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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

The Holidays in Few Words and Many Pictures

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I've been too busy to write in my LJ (horror!) but I do want to remember this holiday. I did lots of stuff...hence being too busy to write about it all in my LJ. I will now attempt to write a brief summary of each (no rambling, Dawn!) and post the appropriate pictures.

Sunday, November 26th (which, yes, I am aware is not in December!), we went to a farm in the Middle of Nowhere, Howard County, to cut down our Christmas tree. It's an annual tradition insofar as something done for two years now can be a tradition. This year was more difficult than most because we wanted a smallish tree that was rather sparse at the bottom, providing the least temptation to one carpet alligator. We found our tree, cut it down, and decorated it that same day. It looks a bit funny because the first two feet of branches have no decorations (ref. earlier remark about carpet alligator).

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Alex did terrorize the tree, as expected. A tree suddenly appearing in the house is simply too much temptation for a three-month-old Golden Retriever to handle. He liked to walk by and slyly grab mouthfuls of pine needles, rendering useless any attempts to scold him or "make his tomato sandwich" (our code for a spritz in the face with water). We've since caught him in the midst of temptation now, though, that he pretty much leaves the poor thing alone.

On December 1st and 2nd, we went to Hershey Park for the Christmas event. Now this is a tradition, dating back many years, though as we've moved from penury as students, it has expanded from one evening to two days and a hockey game.

We arrived on Friday night, and the temperature was 76F (24C), which is beyond unseasonably warm. There were massive thunderstorms as a result and high winds. We had supper at the Hershey Grill, our usual haunt, and then trudged on down to the park...only to be greeted by a young guy who asked, "Are you going to the park? 'Cause they just closed it."

The winds were so high that they were terrorizing the Christmas lights and everything else. They had the walkway lined with Christmas trees, and even some of those had blown over. So this left us in Hershey--not a very exciting place, outside the attractions--with nothing much to do. We did the Dumb Tour Ride, which took about ten minutes. I remembered that we had a DVD player in our room, and I thought that I had seen a Blockbuster on our way to the park....

I was right. So we went and rented Joyeux Noel. The next problem arose when the instructions on how to operate the DVD player were horribly incorrect. It took Bobby a half-hour of tinkering and pulling out the TV to switch around wires before it would work.

Alas! He did manage it eventually, and we really enjoyed the movie and ate the candy that had come complimentary with the room. The next day, luckily, was not nearly as windy, so the park opened, and we did the usual array of rides, as well as the Dumb Christmas Show. The Dumb Christmas Show is really, well...dumb. But we do it every year. It's good to get out of the cold, if nothing else. And I actually think that the 2005 show was dumber than the 2006 show, surprisingly.

And cold it was: It dropped 30 degrees overnight and was 46F (8C) for much of the day!

Hersheypark also has Zoo America, featuring animals native to American states, so we strolled through that. It always amazes me--at the Aquarium as well as the zoo--how many people practically run through the exhibits. "Yup! An owl! Yup! Some otters! Keep it moving, folks! Gotta see the elk and the grizzlies in the next two minutes!" Bobby and I always stroll through, but then, we are kind of animal geeks.

Here are a screech owl and an elk. I don't think I need to label which is which.

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That night, we went to see the Hershey Bears play. The Calder Cup Champion Hershey Bears! They won, and I was reminded that--despite my abiding love for one Alex Ovechkin--AHL is much more fun than NHL. There were three fights! Three! The game is just so much rawer, purer, if that makes sense. And Hershey is an awesome place to see a game.

A mere two days later on December 4th, we went via bus to New York City to see the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular. This was part of our Christmas gifts from my parents. We arrived around elevenish and went to Rockefeller Center to see the Christmas tree.

The ice skaters at Rockefeller Center.

The dude at the bottom of the tree, who I am sure has a name but I don't know it. Maybe it's Celebrimbor flying through a giant Ring of Power?

The Rockefeller Center skyscraper. New York is so...tall.

This is me with some man that I picked up on the street. My dad took it with his camera which explains the date stamp at the bottom. *growls at dad*

Here are some random Christmas displays and decorations that we saw outside of the city. Radio City Music Hall during the day...

And across the street...

At Rockefeller Center...

Looking down at the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree...

Next, we headed over to the Saint Patrick's Cathedral. We even went inside...and despite wary looks from all, Bobby's and my mere heretic presence did not cause the place to spontaneously combust! The cathedral was beautiful...though crowded. And we managed to lose the parents because I don't think either of us felt like submitting to a strip search in order to circle around the church a few times.

I had no idea that cathedrals were designed with typical Noldorin excess...

Inside of the cathedral...

And just outside, we found ourselves presented with the opportunity for some urban nature photography!

After that, we ditched the parents. Yes, we were that mean to send the people who had paid our way packin' with the inlaws and some of their friends from work. But we have a different style of touring, with Bobby and me preferring to be on the move constantly while the old folk...well, they sit down a lot. And smoke. And angst over where they're going and how to get there. Bobby and I just go. If we get lost, it's just part of the adventure!

We went to walk around Times Square first, and we spent a good hour in the giant Toys 'R' Us store. Outside, there was a queue about a block long that went into the store and down into the basement: people waiting to buy the Wii. (Little did I know that we already had our Wii.... *pointed look in Bobby's direction*)

The in-store Ferris wheel...

A giant Monopoly board with Wii Madness in the foreground...

The Statue of Liberty, constructed entirely of Lego blocks...

The Empire State Building--and King Kong--also made of Lego blocks...

Times Square: big and shiny!

Only two days earlier, we'd seen the real thing! The Hershey's store...

By now, we were getting foot-sore and hungry, so we stopped at an Italian eatery for pizza and salad. We had about an hour-and-a-half upon finishing before we had to be at the theatre, so we pulled out our map and saw what was nearby. The Museum of Modern Art was only about three blocks away, so we headed in that direction, managed to fenagle a student fee (for half-price!), and spent the rest of our time there. It was...interesting. Some of the stuff was really, really cool. Some of it was--in my words at the time--just silly. There was an aquarium with half-filled with dingy water and with three basketballs floating in it. We never did figure out that one. There was also a canvas that was plain white and slightly textured. But I can now say that I've seen a real honest-t'-goodness Picasso.

Next, we headed over to Radio City Music Hall and lined up for the show. After enduring the scrutiny of a typically polite New York City security guard--who was convinced that my digital still camera was a video camera--we found our way to our seats. They were, in short, awesome: in the front section, only about twelve rows back from the stage. Here's some pictures of the theatre as taken with my still-camera-posing-as-a-video-camera:

The show was fantastic, everything that it is purported to be. The music was great; the dancing was fantastic. As one who used to do such precision moves--albeit on rollerskates--I can appreciate the difficulty of what they do. And as a skater, I got to marvel at the song where an ice rink came out of the floor for a pretty impressive couples' performance (given the tiny ice surface). It was over much too fast, and then it was back through the very busy streets and to the bus and home.

Here are some shots of New York at night. Radio City Music Hall...

The crowded streets...

A light display...

Times Square as seen through the bus windows (hence the bit of blur)...

(Note the ad for Hairspray in the lower right corner. Anyone know around which city's subculture Hairspray is built? Bal'more, hon!)

On December 16th, we went to the Meyerhoff Symphony Hall to see the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra's Christmas show. This was also part of our Christmas present from my parents. My family--as should be fairly apparent--has grown fond of giving shows as gifts, which is fine by me. Who needs junk when we can all get dolled up for a night on the town?

The BSO had been billing their Christmas show--only the second annual--as better than the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. It would take a lot to compete with that, in my eyes. And really, having seen both in close succession (and having seen the BSO program last year as well), I don't really think that it's easy to compare them. Radio City centers on the Rockettes. The BSO centers on...the BSO. The Radio City program is more visually appealing: the dancing is awesome, the sets are incredible, and there is an impressive 3D segment. The BSO program is more pleasing to the ears. There was a solo violin performance of "Greensleeves" that made me understand what it means to say one's heart aches. My parents liked the Radio City show better; my mother-in-law preferred the BSO. I liked them both and prefer not to compare apples and oranges.

Then came Christmas. I've summarized my Christmas elsewhere, so I will settle for posting the pictures here.

Here are our stockings. Alex's is filled and spilling over onto the shelves above.

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And here he gazes longingly upon it, just knowing that it's for him. (And I make a cameo in my sexay new Steve McNair jersey!)

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After Bobby and I got silly on champagne on Christmas Eve, Alex decided that he was old enough for a sip.

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Before the gift-opening frenzy, here is our attractive and conservative pile of gifts. Unfortunately, we dared not chance them under the tree this year because of certain carpet alligators.

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And after they'd been opened...

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Before the damage gets bad, Alex gets started on his own version of holiday fun...

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And the damage caused by a certain carpet alligator an hour later...

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Alex enjoys his new pink squid that squeaks at the top and crackles at the bottom.

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Because I know that y'all have always wondered how sexy I am in my animal-print pajamas trying to get the dog to sit like a gentleman before giving him a candy-cane-shaped bone...

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After agreeing to sit like a gentleman, he got to reap the rewards. He'd been stealing this bone from Bobby's closet all month!

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Of course, why buy expensive gifts when wrapping paper is much more fun!?

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Alex's Mommy is a tree-hugging vegetarian, so this is the only duck he'll ever get to retrieve.

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Alex begins mauling one of his Christmas toys...

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Dawn + Too Much Holiday Excitement =

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Later...I'm not sure why Dad is raising his hand. (The fat dog at his feet is not Alex--he doesn't grow quite that fast--but my inlaws' dog Toby. Or--as he is to Alex--Uncle Toby.)

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Uncle Toby up closer. Uncle Toby is half Golden Retriever and half Beagle and mean as a dragon. Alex is not allowed to play with Uncle Toby.

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Me and best-good friend Potter pretending to be nerds. Note that we are just pretending to be nerds. Potter's Forrest Gump hairstyle and my all-black holiday ensemble surely proves that we are not.

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Another handsome man joins the group. Also known as the Rose between Two Thorns...

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(For any fans of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, the Chicago Blackhawks jersey that Bobby is wearing in this picture is identical to the one that Clark Griswold wears in the movie, right down to the name and number. Bobby watched it on eBay for some time and then caved and bought it. Christmas Vacation is an annual tradition in the House of Felagund, so it just seemed right that he should have it.)

On December 28th, we went to see The Nutcracker performed by the Pittsburgh Ballet at the Hippodrome Theatre in downtown Baltimore. I've wanted to see The Nutcracker for most of my life, so when we got the chance to go, we grabbed it. Nutcracker tickets were (surprise surprise) part of Bobby's and my gift to my parents. The other half is (surprise surprise) tickets to see The Lion King on Broadway sometime in the spring.

The performance was beautiful. I marveled at the dancing and the athleticism that it takes to perform so strenuously for so long. Not to mention that the performance--the music, the set, the costumes, and most of all, the ballet--was simply breathtaking. It was easy to become so absorbed, to get lost in the fantasy. Even the boys--Bobby and my dad--enjoyed themselves. My mom and I were bowled over, but then she--like I--has also wanted to see this for some time now.

That brings us to New Year's weekend, the 30th and 31st of December. I started my aquarist assistant apprenticeships on these days. I've written about it in better detail here in the_nautilus. To sum up my first two apprenticeships...

  • I spent a good amount of time shuffling between an enclosure that housed a 16-foot (5.3 m) anaconda and an enclosure with a half-dozen small alligators called caimans. This rather redefined "workplace hazards" for me!
  • I feed the piranhas.
  • There was a veterinary emergency involving a pelagic stingray and a prolapsed reproductive tract. (She was fine, last I heard.)
  • I met about ten baby southern stingrays.
  • I helped to feed a shark.
Anyone who knows me then knows that I love being there! Even if I have to wake up at 6:30 a.m. on the weekend!

On Sunday, New Year's Eve, after waking at 6:30 a.m., I left the Aquarium at 12:15 and drove home, donned my Ravens' regalia, packed up Alex and an overnight bag, and drove to my parents' to meet my father-in-law and go to the park-n-ride. Sunday's Ravens' game was part of both of our Christmas presents from Bobby. He got the tickets back in September, back when everyone was still saying, "Well, maybe the Ravens might make the playoffs...." And a rather wishy-washy "might" at that. After winning the division, Sunday's game against the Buffalo Bills meant more than anyone expected. If we won the game, we clinched a first-week bye during the playoffs. If we won and San Diego lost, we placed first and got not only the week-one bye but also home-field advantage through the entire playoffs.

Well, the Ravens won. So did San Diego. So we've got our bye and most games at home, unless we have to face San Diego. Then we'll play in their shop.

The game was great! I love football games: screaming till I'm hoarse, observing the "Make 'em puuuuuuunnnntttt!!!" tradition* until I'm lightheaded...yes, football games are awesome. Unfortunately, with the Aquarium and all, I could not paint my face. Next time....

*When we are defending important third downs, I have a tradition of shouting in a gravelly voice, "Make 'em puuuuunnnntttt!" until I almost pass out. Yes, it is probably stupid. Well, I'm blond. And I love my Ravens. And I'm superstitious about my sports, so I believe that it works. Giving the sign of the evil eye when the other team has to kick an important field goal also works. As does not washing the jersey until the team loses. (I just found out the other day that Bobby has yet to wash his Ed Reed jersey that I got him four Christmases ago because he's afraid to. I guess when Ed retires, it can finally go into the laundry.)

We tested out the SeaLife camera at the football game!

Before the game, fans file down the Ravens Walk.

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And it is good luck to rub Johnny Unitas's shoe as they pass. His left foot is worn completely smooth from all the touching.

(Look for the cluster of people at the center of the photo. At the center of the cluster is the statue. People literally queue in order to touch his shoe before the game.)

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Oriole Park at Camden Yards where the Baltimore Orioles lose play.

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The Ravens practicing before the game begins. If you look closely, you can see quarterback Steve McNair (#9) and tight end Todd Heap (#86).

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The full stadium during the fourth quarter before people began to file out because it was pretty much a certain win.

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The Ravens at huddle.

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The football game had been moved back from one to 4:15, so by the time that was finished, it was back to my parents' for New Year's Eve. After last year's disaster, this evening was to be much more subdued. By now, I was exhausted. I laid on the couch most of the night and talked about football, dogs, and movies with my Aunt Lois and Uncle Jim. Bobby and Mom kept me nicely supplied with alcohol, but I drank at a pace not to get drunk, lest I fall asleep. We watched the ball drop in Times Square on Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve. Dick Clark is a brave man, but he looks well, despite the stroke, I think.

On New Year's Day, I did virtually nothing. Nothing! And I enjoyed every minute of it.

Today, Bobby had off of work for the National Day of Mourning in honor of former president Ford's funeral. Of course, the cheap-ass State wouldn't give us a Day of Mourning. Bah. Though Charlie (one of the warrant officers) called me this afternoon to inform me that he would not be coming in, since he was in mourning.

"Well," I said, "since you're in mourning, I'll be sure not to call you with anything."

"Dawn, I think that you need to take a day of mourning too," he told me, and I informed him that my day of mourning had started at 9 a.m. since I did virtually nothing work-related today.

Bobby met me for lunch at Q'doba, and we went to Columbia Scuba to get our open water referrals. We will be going someplace warm in the next two months to finish these tests; then we'll be certified! We'll also be doing a couple of pool dives with one of the classes to get ourselves back into the feel of things.

In two weeks, I will be taking what I call a "weekend writing sabbatical." We are going to Deep Creek Lake in Western Maryland for Martin Luther King weekend. We are renting a cabin with some friends in the middle of nowhere. They're going off to do snow-type things like snowboarding and such, and Alex and I will be staying in the cabin to write. I can't wait. Peace. Quiet. Muses.

Well, the latter kind of cancels the first two. But I still can't wait!
  • Aww, Alex is getting so big! I showed my mom some pictures of him yesterday (mostly the ones of him carrying the book to his lair) and she couldn't stop squeeing. :D

    And I'm a dork: when I saw two of your photos of the outside of the Saint Patrick's Cathedral, I thought I was looking at my own photo gallery simply because I recognized the building! (Though your photos came out better than mine did, I think) *went to bed a little late this morning* ;)
    • Alex had doubled in size the last time we took him to the vet, and he's grown still more since then. I have a whole bunch of Alex pictures to post, including then-and-now pictures that really show the change.

      My baby's growing up.... *pout*

      And your St. Pat's pictures look just fine to me! Also, you got the zamboni on the ice rink. How cool is that? :^D
  • As does not washing the jersey until the team loses. (I just found out the other day that Bobby has yet to wash his Ed Reed jersey that I got him four Christmases ago because he's afraid to. I guess when Ed retires, it can finally go into the laundry.)

    That's what Febreze is for! ;-) All paise the creators of Febreze! ;-) I don't have any Major League Football (LOL!) jersies, I used to own a semi-sorta jersey for the Braves (had Glavine's name on it I think, and once he betrayed the Braves, I kinda... lost it), but mostly, I just have ye olde silk-screened t-shrts you buy in ye old stores... and a good lot of them are for the Vols. Albeit, technically, they're my free t-shirt I got for donating a pint of blood at the local blood bank. (Damn, the vampires haven't called me in a LONG time. I kinda miss it.)

    I will be taking what I call a "weekend writing sabbatical."

    I *so* need one of those!! But it's more likely I'll have books with me and end up reading more than writing... I think my muses have left me for the winter... Sort of.
    • You need a weekend reading sabbatical! :)

      And yay Febreeze! Bobby and I solve the problem by wearing our jerseys over other shirts so that they don't get dirty. Bobby is not allowed to observe the no-washing tradition with his hockey equipment. *gag*

      Also, I could be offered Steve McNair himself and I don't think that I could give blood. Unfortunately. :( *faints*
  • I can't believe you don't have a sparkly logo for your team.
  • I see that you and I have very different definitions of "How to have a good time in New York." I went to New York on the 26th to see my best friend, who just got a job working in the business office of the Roundabout Theatre. He can get comp tickets from the Roundabout, so we went to see the revival of The Apple Tree with Kristen Chenoweth and Brian d'Arcy James, who I'd seen in Titanic lo these many years ago. It was cute, fluffy, utterly without substance, carried entirely on the stellar performances and enormous voices of Chenoweth and d'Arcy James. Definitely not bad for free.

    As to St. Patrick's. You think that's decorated to excess. Honeypie, you ain't seen nothing yet. That cathedral was built after people learned to read.
    • I think that I could have your sort of fun in New York as well. Unfortunately, for this trip, we have just enough time that we have to find things to do to occupy it but not enough to travel far or plan anything too ambitious. Last time we were in New York, Bobby and I stupidly decided to walk from our hotel on 42nd Street to Battery Park and back. We saw the city, yes, but I also couldn't walk for the rest of the day!

      We're largely museum people, though. I could probably enjoy a show like you described, but Bobby probably would not. So we stick to our geeky museums or urban hiking, and we're both happy.
  • Golly. Now I'm pooped and all I did was look at pretty piccies & read! These are so great, hun! And you are looking more beautiful than ever... and, Alex is growing up!

    And, your LR looked more cluttered than mine after Alex got through with it! YAY! Hee hee...
    • Yep, Alex is good at ripping paper into tiny pieces! Or sticks that he finds outside....

      Yesterday, he discovered the box of paper in my office that I had set aside to be shredded. So...he shredded it for me! :^D
  • Lovely pictures! Wookit that ickle doggie!! :o)

    Didn´t know there was a St. Patrick´s cathedral in NY - it does look very similar to the one in Dublin, mind you.
    • There's a St. Patrick's in Baltimore as well. It's my grandmother-in-law's church...or was, until they switched to all Spanish services!

      But the Baltimore version looks nothing like the NY--and presumably Dublin--versions.

      Alex sends *kisses* :)
  • Wowie! You've definitely had holidays you want to remember. And the best part is that you've taken piccies of everything, which I thank you for sharing. New York looks scary to me (because I have a tendency to stay away from crowds and crowded places) but when I was looking at the pics of shiny times Square, I couldn't help thinking what Feanor would do if you took him there. I mean, you'd probably have to hold his hand to prevent him from tripping or being knocked over by cars/people, while he'd be staring up and down and all over the place, with huge misty eyes. *giggles* Heck, I'd be like that, too.

    Mom came by the comp when I was looking at the pics you've taken of your place on Christmas Eve. I showed her a sort of before and after of your gifts, neatly placed on the table first and then with the wrapping paper all ripped apart. Alex sure did his thing and mom was like: "WTF?! I'd have kicked his ass!" But then she figured it was Christmas Eve and Alex deserved to have a little, albeit messy fun. Thanks Eru my kitties are not nearly as prone to rip stuff apart and the tree isn't much of a fascination to them anymore.

    You did absolutely nothing on New Year's Day? Lol, that's better than sleeping all day, which is what I did, after working... or rather partying at work during the entire previous night. He, he, he...

    Happy New Year, Dawn, to you and your family! Many hugs as well and I hope that this year will be filled with accomplishments, lots of inspiration and a general good time. *mwah and smooch for Alex*
    • Thank you, Alina! Dawn sends *hugs* and Alex sends sloppy puppy *kisses*

      I really like New York...to visit. Never to live there; I'm a country girl at heart and always will be. I need my quiet, my trees, and my space to roam. The crowds can be nerve-wracking, I agree, but unlike the crowds in Baltimore shopping malls (for example), they actually do move, so you tend not to notice it after a while.

      And if you were walking in NY with Feanor, you'd be holding his hand already anyway, so don't bother pretending otherwise! ;)

      As for Alex, he was allowed one day of misbehavior and fun. Actually, it was as much for our sakes than his: If we gave him the paper, then we didn't have stress over watching every second to make sure that he didn't steal it, which I guarantee he would have done. And it didn't take too long to clean up, believe it or not!

      I do look forward to next year, when hopefully trees and gifts won't be so tempting to him.
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    Don't know what was more fun--seeing what you, your Bobby and Alex look like or seeing my city! I took our little Maria (the one who I told is so like your Carnistir) to St. Patrick's Cathedral last Christmas, at her insistence. It didn't combust when we went in either--pretty sturdy building I guess. My mother, however, who is very religious, was pickpocked there the last time she visited me in NYC and insisted she had to see the Cathedral. We got a big laugh out of that! Sorry--we have a bizarre sense of humor in my family sometimes. Anyway great pictures.

    • Re: Christmas pics

      So you live in NY? My hat off to you...I love to visit, but I'm too much a country girl and could never live there. We always have such a fantastic time, though. We'll be back in spring, hopefully, to see The Lion King and do more wandering.

      My mother, however, who is very religious, was pickpocked there the last time she visited me in NYC and insisted she had to see the Cathedral. We got a big laugh out of that!

      Lol! I can see the humor in that too...though I do feel bad for you mother. But as far as nice ironies go, that is right up there. :)

      (And I totally have a bizarre family too. So I understand odd and sometimes utterly inappropriate senses of humor!)
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    • Re: Wow.

      Alex and my parents' cats are not a happy story yet. KC tries to avoid him entirely. Jack wants to be friends, but Alex doesn't yet understand that the best way to greet a new friend is not by barking as loudly as he can, running full-steam towards him, and pouncing on his head!

      I hope that they can get along like your mother's dog and cats someday. When Alex settles down...a lot.

      As for Alex growing big...the first time we took him to the vet, he weighed 9 lb. The next time, he weighed 15.5 lb. When he went the other day, he weighed 30 lb! So he's almost doubled in size every time we take him! (Let's hope that he does not weigh 60 lb by his next appointment!)
  • Damn, Potter still looks good!

    Looked like you guys had a lot of fun:)
    • Potter needs a haircut...he looks like Forrest Gump with glasses!

      We always have fun, though. :)

      Take care! *hugs*
  • Awww, NYC at Christmas time! Wish I could have been there! (That's one vacation I hope I'll be able doing within the next ten years or so).

    BTW, the guy at the Rockefeller centre skating rink is - as far as I know - Prometheus bringing the fire of the Gods to Men. But considering the undeniable fact of Feanorian influence on our daily lives - the mall at the town where I'm living and even my parents' living room windows are all decorated with Feanorian stars! - I guess it might as well be Celebrimbor. ;)

    And I think it's funny that you think St. Patrick's is designed Noldorin style since I always imagined Noldorin architecture to look like a blend of Gothic (St. Patrick's is Neo-Gothic) and Renaissance styles. One day I am going to write an LJ-entry on how Noldorin First Age architecture is supposed to look like IMNSHO. Be afraid. ;P

    And now I really want to steal your sparkly black skirt. *runs away* :)
    • When you visit NY, you should take a short two-hour detour to Baltimore. ;)

      the mall at the town where I'm living and even my parents' living room windows are all decorated with Feanorian stars!

      The Washington Capitals hockey team starts their games by spinning star-of-Feanor-shaped lights across the ice! :^D

      And I think it's funny that you think St. Patrick's is designed Noldorin style since I always imagined Noldorin architecture to look like a blend of Gothic (St. Patrick's is Neo-Gothic) and Renaissance styles.

      *eyes cross* Yeah, the only "Gothic" I recognize is the sort that wears all black, fishnets, and a pound of black eyeliner.

      In other words, I know nothing about architecture! In fact, in Felakverse, I prefer to think that the Noldor had very clean, linear designs. St. Patrick's is a bit overwrought for my vision of things.

      You should totally write that entry! I'd read it. :)

      And now I really want to steal your sparkly black skirt. *runs away* :)

      Should you take that two-hour detour to Baltimore, I can show you the store where I got it. Based on what you seem to like from what you've posted (and commented about my clothes), you would find many Heroine-friendly clothes there. ;)
  • Oh your piccies of NYC made me remember my visit there. Especially Times Square where I thought: I stood there and I think I have a photo taken from that spot too. I know just silly. Only my trip there was end of June and not in December. My impression of NYC was not that it was tall, it just felt normal to me, that was until I 'climbed' the Empire State Building (I am afraid of heights so go me) and I got a great view. But NYC didn't impress me as I thought it would. Weird huh?

    And Alex is so cute!!!!! But did I see a fish tank there???? How are those fishes doing?
    • The fishies are great! We added two cichlids: an orange and another blue-black striped, but the blue-black died by the next day. (Maybe I caused that...I named her "Miriel"!)

      Maglor is still happily eating algae off the back of the tank. I wish he'd learn to do the same on the front, but he's shy, so I just scrub that away when it gets too bad. Maedhros the feather-fin catfish is huge: We call him "The Monster." Celegorm is silver and pretty as ever. Amras died (as you know), but Amrod is doing okay, as is Finwe, who is the only fish who never seems to grow.

      The community tank is doing well, though they're never as interesting to me as the cichlid/aggressive tank is. Though this morning, when I woke up, the two flame gouramis were fighting. (Looked more like they were snogging but in fish-speak, that's fighting!)

      As for NY...it overwhelmed me much more my first time there. I found myself taking it in stride this time.

      And good for you, going to the top of the Empire State Building! My mom is also terrified of heights, and she made it up there, though she did not go outside on the observation deck. So I feel for you; I know what she goes through with her phobia and how ordinary things--like stairs without backs--can absolutely terrify her. It's admirable that you both made it to the top of Empire! :)
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  • That sounds and looks like great holidays! And your dog is soooooo cute! &hearts
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