Monday, December 30, 2013

Wonderfalls

This year, I had a really good idea for Boyfriend’s Christmas gift. You see a few months ago, this happened:




Please do not comment on the proportionality of the lightbulb.


So I did what I do best.


I ordered it online and sat whilst it was delivered to me.

I was a little worried Boyfriend would get impatient and order it himself on a whim, which is why a few weeks ago I told him not to buy anything for himself:




I figured I was safe, right?

Fast forward to gift exchange time:






Yep, we both got each other Wonderfalls.






Returning things is a weakness of mine. Along with time zones.




So,  that’s how Boyfriend ruined my gift for him by getting me the same thing but alls well that ends well because I didn’t have to return mine. (I can't be the only one with an aversion to returns, right? RIGHT?!) 

 Does anyone else remember Wonderfalls? We just started, but I like it so far.


Saturday, December 28, 2013

Podcast Again

This isn't a real post - I don't think the second podcast of our double christmas podcast post was loading into itunes correctly, so I'm putting it in a separate post so that it loads right. If you haven't heard it yet, enjoy!


(or here)


Monday, December 23, 2013

Twas the Night Before Christmas!

Thanks to Pickleope for making his own bizarre squid filled version of this poem. It inspired me to create my own illustrated version of it!

A Visit from St. Nicholas (with art by Mayor Gia)
By Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;


That is a lie.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.


Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.


More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"



As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.


As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.


He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.



His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;


The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;



Now he's just bragging.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,






And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
  
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”



MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! And if you need more Mayor Gia Christmas, check out last year's Nativity Story and story of Santa Claus and the Naughty Elf!

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Christmas Double Podcast Post!





Merry Christmas - you actually get two podcasts on this post! We had a slight editing issue last week, so I'm posting the one from last week and this week's Christmas themed one. Here's last week's:

(or here)

The Christmas one is super long. You are welcome. And to explain the pictures above, Boyfriend gave me a small present at the end of it. Feel free to guess what it is in the comments, before you get to that part. 

(or here)

Note: I think apple is doing some updating this week, so I'm not sure these will be on itunes immediately. It should get straightened out in a couple of days.

As usual, let us know what you think and/or ask us questions in the comments below!