Saturday, December 20, 2008

Whiskey the Wonder Gymnast

Silver Bells

Finals are officially over for both Joel and I, hurrah! We both had an incredibly busy last few weeks of school, so the relief of being done makes us fairly euphoric right now. I think I've commented the last three nights in a row that I would normally be doing homework, but I'm NOT because I'm FINISHED!! (The capitalized words mark the fact that I shouted them).
So now we're doing what everyone else does this time of year, finishing up the last minute present shopping, wrapping all the presents (one of my favorite things to do), humming Christmas songs and planning out what we will make for the Christmas feast. And of course, decorating our Christmas tree. It now has presents underneath it, these pictures were taken a week ago.





The extremely cold weather we have had lately created a lot of freezing fog, which has frosted all the trees in town. They really do look beautiful, and at night everything sparkles. Even for someone who doesn't like the cold (i.e. me), I can't help but love the way Moscow looks right now.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Artsy-Crafty

Last night was our church's Ladies' Fellowship get-together. It was very fun and festive, along with eating lots of yummy food and chatting, we also did some crafty projects. The first little Christmas decoration I made was a cute green yarn pom-pom. I would show you a picture of it, but alas I gave it to my cat to play with for a minute, and the next thing I knew it was in shreds on the floor. She's very vicious when she puts her mind to it. So instead I have posted a picture of the carnage. I promise you, it was a cute pom-pom in its time.



Perhaps I will make a new one, now that I know how easy they are. They sure do look cute on top of a Christmas present. The other craft is a paper Christmas ornament, shown here. So far it has escaped the ruthless claws of Whiskey, and I plan on hanging it on our tree, as soon as we get one.





Speaking of our kitten, I find it fairly disconcerting when I'm reading a book on the couch and I look up to see Whiskey staring fixedly at me from across the room. I'm not sure why this bothers me so much, but I've never had a cat who takes so much interest in me. I just try not to think about what thoughts might be in her little head. Probably none, actually.