Coolness

For some reason my computer has not been allowing me to post anything on the blog. Well that's not true, I can write but not post pictures which is what I would like to post. I suppose I could sit at our Mac and do it but that would require me to sit in a chair at the computer instead of on the couch with my laptop. I'm developing a growing aversion to sitting at my desk if I am not working. Somehow sitting on the couch makes my computer feel less "workish". This post however is being created on my very cool iPhone that Ricki so graciously bestowed upon me for Christmas. Why am I posting on the blog from my phone as I walk around the house? Because it's coolness. Happy Holidays everyone.

Gingerbread Houses

Ok all you ardent Parnell Blog followers. Your patience is about to be rewarded. Over the next few days I'll be cramming weeks of holiday activities and general fun-having onto the blog. Make sure you keep an eye on us, we'll be moving along quickly.

Gingerbread Houses

Sugar crash? huh?

More snacking than decorating.

It's cold here too...

Seattle is cold this trip. Last time I was here, they were in a record heat wave. It was unbelievable. This trip there is talk of record cold. Yes, I realize that it felt like -25 in Fort Collins this morning, but that doesn't make anyone around here feel any better. I don't feel any better because there are several hundred miles between me and the warmth of my family.

I miss the kids. I miss the craziness. I have to turn on the TV while I work so that there will be some background noise. Most of all I miss my wife. Thanks Ric for being such a champ while I am gone, it will certainly be warmer tomorrow once I'm back home.

Christmas Season Kickoff

We jumped right into the Christmas season this year by hunting down a tree on November 30th. We ended up with a beautiful tree after a brief side trip and thoughts of shamelessly destroying years of time honored tradition by purchasing a fake tree. In the end tradition and the true spirit of the season prevailed. Yes, you read that right, I'm calling all you fake tree-ers out. A real tree is the symbol of the holidays because it requires sacrifice and attention. Fake trees are simply put up, but never fully appreciated. So enjoy your synthetic, poly crafted monstrosities while I enjoy pine scented loveliness. The boys got to decorate the tree this year, and Ricki being the fantastic mother that she is stood by, only occasionally grimacing and muttering something about symmetry, and offered some high level perspective and coaching. We brewed wassel, I put the lights up and we are now fully in the Christmas season. Enjoy. And go buy yourself a pine scented candle.