The other ornaments

I told you I would get pictures of the other ornaments next year but, well ahead of schedule, I got them out yesterday. It's all Working Man's fault, he's the one who pulled out the ornament boxes. So here they are, starting with 2008:

This was before Working Man and I had found a common theme.


He let me pick the ornament without any input from himself.


You know how that first part of the relationship goes. It's still a little awkward and you still don't quite have all your inside jokes yet. So that's where this ornament comes from, that place where everything is still new.


This one comes from 2009, and it comes from the place where we had the chance to get inside jokes and had the chance to find a lot of common ground in western themes.


This is the one Working Man had to fix for our tree. The presents weren't hanging right or something like that, I can't even remember now.


For humor's sake, he should have buttcrack showing. That's MIL J's writing on his back.


That's my writing on the pooped-out presents.

FFR

This is...

This is Honey:

She's very cute.

This is Honey watching Twilight:

No seriously. She's watching Twilight. I tried to tell her it would melt her brain if she didn't laugh at it but she insisted on watching it. Working Man insisted we watch it to know what everyone was talking about. I've never laughed so hard at a movie. Nor has he. Honey would have laughed, if she could have. But her brain melted instead.

This is a cat at the hospital, his name if Figaro. I call him Figgy. He is one of our blood donors:

He's awesome. I love him.

This is Figgy brushing himself:

He luffs the brush. More than me. I should become a brush.

This is a sense of humor at work:

Tell me, which movie do "TPI" reports come from?

FFR

Our Christmas Ornament

Every year, Working Man and I buy an ornament together. Two years ago, we bought a snow man glass ornament with round foam balls for the snow. Last year, we bought an ornament that was partially broken and Working Man had to fix it. It was too good to pass up though. This is this years ornament:

It gets better.


Oh, oh, what's inside?!


Hey look, it's Working Man in 20 years!


I like the cow, this thing is heavy!


And as tradition, I wrote the year on the bottom of the ornament.

When we dig out the other ornaments, I'll take pictures of them too. Probably won't be until next year. We really couldn't do Christmas with the puppies. They just destroy everything.

FFR

Wanna go for a ride?

The simplicity of a dog's world. Or at least, Lucy's world. She is a great dog. She had a rough start (we got her from the shelter, they picked her up in the hood) but now she's got an easy life. She has her own bed, she gets to eat as much manure as she wants. As a bonus, she also gets to chew on rocks...a strange pastime of hers. I think her absolute favorite though, is going for a ride. Be it in the golf cart, the car, the truck...she'd ride a bicycle with you if she could, Lucy loves to take a ride. Unlike the small dogs who will claw you to death trying not to get in, she'll bowl you over for the chance to take a ride.

So Wednesday, when I had to take her to the vet for a blood draw, there was no hesitation for her. There was no second thought or wondering why she was going to the vet, or even if she WAS going to the vet, she just went.

And although it was rather chilly, I let her hang her head out the window on the side streets.


On the highway, she had to stay inside but it didn't mean she stopped looking where she was going.


And eventually, she always lays down and takes a nap.


She hates her picture being taken.


What a happy happy face!

Loving Lucy,
FFR

Road Trip

No really, that's where we stopped for lunch. See?

It's a very tasty and fun little biker bar/grill.


Most people think of biker places as dirty but this place is beautiful.


It took us ten minutes to get our freeze protectors off.


Once we got inside, it took another ten minutes to take off our coats and vests. Those were our cold protectors. Our freeze protectors were helmets, ski masks...sounds like we're vigilantes. Where's the uzi?


Then we went back outside and began putting back on all of our clothing.


Let me just note, this was my chance to put on big fat gloves with lots of padding.


Just like MIL J is doing here. But I didn't for two very important reasons. 1) If I had, I couldn't have taken anymore pictures. Seriously. I can't feel the buttons on my camera with fat gloves on.


2) Working Man here needed them more. He has to feel the clutch and throttle after all and frozen fingers don't allow him to do so. I told him, worse comes to worse, he stalls the bike but he didn't think that was a viable option. Plus, we thought we had a second pair of gloves and we didn't. They were here. Safe and sound. In the house, where it's already warm.


All in all, we probably spent more time trying to get warm enough to get on the bikes than we did on the bikes. Not really, but it seemed like it.

FFR