A light, airy, effervescent, blog of grave consequence. (NOT!) Dedicated to those of us who must respond to negative stimuli by Chernobyling (entombing in concrete) our innermost thoughts.

Location: Slaughter, Louisiana, United States

A semi-gruntled corporate reliability engineer trying to make ends meet while keeping my wife happy, and myself out of the asylum.

Monday, December 12, 2005


We picked up a local tree for the season. Kinda strange down here. The farm we went to doesn't grow spruces or firs. They grow several different types of Cypress. We have a nice 8+ footer and it seems like it will be less of a maintenance hog than the spruces we're used to. The needles/branches are very similar to cedar so there seems to be little needle shedding. Just another local difference.

Oh yeah. That and the fact it was 82 degrees when we went to get the tree and there were people in the fields in shorts and flip-flops.


Anonymous Sweet Pea said...

Go ahead! Keep rubbing it in! One day you'll miss the snow! (Not the shoveling though!)

6:25 AM  

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