Happy Thanksgiving weekend to you, or the end of it, I guess.
Last weekend I traveled to WI, where I bonded with Dom Nem (did you take any pictures, G?!) and my sisters and cousins. Sisters:
(K and L might be a bit windburned due to sitting in trees all day, deer hunting.)
And cousins, aka Big W and Miss Lippy:
It was fun to hang out as a group!
For Thanksgiving we headed down to R's ancestral homeland. I managed to amuse Baby B for a few minutes with this book.
On Saturday R and I went to Menards to get our Christmas tree; possibly more cheaply than in my small hometown. We bought an eight foot tree for $26.
R does not appreciate the unicorn ornament collection of my youth and arranged these two to look like they were mating!
Weirdly, I came up with a crafty tree trimming idea. R and I have "competed" in many races over the years; Twin City 10 miles, Grandma's Half Marathon, etc, and we often receive medals for completing the race. I figured, why not turn them into Christmas ornaments?!
You can either cut the ribbons and tie the ends together, as I did with my triathlon medal:
Or get fancy like R did and hot glue the ends together decoratively:
To me this seems like a great way to display these medals; they're a part of our personal history, and otherwise they were sitting in drawers or hanging on a rack in a closet somewhere.
I have about eight days of teaching left in the semester! Crazy.
Hugs and snow-critters,
Wendell!
3 comments:
LOVE the ornaments. Especially the unicorns mating! Your tree almost looks as good as mine! http://domesticnemesis.blogspot.com
xx
G
The ornaments are seriously great.
I had nearly blacked out the unicorn obsession. I'm reliving it now though...that was intense.
I paid $30 for my big tree, so you are indeed saving big money. Argh.
XOXO.
Dude, are you kidding me? I think proof of lugging my ass 13 miles needs to be prominently displayed year round. I wear mine every Friday. Okay, that's a lie, and I might steal your ornament idea. The word verification for this is "konesty." What a nice oxymoron!
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