We were cooking most of the day, so I didn't put much effort into taking great photos, but I did manage a few snapshots of the day.
A few days earlier, the cable in the den decided to go belly up. Matt had to hook the cable in through the computer we have hidden behind that TV to even get a signal to test as they tried to fix the cord. They weren't able to get it working, but we were able to get a semi-clear standard-screen-squashed-on-a-widescreen-TV picture so we could watch the parade while cooking.
Our roaster, housing the 17lb turkey.
Wait.. what? It's Thanksgiving already?
Part of my job for the morning was standing next to the laundry room window to hear instructions given from Matt and his dad while trying to fix the cable connection.
Punkin made sure to vocalize his dislike for all of the extra activity in the house.
Ham just stood back and looked pretty... what he does best!
Sexy. And Matt will probably kill me if I don't state the obvious and explain that I shot this at 16mm with the camera mere inches from his face, resulting in the bulbous distortion of his face.
Matt's parents chatting together.
Whenever there is a Sprinkle Ball present.. Dex is happy!
Tending to the foods. Mmm..
Hi?
My parents arrived with their new baby, Max.
This is MY house now!!
We call these Butt Rolls, for obvious reasons, but they are so tasty. They take 4-5 hours to rise, and 10-12 minutes to bake. Mine always get GIGANTIC. The ones in this photo are still rising and didn't go into the oven for another hour.
Whenever I pointed the camera in my mom's general direction, she'd back away to get out of the frame. She didn't know that I was using a wide angle all day, however, and you photographers out there know how unfortunate it is to be caught near the edge of a wide focal length. Matt explained to my mom what being near the edge of a wide shot does to the size of your butt.
My mom's 100 year old dressing recipe. Her original notes have pages and pages of revisions and it is the most delicious dish in the world. Mmmm. I would share it, but my mom only recently caved and gave me a copy of it, and threatened my life if I ever let it get out of the family. :-)
eat up!
We went Black Friday shopping the next day. I only our point 'n shoot camera, but as usual, I balked at taking photos of other people in public. So I only got a couple images from the morning.
The ONLY way to brave the chaos on Black Friday is to have a plan.
Finally, some light!
I call Matt's Blackberry his "Blueberry" So we were amused by putting his Blueberry on his Blueberry muffin bag.
Falling asleep at the wheel! (no worries. we were still parked.)
The point and shoot we use is the Canon SD800 IS It's no SLR but it's great for keeping stashed in my purse. It goes up to ISO1600 (and is actually usable at that ISO) and has a wider lens than most point 'n shoots - and I'm a wide angle gal!
That afternoon, we took Matt's parents downtown to the Fantasy of Trees, a charity function held every year.
This is Matt's suspicious why-are-you-taking-a-photo-of-me look.. also known as his serial killer look.
Everyone else hated this one.. I liked the colors. :)
This one definitely won the Creepiest Tree award. Eyeless hollow mickey mouse head with hands? Seriously?
Our alma mater
My favorite was the Harry Potter tree *sheepish grin*
It had such cute details, like the Weasely Christmas sweaters!
And ties in the house colors!
This ornament bears a striking resemblence to my husband..
My favorite part of the event was the gingerbread houses!!
This was probably my favorite, and probably would have won if the front walls and yard were a bit more "polished" I loved the unique design!
The first place winner is on the left, second place on the right. The first place one was very well-done and detailed, and even had clear candy windows. The second place.. well, I had a different opinion. :) I also slightly blurred this one. Grr.
Matt's mom and dad outside of the restaurant where we ate dinner.
I set the camera up for Matt's mom and she took this of us!
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