This past holiday season was a bit of a busy one. Hence the lack of posts about it. I’ve also been sick, which explains why this wasn’t posted sooner. First off, I decided it would be a good idea to send holiday cards to friends and family. I wanted to wish them happy holidays and let them know I’m thinking of them. George set up and took the picture of us. He had to run back and forth for a number of shots. We selected the best one and spent an entire night assembling 40 cards.

Holiday Card by Amanathia Images.
Personally, I prefer to not celebrate “Christmas”, but I know it means a lot to my family as well as George. I do get into the exchanging of gifts. I love to buy and wrap presents for people. We sent out quite a few gifts and I spent more than I had anticipated or should have. Oops! At least I can say I helped stimulate the economy a bit.
George and I went to see his family in Idaho. On the 23rd we flew up to Spokane, Washington where his mom picked us up and drove us to where she and the grandparents live near Priest River. It was the perfect atmosphere for Christmas. There was snow on the ground and freezing temperatures. I felt like I was back in Juneau. We got to have our White Christmas after all. We did the Christmas thing on Christmas Eve. We took a short walk with his mom in the morning. I met Grammie, Granddad, Auntie L.J, Uncle Jim, and Boots (the cat) who adored me and wouldn’t stay off my lap. We exchanged gifts and had a wonderful Christmas Eve dinner. I got a lot of loot. Way more than I had expected considering I hadn’t met most of them yet.


Both of these photos I took with my new Canon 60D George gave me.
Christmas Day we went to church. It was my first time being in a church since I left the Christian School at the end of my freshman year. It was boring. I sat next to George and Grammie. She kept looking over at me and would say a few words about the people who were performing their number. I did my best to look and act appropriately. This included getting on my knees during prayer. I caught Granddad falling asleep a few times. I smiled and figured I couldn’t do much worse. Once the program was over we hightailed it out of there and went to a friend of the family’s house. There they were busily preparing a huge spread of goodies. George and I only had a few minutes before we had to head back to Spokane to fly home. We dished up and scarfed down our food. I managed to take some of Grammie’s delicious pumpkin bread to eat on the drive. On the way, his mom told me I am now part of the family.
Spokane’s TSA is WAY slower than Portland’s TSA. They also have a Backscatter and Portland does not. It seemed a little strange to me. I got asked to go through. I tried to opt for the pat-down, but was told they wouldn’t do it, I had to go through. I was a little pissed off but I wanted to get home so I submitted. Merry Christmas! I got a good dose of radiation. Fuckers. Hopefully next time I encounter a Backscatter I am able to avoid it.
All in all, it was a good trip. I survived Idaho, meeting the family, church, and TSA. As long as I don’t have to go to church all the time, I won’t mind going back to visit. The area is gorgeous and the family is pleasant.
The next weekend George and I drove down to Junction City near Eugene to spend New Year’s Eve with my great-aunt and uncle. It was a nice, sunny drive. George and I argued about who was going to drive, so we split it up. He drove the first half and I drove the rest of the way. We had a nice prime rib dinner and drank wine and champagne while watching New York ring in the New Year. Their friend, who lives in the other house on their property, came up and joined in. She seemed to be having a good time, albeit a little too much to drink . About 9:30 pm we decided it was time for bed. It was quiet and peaceful.

Uncle L.E., Aunt Lou, and Me by Amanathia Images.
New Year’s Day we woke up to my aunt making waffles. We spent the day visiting and taking pictures of the birds on the feeders. George also had to take pictures of the guide dog my aunt and uncle are raising. We drove back home late that afternoon.
The next day I woke up sick. I finally got the cold George had been dealing with since we got back from Idaho. It knocked me down for a good couple of days, but I’m starting to feel better.