Best Snow Day EVER!!! Part 4...

Ahhh, he melts my heart.

That's snowflake kind of looks like a dove.

Yup, no sore throats for us.

Best Snow Day EVER!!! Part 5...

Getting ready to go eat some delicious Mexican food. We're willing to risk getting in a car crash for this restaurants' food. It's that good.

He is my life.

I CAN FLY!!! Up, Up, and AWAY!!!!

He looks like he's in the production of Stomp.

Best Snow Day EVER!!! Part 6...

He's got mad hops.

So we like to jump.

"That was a good jump, huh?," thumbs up.

Dean having to concentrate on not killing us while driving in the snowstorm.

Best Snow Day EVER! Part 7...

I don't even know what this picture is or was for. But dang, my scleras are white.

EYES ON THE ROAD, HONIG!!! EYES ON THE ROAD!!!!

We're just so dang happy together. He's so wonderful.

FWEEZIN FEET!!!

9:30AM Christmas...

Ahhhh, Christmas morning. I remember the days of yore when I was a wee tyke and thought I could hear Santie's sleigh bells on my roof, and I would wake up every 15 minutes throughout the night to see if my alarm clock was illuminating the wonderful numbers of 5:00AM, a time that was early but not too early to wake up my siblings and my parents and levitate to the family room to discover what the red suited man had brought me.

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Yeah, 9:30AM was too early this year. Dean and I would have slept in until 3PM if the sun wasn't so bright. We do love our sleep. We moseyed out of bed, put on our new pajama pants, and drug ourselves downstairs to see what we had given eachother in our stockings.

Our 2 adorable stockings are over on the couch filled with deliciousness.

We just opened our last door on our little Big Lots chocolate advent calendars. Dean and I both had those growing up so we decided we are still going to get them every Christmas, and continue on with the tradition with our kids when we have them.

We only have a couple of pictures from the presents we received on Christmas because we were too busy ripping off wrapping paper and didn't think to take pictures of every present. But we were spoiled by eachother and our loved ones. My mom got us a gift card to WalMart which is wonderful. I will take a Walmart gift card any day of the year because I somehow manage to go there at least 2 times per week. Dean's mom got us a sweet digital picture frame that holds up to 2,000 pictures.

DEAN GOT ME THE DIGITAL KEYCHAIN I WAS DYING FOR!!!!!!! Chelsey was wonderful and suprised me by getting me a digi keychain so now I can have double the fun! Chels, you rock the casbah sistah!




I went to a used bookstore and bought all of the books in the Wheel of Time series that I could get my hands on. It's a series by author Robert Jordan that Dean LOVES so he was like a kid in a candy store while opening them up. I still have a few more to get him to complete the series but that will come in due time.

Adam and Lisa somehow read our minds and know exactly what we would love. Dean got a Nerf Dart gun from them, and he LOVE LOVE LOVES it! Now he tries to turn the Nintendo on from across the room by shooting the power button with his Nerf gun. He shoots the clock. He shoots our pictures. He shoots the windows. He shoots the tv. He shoots the wall. He shoots the ...you get the idea. Point being, he loves it.

And Adam and Lisa managed to find the worlds most perfect puzzle for me. Not too many pieces. It's not a realistic landscape. It doesn't have 2 sides to the pieces. It is EXACTLY the type that I love. Thank you guys! We love and miss you!

Dean hid his final present on the tree inside a silver ball ornament that opens up, and told me that I had one more present when I thought I was all done. I found where it was and he was wonderful and got me a necklace and earrings set that I had been wanting. What a sweet man.

Then on to the most delicious part of the day. The dean and chelle Christmas dinner tradition is a Raclette dinner. Now, for anyone who doesn't know what Raclette is, let alone hasn't tasted it, I truly feel sorry for you. It is a cheese packaged directly in heaven, and sent to your local grocery store. You buy a Raclette oven, in the picture it's the black double layered contraption with the red on the sides, and it has 4 triangle metal trays that you put on the bottom level to melt the cheese. And while you're waiting for the cheese to melt, you can put artichoke hearts (my personal favorite), sausage, baby corn, shrimp, etc. on the top level which is kind of like a griddle. Once the cheese is melted you pour it over a half of a red potato and put the other sides with it and it is divine. The cheese is crazy expensive but by golly, it is worth its weight in gold.

Mmmmmmmm. Great, now I'm craving it again.

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We had a wonderful quiet Christmas, the first one we have had by ourselves since we've known eachother. We opened presents, took a nap, watched tv, talked to family and friends on the phone, ate the most wonderful meal known to man together, and spent all day being grateful that we have eachother.

Dean tried to break my leg on Christmas Eve...

How can you try to break the leg of your wife who likes to suprise you by putting on a French moustache and a goatee with shaving cream just for the heck of it?

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I'll tell you how....

Christmas Eve started out absolutely ideal. I was in a great mood. Dean was in a great mood. We went shopping. We went to our favorite Mexican restaurant. I did my makeup, which is not a common everyday occurrence. All was right in the world.

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I came downstairs, and I jumped up on Dean. We have this thing we do where I run to him and jump on him while he's standing, wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me around and eventually gently sets me down. Well, this time all was well when I did that until Dean was going to set me on the floor but he didn't realize that we were as close to the coffee table as we were. He started to put me down and next thing I know, the front of my right lower leg as scraping from bottom to top on the edge of the coffee table and I feel like my skin is being ripped off and that he busted my tibia because his and my full weight is being pushed on my poor leg.

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Cue the howling in pain.

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I sat there clenching my leg while waiting for the bone to break through the skin because if it hurt as badly as it did, surely it was going to poke through and rip my skin at any second. Sadly to say, it didn't. So maybe my perception gets a little skewed when I'm in pain!? So what!

I hobbled over to the couch, and was instantly in a foul mood (hence, the above picture).

When I'm in a foul mood, Dean gets all down too. But at least he still kept the Christmas spirit by wearing his Santie hat.

Now, the finished product of Christmas Eve Body Slam 2007. I know, I know, it doesn't look like much but it has bruised more since this picture and that sucker hurts when touched.

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I've requested that next year if Dean feels like trying to kill me on Christmas Eve again, he at least does something that will land me in the hospital and gets us on the news so that we can publicly wish our family and friends a Merry Christmas instead of sending out greeting cards.

Supermodel documentary hour!!!!...

This is Brett and this is Amy. They're our friends.

They (well, pretty much Amy) took pictures of Dean and I in freezing conditions because they're good people.

They are such good people because they even managed to get 3 dead floating heads hovering above our heads without them looking creepy.

And they taugh us how to fly. What good friends we have.

No, that sparkle of dust on the left side of the picture is not my dead grandpa. But that ginormous green head in the background is. Miss you gramps.

Then we drove over to my alma mater, well, alma mater in a couple of months I mean. But that's neither here nor there. I have honorary alma mater privileges where I want. Anyways, enjoy our picture.

Then we all went to our casa, oh, and don't forget the whole Brett and Dean jumping out of the cars on the way over to help push a Ford Escape out of the middle of the ice covered road into a gas station, an everyday occurrence here. Good Samaritans. Anyways, we got to our house, and busted out the best game known to mankind. Settlers. Amy claims she "didn't remember how to play because it'd been years." Uh huh. Sure. She demolished us all both times. This picture was from my happier days.

Then I realized that I don't have a prayer and I normally win that game. I only do things I'm good at immediately. Cue sad face.

Now re-cue happy face because Brett and Amy are our friends. Happy days are here again.