I can never think of a Christmas that I haven't spent in the state of Arizona. I know that sounds impossible, but its true. Whether it is at my parents' house, my house, or my husband's family I have always been in Arizona for Christmas. This year is different. OK--I have to admit but I am a little excited to spend Christmas where we might even get snow on Christmas Day. Where it is actually cold, and no one really spends time outside...quite a different concept for a desert girl.
One thing that I don't appreciate in this mad rush and flying back east is the idea of shipping presents for Christmas Day. I am leaving my gift-giving ability up to unknown people that "assure me" that my gifts will get to their destination on time. That is quite a leap of faith for this control-freakish type of girl. And UPS, regardless of their very cute delivery men, has caused me issues today. The gift that was to put Aunt Karent (he always puts a "t" at the end of my name) and Uncle Chris on the gift-giving pedestal for the day, went AWOL. UPS's little tracker system said it wouldn't arrive to Indianapolis until December 27. I stared at that little piece of information on my computer screen for several seconds before realizing my problem. How can I give a little boy the "best gift" ever on Christmas Day, when the package wasn't going to be there until two days later?
Well the total control-freakish girl I am, called UPS and told them they needed to deliver the package before Christmas--no excuses. OK, so that didn't go over very well. So a few hours of panic, a couple of scenario building sessions later, I went back online and discovered that the package was upgraded, and will be there tomorrow. Fantastic, my "queen & king for a day in a little boy's life" was just made possible by my no so friendly or convenient friends at UPS. But its getting there, and that's all that matters. Now, this better not jinx it.
Otherwise, this is probably it for posts until next week when I back from the great space known as the mid-west. Until then, have a wonderful Christmas.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
So, it happened again
Another two weeks flew by, and its all a blur to me. Mainly because I had a HUGE project submittal that needed most of my attention. Now, it over thankfully, but its left me with a head cold. I started feeling not so good last Tuesday/Wednesday, but willed myself to keep on going. And I made it through it all.
We leave for Indianapolis on Saturday where it's a high of 20 and a low of 4. Found that out this morning watching Al on the Today Show. Right now I am asking myself, why are we going where it is FRIGID, and do I dare tell my husband how cold it really is. (He was in the shower during the weather on TV). My family will be there, so yes we are going, and I don't think I will tell him.
We leave for Indianapolis on Saturday where it's a high of 20 and a low of 4. Found that out this morning watching Al on the Today Show. Right now I am asking myself, why are we going where it is FRIGID, and do I dare tell my husband how cold it really is. (He was in the shower during the weather on TV). My family will be there, so yes we are going, and I don't think I will tell him.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Do you remember...
Before I begin...yes Carrie do plan for a visit next year!! Either the whole family or just you--we will have a guest room + my scrap room to play!! YEA!!
OK--onto my topic for the day. My dad passed away over eleven years ago now, and rarely do I dream about him anymore. Memories, no matter what, typically fade all too quickly over time. And my memories of my father are very precious to me, so when I start dreaming about him coming back into my life it's bittersweet. It's wonderful having his memory come flooding back to me but those same memories tend to leave me out of sorts for the next few days. I rarely mention to anyone when this happens, as I am not very good about opening up with these things. Anyway, didn't mean to depress anyone, and this will end on a happy note--promise.
I love soundtracks, and my latest one I purchased was "The Wedding Planner". You know the cheesy girl movie with JLo and Matthew McConnahey (spelling not my strong suit--People magazine's 2005 Sexist Man Alive). Well this soundtrack has an equally cheesy song by John Denver called "Annie's Song." For some reason I chose to put that on my iPod. Listening to it last week, a memory came flooding back to me about my Dad. I remember sitting in his boat of a car (blue Cadillac Coupe de Ville circa 1976) all pimped out with the latest 8-Track player and his John Denver 8-Track. I have no clue why Dad had an 8-Track of John Denver, but that's not the point. I think I was between six and eight years old, and I remember making my Dad replay that song over and over again because I thought it was such a pretty song. He must have grown so sick of it. I had completely forgotten this until last week when after hearing the song for a few days, then memory popped back into my head.
The mind is a wonderous thing...lots of my memories of my father are fading away, but one obscure song, by John Denver, caused my brain to go into overdrive and not only bring that memory back to me in vivid color, but triggered my dreams about him. I miss him still to this day so much it still hurts to talk about him, but Dad and I will still have this funny, pretty song together.
OK--onto my topic for the day. My dad passed away over eleven years ago now, and rarely do I dream about him anymore. Memories, no matter what, typically fade all too quickly over time. And my memories of my father are very precious to me, so when I start dreaming about him coming back into my life it's bittersweet. It's wonderful having his memory come flooding back to me but those same memories tend to leave me out of sorts for the next few days. I rarely mention to anyone when this happens, as I am not very good about opening up with these things. Anyway, didn't mean to depress anyone, and this will end on a happy note--promise.
I love soundtracks, and my latest one I purchased was "The Wedding Planner". You know the cheesy girl movie with JLo and Matthew McConnahey (spelling not my strong suit--People magazine's 2005 Sexist Man Alive). Well this soundtrack has an equally cheesy song by John Denver called "Annie's Song." For some reason I chose to put that on my iPod. Listening to it last week, a memory came flooding back to me about my Dad. I remember sitting in his boat of a car (blue Cadillac Coupe de Ville circa 1976) all pimped out with the latest 8-Track player and his John Denver 8-Track. I have no clue why Dad had an 8-Track of John Denver, but that's not the point. I think I was between six and eight years old, and I remember making my Dad replay that song over and over again because I thought it was such a pretty song. He must have grown so sick of it. I had completely forgotten this until last week when after hearing the song for a few days, then memory popped back into my head.
The mind is a wonderous thing...lots of my memories of my father are fading away, but one obscure song, by John Denver, caused my brain to go into overdrive and not only bring that memory back to me in vivid color, but triggered my dreams about him. I miss him still to this day so much it still hurts to talk about him, but Dad and I will still have this funny, pretty song together.
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