For those of you who know Barry, you know he is pretty determined and rarely gives up on anything. Ever since we moved into our house, he's wanted to put Christmas light around it. I think that we have the highest house with the steepest ruf in the neighborhood. It was an impossible task. Not for Barry. This past weekend he traded third row Jazz tickets with the manager of diamond rental to get a cherry picker lift. He and my nephew spent all day Saturday up in this thing hanging lights on the house. It looks pretty great. I am only sorry I was at a drill competition all day on Saturday and never got the privelage to see this task mastered. Therefore I also have no pictures of the blessed Christmas tradition. If you will all picture in your minds you will be able to giggle along with me.