a good boy. We like him. And I think he likes us too.















































