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...ASL for 'merry christmas'. really. it is.

Well, it was my very first Christmas with my WHOLE family this year.

In stark contrast to Christmases in previous years.....

...those occurring from 1960-78, to be specific

...this Christmas was entirely free of seething resentment, vomit and emotional dramatics. I was so disoriented.

What we did have was snow.
This is the road on the way to the Stainless Steel Amazon's house. Somewhere. She lives up in the foothills of the Cascades, which are mountains, which were also covered with snow. We saw a possum.



The possum is in the middle of this picture here. He is waving. Hello! Now right at the very end of this long valley here is where the SSA and the Lucky Bastard live. Can you see them? They are waving. Hi!!



The little town they live in was a railroad and logging outpost, pretty much unchanged since the territorial days except for shit like electricity and whatnot. Then the hippies all moved in back in the 1960's and half of them disconnected the electricity, so it's actually retrogressed. This is a shot of the side veranda of the old bachelor boarding house in the town, with a snowman. He is waving. Hi!!

Check out the icicles! These are hanging all off my daughters house, on the original old part of the structure. Same deal as my house here; the original house was a small cabin-type place and then other people came along in later years and added a bunch of rooms and indoor plumbing and whatnot. Hers has a lot more whatnot than mine, though, and these huge fucking icebergs hanging off it here.


The backyard, about 3 feet deep in snow in some places. There is no possum in this picture.


I wish I were a better photographer, because this was actually a very pretty tree that my daughter did. Mere photography could not contain it, apparently.

....for the sake of my readers i have chosen an image which reveals only a side profile of the Arborist, in order to protect you from the almost intolerable levels of kickass smokin' rockatude going on there. you are welcome.

Every single one of my descendants is in this picture here. Yes, even the little black one. These things happen. Don't hate.


Official spokesdog of Extreme Christmas 08!!!!


I cannot resist a pretty tree. I have more pictures of pretty trees and plants and shrubs and shit than I do of my family. But I figure, hey; I already know what they look like, right? This tree could explode at any moment.

You know how there's always one in ever family? Yeah. This is what I found lurking in my camera waiting to spring like a jungle puma. It seems to be a map of the Bonneville Salt flats. There's even a burning race car there off to one side. See? It's just to the right of the San Andreas fault line there.
... Your tax dollars at work. Oh yes. You all paid for this ones' college degree. Yes you did. Doesn't it make you just swell with pride? Or something?

In closing, let me leave you with an image I believe depicts the true spirit of a warm family Christmas here at Rancho FirstNations. This was what my husband found in his Christmas stocking.
Yes.
Someone gave this to my husband.
Ladies and gentlemen, let's all give a warm welcome to Jello Pig.