Okay, so I have been unfaithful to Xanga because I thought for some crazy reason Myspace was better, but I have come to the conclusion that it is a complete waste of time. You learn things about people you probably didn't ever want to know.  It is also a bit shallow with the Friends feature.  I mean, okay so I don't have 140 friends on my site like some people do. But guess, what.... I don't care.  So Xanga makes me feel happier and it doesnt suck me in like myspace does.  I believe I could write a Compare/Contrast Essay on this very topic.  But these are my ramblings for now.

Anyways..... Christmas was good.  New Years was good.  Christmas lasted an entire week for the Mr. and Mrs. Matt Ford family.  To A-town, then back to C-town. To Glen Rose, to Wichita Falls to see the most adorable nephew in the world (Merrick Estes!)  and then to Wellington to see my Mama (not pronounced like moma, but like maima?, oh I can't explain that in writing). 

Matt and I decided to do Stocking stuffers only this year and I got a swing.  He is such a liar and a cheat.  Everything we bought each other was supposed to fit in the stocking, but here's the catch... he didn't actually buy the swing.  It was one my dad had made 15+ years ago.  Matt refinished it and had it hanging on the porch Christmas morning.  Good times.  He also got me an "I love my Beagle" shirt along with free oil changes for a year by no other than himself. 

Stanley received a delightful gift in his stocking.  It was a mailman dog toy.  It was supposed to be indestructable.  He had it torn open, stuffing out and all, in like 20 minutes.  We named him Newman (any Seinfeld fans out there?) and he had already learned to "Go find Newman!"  But that was all (or should I say Newman was) short lived. 

We were trying to get Stanley to look all cute with his ears up on this picture and I guess you can see how Matt and I get Stanley to do that.  "Stanley!!  What's that?  Stanley!?" Obviously we didn't chose this one for our Christmas cards.

I have a lot of spiritual thoughts observations swimming around in my head, but I don't know quite how to get them on paper yet.  More to come...