Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

11.27.2005

Be vewy vewy quiet

We'we hunting Chwistmas Twees.

hehehehehehehehe

Despite the rain coming down steadily on the entire drive, we loaded up the family and my mom and headed to the Ivanhoe Christmas Tree Farm just north of Bonham in Northeast Texas. I used to live and work in Bonham at the now defunct Bonham Daily Favorite and had written about this tree farm when it first was launched back around 1991. We've been to a few different places over the years, but like this one the best. Back in 2001, when we both lost our jobs within 18 hours of one another, we were able to find a 12-foot tree for only $45. It was a Godsend, literally. This year, our 12-foot tree was $96. Ouch, but it looks good with the vaulted ceilings. Little Bit fell asleep on the way to the farm. I stopped and bought ponchos for the boys and umbrellas for us, but as soon as we arrived at the farm. Seriously, as soon as we got out of the car, the rain stopped. It was Divine Intervention.

We woke Stinkerbelle up from a nap and she was cranky.

We had a heckuva time picking a tree. Hot Rod selected one and Pickle picked one. After agonizing over each one for what seemed like an eternity, we picked the one that Pickle had pointed out. This led to Hot Rod running off to pout and cry.

We thought about leaving him, but in the end got him to come back with us.

AoD being manly and cutting down the tree with his injured right wrist.


I stopped and bought the Spongebob ponchos on the way to the tree farm. They were too cute. My little lumberjack. AoD stood the tree back up because Hot Rod was sad because he wanted his picture with the tree.

Look at AoD's pleasant expression, the I-just-finished-crying face on Hot Rod and Pickle's covering of Spongebob's eyes (that was unintentional, but funny). The tractor trailer ride back was much more pleasant aside from my mom refusing AoD's hand to help her up, so she fell. That was bad. But, she was okay.

Finally a smile from the girl. She and Granny had fun when we got back, too.

Then, our tree was bagged and shook. Oh look, a gratuitous cute butt shot.

We got to hang out around the campfire for a marshmallow roast. There were homemade cookies and jams for sale, too.

Another cute kid shot - finally happy. Thank the Lord.

The marshmallow roast was fun. Next year I need to bring graham crackers and chocolate bars.

We had to have seconds, too. Tasted like rice krispie treats a bit.

And, our new van gets the tree loaded up by AoD and some kid who works at the farm. Now, we have our 12-foot tree in the front room. It even has some presents under it, but no lights or decorationes yet. Ok, one ornament on it. My new 2005 penguin ornament. Every year I get a new ornament for the tree. Tree shots will be up soon.

3 Comments:

  • At 3:57 AM, November 28, 2005, Blogger cashin said…

    12 feet!?! I'd be scared, I don't know if I could handle a Christmas tree that if jump off the top, I could die.

    Nice tree though, but no evergreen? Perhaps there aren't any in texas and i'm just being ignorant, oh well.

     
  • At 7:01 AM, November 28, 2005, Anonymous Army of Dad said…

    There are certain kinds of trees that simply can't be grown down here so that could be it.

    Oh and AoM, I think the local volunteer fire department had graham crackers and Hershey's bars for sale with the marshmallows.

    Oh and the lady behind Stinkerbelle and Army of Granny in the first pick was somewhat funny in that she kept nagging her husband about how he was cutting the tree wrong and he is on the wrong side and so forth and so on. She was very loud about it too!

     
  • At 10:40 AM, November 28, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    That lady was emasculating that guy really badly. It was bad.

    "You're cutting it crooked!"
    "You're doing it wrong."
    "That isn't right."
    "Kids, any of you want to try and cut it down?"

    Gees. Even I wanted to put a bullet in the dude's head to put him out of his misery. But, just remember AoD, there are women who are worse nags than me!!!

    and, Cashin, I have no idea what kind of tree it is. I suppose I could look at the tree farm website, but I don't know that it says what kinds of trees they grow. Hmm. Now, I'm curious.

     

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