Proof we have a tree, digital pictures and my dog the smoker

So, we took a picture of the tree last night. Unfortunately, we are not sure where you buy a newspaper so you are just going to have to trust us.



Which makes me think that it is a good thing digital pictures, when downloaded properly, keep dates up because otherwise, 20 years from now, we would look at the picture below and not only wonder why our dog was smoking a cigar, but determine from the fact that the Christmas Tree is still up, that it must be... Christmas. However, this picture is from 3 weeks ago around March 9th, which is 3 months after Christmas.



Incidentally, the tree is still up if anyone wants cheap mulch and has a tree shredder! Oh, and Mambo is not smoking a cigar, he is chewing on a bull penis (sold as a bully stick at the pet store).

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree, how green you stand up in the Spring

So, in following with the non-April Fool's April 1st tradition at our household we have a full grown, still green with needles on Christmas Tree standing. It is no longer decorated, but it is a Christmas tree all the same. I think we posted about this on this date last year too, so I figured I would post this today.

In contrast to last year, we didn't cut this one ourselves so I am surprised it hasn't crumbled to pieces. Also, Jamil has not watered it, so I am amazed it hasn't crumbled to pieces. Mambo likes to bite at it if we are not watching so it is crazy that it hasn't crumbled to pieces.

The funniest thing is that we only remember it doesn't belong there when someone comes to visit and points it out like something out of the ordinary.

I am halfway considering putting it out on the curb to go with the weeds so our HOA only sends us 1 letter about our yard rather than 1 about our yard and one about our house decor when they get to their window peeking rounds (I am sure the peek through the windows). Then again, assuming we don't light it up (fire hazard) it would probably make a nice tree next year too assuming it doesn't crumble to pieces.

This is my super-secret way to have Jamil get rid of it without asking him. Last year he was so embarrassed at the idea of me taking a picture of the tree for the blog that it was gone by the time I was back. So, I WILL BE TAKING A PICTURE TONIGHT IF THERE IS ANYONE OUT THERE LISTENING.

Gallegos... More than meets the eye

Hmmmm...

I just read this news article. A woman in Galicia (people in Galicia are called Gallegos) gives birth to a girl with the help of her 6 year old son. She had pain the night before and dismissing the whole super large pregnancy bit, she rolled over and continued sleeping because she figured it was just pain from moving furniture the day before. Apparently, she also didn't tell her husband before he went to work. She went to the restroom, her water broke and her new daughter dangled from her far enough that she had to hold her and ask her son to help. In the end, she called for some help and followed instructions on how to handle the umbilical cord. The Emergency folks arrived toward the end of the whole thing.

In latin/hispanic culture, they make fun of gallegos. They make them out to be not the cleverest of people and end up being the butt of jokes. I don't really find those jokes funny because I am so far removed from the culture that surrounds the "funniness" of the jokes. I do have to wonder about a couple of things:
1. Moving furniture while pregnant... hmmmm
2. Not telling husband of strange abdominal pains while very pregnant... hmmmm
3. Delivering a baby with 6 year old, while 6 year old finds it normal and easy... hmmmm

Maybe I ought to read more about how these jokes started... Oh, and all of you who read the story and find it cool or sweet are simply sick! At 27, I do not want to deliver my mother's baby (especially by pulling down while reaching) any more than I did at 14 when my mom did have a baby.