Tuesday, November 27, 2007

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree...

Between Nathan and my conflicting schedule, we just recently realized that there isn't going to be a day where we can leisurely go look for a Christmas tree until Dec 21st. And that's just not acceptable. It's always dark by the time Nathan gets off work on my weekdays off, I'm working this entire weekend, and next weekend I'm going to be in Boise for Christmas shopping with my mom. That pretty much limits the daylight hours where we are both able to go tree hunting. So instead, Nathan is taking an hour and a half lunch on Wednesday, and we're going to go up to my parent's property on Pine Creek to get our tree.

Here's our dilemma. We want to put our Christmas tree in the upstairs living room, where everyone can see it. But the way we have our living room arranged, the room is essentially cut in half, because it's very awkward to arrange it as one large space, seeing as the room is very long and narrow. One half has our two couches, the tv, and a book shelf. The other half has another dining table and chairs. Now if we put the tree in the half with the dining table, there's plenty of room, but it makes it very awkward for passing out presents on Christmas day. But if we put the tree in with the couches and tv, it will be fairly cramped, we won't be able to have a very big tree, yet it will be easily accessible for present dispersal. I guess we'll just have to see how things pan out once we actually get the tree.

Beyond tree dilemmas, we also have a dog dilemma. Bandit loves his doggy door, and I still fully appreciate the beauty of not having to freeze my butt off while he does his business. But yesterday Nathan put the baby gate up between the back landing and the back hallway, so Bandit could come inside without having access to the whole house, and then put one of his doggy beds in the landing for him to lay on...which Bandit then destroyed. We think he was getting back at us for delaying his dinner for an hour (Nathan brought me dinner at work). Not only were there bits of doggy bed in the landing, Bandit somehow managed to get a majority of the destroyed bed outside, through the doggy door. Maybe we should start calling the back landing The Bunker. Nathan took some great pictures, which I will add to this post in the next couple of days. You just have to laugh, because what else are you going to do? So now Bandit has to survive without the benefit of a blanket or bed in his Bunker. Oh, and did I mention he has started bringing his outside soccer ball in through the doggy door with him?

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