Hey everybody!!! Lots has happened this past week, including my mom getting better news than anticipated from her follow-up test: they don’t know why her free kappa/lambdas were so abnormally high, but it’s definitely not multiple myeloma. That makes EVERYTHING better. She has an appointment on Tuesday morning with an oncologist/hematologist to discuss possibilities, but it’s not as bad as we all thought.
Thank God!!!!
So, now that my spirits are basically through the roof at the news that my beautiful momma doesn’t have nasty bone marrow cancer, I thought I’d do a little holiday decorating. Yes, it’s time to put up the tree. But of course, I had to clean first.
My dining room is not so much a dining room as it is a storage space for all the promotional crap I need for job #2. Alas, the dining room is the only logical place to put the tree, so… with a lot of help from my friend Ali (of AliThinks, I tired to link her blog but I’m retarded), we turned this:
Into this!
So, this is my tree. Of course, I can’t have a normal tree. If you look closely, you’ll notice that the ornaments are not ornaments at all, but tiny liquor bottles that flash red and green!!
There are various other flashy crazy liquor thingies on there, but I have not the attention span required to give them photographic justice. But I should mention that my tree topper is none other than the King of Rock and Roll himself:
Elvis was given to me as a feel-better present by my dear friend Ryan, and I could think of no better place for him than atop the pinnacle of the world’s most bad-ass Christmas tree. He watches over the goings-on of the flashy bottles, wishing beyond hope that he could have just one sip… but no. His job is to stand sentry, to fill the room with the charisma and machismo that only a spangled leisure suit-clad Elvis could bring.
So yes, I know you’re all jealous that you simply don’t possess the world’s most hell-raising, rock and roll, seizure-inducing Christmas tree ever, but I’m sorry. Not everyone can be as cool as I am. And of course, not everyone has unlimited access to various and sundry liquor paraphernalia. 
That is one cool tree!
WOW! I love your tree! Now…the question is, where are all the boxes from the dining room?
Elvis is perfect.
We consolidated them and put them in my huge walk-in closet. Of course, the EMPTY boxes are in the living room, where my cats are playing Fortress.
most excellent tree in every way! and a perfect tree for me to live vicariously through!!
I covet the Elvis.
glad you are feeling festive and maintaining the theme of your world. HUGS
(i myself have to do very little to have the perfect tree. 4 year olds kind of do that for you.)
Good news about Mom! And nice tree!
Hey! I want Alison to come help with my house, too!
Love the tree, too. Mine is still in a box. I wish it could stay there, but the kids insist we have one.
I am in awe of that tree. I think I need to go home and get in bed. AWESOME.
awesome news about your momma!!
and that tree? perfect. elvis on top? what else would you have at the top of your tree? it is perfect for you.