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Christmas Cards and Weather Pictures

First of all, it's nearly Christmas. I just thought I'd put that out there for any of you that may have missed the bell ringers with their red cauldrons standing outside of most stores, the houses blazing away in a technicolor race to see who can waste the most wattage in your subdivision, and the arrival of red and green envelopes in your mail box with Christmas cards tucked away inside.

Don't expect to get one from me before Santa squeezes down your chimmeny to drop off your exhorbitant credit card balance sheets gifts.

It's not that I'm not going to send them out. I will. I think that perhaps I will be calling then New Year's Cards instead this year. So, and here's the biggie, if any of you would like to receive a New Year's Card from moi, would you kindly send me an email with your snail mail addy?

Also, one of my pictures of The Great Truck Crushing Tree has landed on the news here, where there are still thousands and thousands without power. The picture is here if you wish to see the beastie.

I may be scarce for a few days. No, it's not because I'll be out shopping. I haven't even begun that tedious chore. It's because my sis-in-law has flown in from Dallas to spend the week with us. Ho Ho Ho! Let the chocolate consumption begin! Wheeeeeeee!


  1. oh holy guacamole, pam, your DAD.
    i cannot believe how badly seattle got hammered. i've been watching the news and worrying about you all. i am glad and relieved (thought not as much as you, eh?) that you have power and escaped untree'd.
    top tip!
    have Burning Buffalo Chaos start one of his random vegetable fires and heat up your home with those stale celery stalks and flabby carrots!
    so relieved!

  2. Thanks FN. We surely did get hammered and there are still thousdands without power. It's Kuh-razy!


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