This year marks the 5th Annual Humphries Family Christmas Letter. Since we began this little tradition (Yes, I know, I didn’t actually create the concept of an Annual Christmas Letter. As with the Internet, Global Warming and Extreme Ultimate Fighting Competitions, it’s all Al Gore’s fault.) – anyway, in the five years that we…
This is it – the last round. Of course, heading into Round 6, we are all tied up – with Jason and Aunt Sharon boasting 40 points a piece (out of a possible 50). Could it get any tighter? Should we reach a stalemate at the end of these 10 questions, I’ll start launching one question…
The photo above was taken this evening outside my home. With another Nor’Easter on fast approach for this weekend – promising a healthy mixture of snow, sleet and rain set to join forces with the 11″ of packed powder that’s already fallen on the Humphries house, it’s looking more and more like we’re in for that long lost White Christmas. Today’s dire storm…
One more round down and once again our competitors are separated by a slim two-point lead. Heading into Round 4, Aunt Sharon leads Jason 24 to 23. Will the son finally overtake the Mom or will Mommy Dearest lock her son in the closet for good? On with the show. Round 4 31. In…
After two rounds of fierce competition, we are still neck and neck. Heading into Round 3, Aunt Sharon edges Jason 15 to 13. That’s a slim margin and with four rounds to go – this contest is still up for grab. Before we begin Round 3, I have a quick programming note. My site is designed to feature…
All right. The results are in and we officially have a contest. A thin line separates Aunt Sharon from Poe Gostal a.k.a. my cousin Jason. While Poe took the early lead, Aunt Sharon staged an impressive comeback. Could things get any more dramatic? Any more biblical? We’re talking Mother against Son here. All right, once more we…
As promised, here are the questions from the Humphries Family 3rd Annual Christmas in the Sticks. I know that I mentioned this party marks our seventh festive fiesta but this was only the third one held where Donners fear to tread – hence the fuzzy math. Math? Hey, they just got the abacus out this…