The Grand Finale

The last of the Christmas pics, I promise.

Check out this Christmas ham! My Mama got all fancy this year. ;D


A bit blurry, but we never take those hold out the camera pics and have them turn out without one of us looking CRAZY. So, I'm sharing it.


Now, here's my Dad falling asleep story. We had guests at our house since Sunday night. My father gets a bit of nervous energy flowing when we have guests, even relatives as these were, and begins to think he must entertain and host the entire time. Let's say he began hosting and didn't stop until Christmas Eve night. He barely slept and was WIRED for 72 hours straight. After finally sitting down to eat Christmas dinner, no sooner than his plate was cleared did he begin to nod off.

Now, any sane person could be woken up and guided into a bed, or at least to cat nap on the couch, right? HA, my father is different. If you wake him up in this state he begins to argue with you like a 2 year old fighting sleep does. He insists upon going out into the garage to smoke a cigarette. So we left him.

Here I am holding him up, because he began to wobble. Note the cigarettes, we had to pry them from his fingers.


Here's Mom getting quite bored while waiting for his power nap to be over.


And finally. We call this one, 'If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em.'


He woke up a few minutes after this picture, probably because we were playing dress up with his head (he'd worn a Santa hat and a turbin at that point). And he laughed, cracked up over the pictures, and proceeded to stay up half the night.

Oh well.

I'm happy to report he does seem to be returning to regularly scheduled sleep. Thank God.

Now, I think I'm almost over the holidays. Something about 70 degree weather shook me out of it today. Although we're still watching lots of Christmas movies on Hallmark and Lifetime. In the back of my mind I'm plotting vacation. Go ahead, tell me you aren't surprised.