Dear Past,

Happy New Year Blokes! Peace and Love to '07.

Sincerely,

The Future

A couple new shots posted on Flickr

Santa apparently thinks I'm pretty nice. Or naughty. Wait a second... Anyways, I thought this Christmas card from Archie was funny because this love tattoo isn't even close to as classy as the real one on Archie's bicep.

Thank you Qantas Airlines for providing us with socks (minus the new felt add-ons) on the long flight over so that Santa might fill our stockings with Lollies. We are addicted to the Milkshake lollies which are similar to Milkfuls in that they are 45% made out of sweet and condensed milk.

Who needs a rolling pin and a cookie cutter to make Christmas cookies when you have a Nalgene bottle and a random lone wine glass. Despite the odds, including weirdo tasting butter, we will have sugar cookies, because as everyone in my family knows:
Christmas cookies without sprinkles
are like raisins without wrinkles,
like sleigh bells without tinkles
are Christmas cookies without sprinkles.

We've posted a couple new Flickr sets

Grocery stores at the mall? That's right, we have Countdown and Woolsworth, not one, but two full-sized grocery stores located in prime real estate at the mall, exactly where you would expect to enter a Dillard's or JC Penney's. Let me tell you what is weird: pushing a cart, or trolley, full of groceries through the food court, past the jewelry/belt/sunglass/cellphone kiosks, on over to The Gap where you might desire to try on a shirt while your ice cream melts. Actually they don't have The Gap, only stores I've never heard of before, but you get my drift.

Another example of stangeness, our little Mitsubishi Eterna Sava, which we are pretty sure is a Galant, has a trailer hitch. I thought this was wonderfully unique and would add value when we sell it later, until we noticed that almost all cars here have a trailer hitch. Seems to me that engine size and torque are highly overrated. I mean, please take a moment to envision the boys from Spanish Fork pulling their 4-wheelers around with a Geo Metro or the like. Should we desire to be in the Christmas parade, Archie could dress up as Santa and drive and I could be an elf in the trailer throwing out Christmas crackers (not crackers as in biscuits or white folks, but as in the poppers that have a toy inside that Americans have been deprived of.) No need for a float or truck. It's a nice throw back to my childhood when my dad would haul us kids around the field in the trailer behind the riding lawn mower in Mississippi. Gotta love it.

Oh little Star of Bethlehem! I tied this dream to the top of the tree. So far it's not a falling star.

Meet Shelly the Tree