Ooooooo! Ahhhhhh!

After living here in Peoria for almost six years now, we finally got to the

Festival of Lights

last night. And it was a perfect night for it...warm enough to keep the windows rolled down...as long as the car heater was on "high", anyway.

As it turned out,

finding it

was a piece'a cake...when in doubt, go directly to the source. Ok, so I asked a woman that I worked with who just happens to live in that neck of the woods and I wrote down the directions. (74 to Washington Street exit, make a left, make another left at Springfield Road and go up the hill. Voila!)

I've gotta admit...I was impressed. It was a two and a half-mile crawl through some of the most fabulous light displays I've ever seen. The 'moving' displays just blew my mind. Deer leaping over the roadway. A snow skier schusssing down a big hill and flying over our heads. A big cat jumping through a hoop. That's not to say the stationary displays weren't just about as impressive. They were great, too.

With accompanying Christmas carols on the radio via 107, it almost gave this Scrooge-ette a bit of the ole Christmas spirit. Almost.

Anywho if you haven't been, just let me say that it's well worth the wait in line (which wasn't bad, at all) and the ten bucks a carload to get in.

We had some great friends from Springfield up for the weekend (they were impressed with the Festival, too) and we had just the greatest time. They gave us

Fact or Crap

for Christmas and it's a hoot. If you're into trivia games, go get this one.

After our little trip to EP, we came back, I threw a big pan of homemade lasagna in the oven, whipped up an Olive Garden-type salad and we had a feast. Then it was a Fact or Crap marathon...til after 2 am.

Yaaaawn