Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Things that are up with us

We recently gave up the ghost to our old christmas tree and bought a new one. We bought a skinny tree in hopes it would help us with our new years resolutions. Katy decorated the heck out of this thing. It looks like a festival of trees tree hopped up on goof-balls. See pretty pic below:

We attended Jakes work party at the Grand America last weekend. We had steak sirloins, halibut, and pork tenderloins. Katy had enough smoked salmon, if which converted to local currency, could have provided Christmas to a small Chinese village.




We also recently rode the infamous Frontrunner. It was smooth, quiet and kind of fun. It felt like you were on some sort of strange mini-vacation but not really, especially since your travels end in Ogden. Katy liked the mini tables and free WI-FI. Jake was a little disappointed that there were no salted nuts and half-can drinks served. Katy's parents did come to the rescue with some special snacks to keep Jake quiet and occupied during the trip.







Katy went to new moon. She is of course on team Jacob!

She with the many crazy women went to the midnight showing of New Moon. She helped out on team Alice (the character she most identifies with), to plan a convention around new moon. Here are some more pics of the event:





Santa Paws is coming to town (repeat for your enjoyment)

Twas the True Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a spouse;

The stocking was wet in the washer without pair,

In hopes that St. Chipolas soon would be there;

Jake and Katy were nestled all snug in their bed,

After work they passed out, close to flat dead.

And Katy in her camisol, and I in my G’s,

Had just settled down for a few sweet zzz’s,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what’s the matter.

Away to the window I crawled like a slug,

To check for prank kids, or maybe a thug.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

A pack of small dogs, all licking their rear.

With bone in paw, licking his lip,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Chip.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he barked, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dakota! now, Bear! now, Reeses and Einstein!

On, Jax! on Champ! on, Eddie and Lexi!

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Bones, and St. Chipolas too.

As I facebooked and blogged with no one around,

Through the dog door St. Chipolas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his paw,

The cutest little Santa you ever saw;

A bundle of chew toys he had flung on his back,

Drooling and sniffing, looking for a snack


His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a blackberry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up with a glow,

As he saw the cookies, he knew right where to go;

A wink of his eye and he flew like the wind,

On the couch, on the table, my mind it did spin;

He barked not a sound, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

He wanted to leave a mark that he’d been

But to leave that on the tree would be a sin.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a big “Woof”!,

And away they all flew right off of the roof.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."