Monday, December 31, 2007

Happy New Year - Ring a Ding Ding

I am glad for 2007 to end. Major heart surgery notwithstanding, it has been a crappy year. Lots of personal anger and angst toward others, finding fault, resentment, I'll be glad for this phase to pass. Every year I hope and pray the new year will bring me inner peace. Still waiting.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Spoiling for a Fight

Too bad I'm not still married. Last night I went with Cassie et al to Red Robin and told off a couple of people there. Why do I have to wait until I get to the restaurant to put my name on a list for a table? They don't take call in reservations. The place is always bulging at the seams, and they choose to disrespect their clientelle by herding everyone into a small waiting area which is cold, drafty, and crowded, and has no seats. I noticed that at least half of the names they called for tables did not respond last night. So it isn't such a great system, is it? They told me they had too many people who called in not show up and honor their reservations. Doesn't seem to me that this system is an improvement.

And when Southwest Airlines started treating their patrons like cattle, they at least lowered the cost of airfare.

I don't see what Red Robin has given its customers as compensation.

Cassie said I was looking for a fight. Maybe she's right.

Cute

Jack is running around here with a Cabbage Patch baby in his fire truck. He says he is taking her to the doctor. That says a lot about the last several weeks. Since my surgery, we have made numerous trips to the doctor. It probably seems like the only place to go. He is a sweet little boy, whose mission today is to make his yaya crazy.

On another note, I'm cold, and can't find my robe. Anyone know where it is?

Friday, December 28, 2007

I made it!

Got into Seattle last night about 9 PM, after NINE hours sitting on that plane... most of the hangup was in Denver. There was a veritable fleet of snowplows working on the runway, and we had to sit in line to get de-iced before we could take off. We were fifth in line. Seems like someone might have anticipated that at 20 min per plane for de-icing, we would be there a while. I wish we had been able to stay at the gate and get off the plane briefly. I was so frustrated...I had a dead cell phone, and no way to contact DD and let her know we would be 3 hours late arriving. I bet I remember to take the charger in the future!!

Christmas with Steve and the Texans was about the same as I remember from previous years. Except this year, both Steve and his beautiful wife went to work every day (while Steve was a student, he had a little more free time to spoil his mom), and the children were still in school the first week I was there. It was ok, I napped a lot, and worked on rebuilding my breastbone. Falling down the stairs didn't help much. If I can't read myself to sleep, I tend to get up and prowl during the night. So, on one of my prowls, I fell down the stairs. It scared me pretty good, you betcha. I just miscounted and missed the bottom step, and landed on my hands and knees on the landing. I called my surgeon, and they didnt think I needed to worry, as long as I wasn't having any particular pain and didn't feel any shifting or grating in my chest. I think my shoulders absorbed a lot of the shock of the landing.

Anyway, I'm home, and I feel fine. I skipped cardiac rehab today and got my nails done instead. Priorities. There were 15 or more voice mail messages waiting for me. People who knew I was leaving, and when, called with prayer requests and one person called to get a friend's number. And cardiac rehab called to find out what happened to me. They also had been told that I would be leaving for Houston. People don't listen, or don't care enough but the people to whom they are talking to make a note of anything.

Jack spent the night last night. It was so sweet to have him cuddle up with me and say, "Oh yaya, I just wove you." It filled my heart.

Today, Abby's old daddy brought her home to me. He was sweet enough to keep her for me while I was gone, saving me a bundle in kennel fees. What a blessing. Anyone have any good ideas for how I can thank him and his family? Tonight she is lying next to me. The cat is hiding somewhere, very upset with me. She hasn't eaten her treats yet. Maybe after I deal with the catbox she will come out and visit with me.

Dorothy sure knew what she was talking about: "There's no place like home." I enjoyed my trip, and I am so glad to be back in my own digs.

My bed, with its extra pillows and soft, flannel sheets, is calling to me. I sure hate to have to go back to work next week.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

No Luck

I thought I was going to post a picture of my most recent cross stitch finish--Jack's Christmas stocking. But I can't find it. I just uploaded it to Yahoo, but it seems to have disappeared. Instead, I found and I think uploaded the picture of Santa from the Santa Train last Friday.

This trip sure has caught me by surprise. I'm leaving at 7 am. Gotta get some packing done!

Sunday, December 9, 2007


The Santa Train was great fun. It's a family tradition that goes way back to when my children were little. We met up at the logging camp with some friends from church. I took pictures of John and Deana, Lisa and Eddy, little Tia and Liliana, and Jack, and my pictures didn't turn out at all. I'm so disappointed. Maybe Cassie has some that came out better. We can hope. It was a nice, sunny day, but bitterly cold.

PS I attached the picture I have of Jack talking to Santa. -Cassie

Santa Train - Dec 8, 2007

Of all the pictures I took at the Santa Train, this one turned out the best. Unfortunately, it is a picture of an anonymous Santa, who sat Jack on his knee and asked him his name. Jack whispered, "Jack *last name*." Then Jack told Santa he wanted a motorcycle for Christmas. Santa gave Jack a candy cane, reminded him to be a good boy, and Jack said Thank You, and went back to his seat next to mama. You can see the back of Jack's head, to the right of Santa. Jack was kneeling on the bench, looking forward. This was a really good Santa, gentle and peacefully quiet with the children. Boisterous Santas often scare the little ones.