9:51 pm
Thursday
Dec 23
bah humburger with cheese
filed under: bama
Screw this not buying everything for christmas online bullshit. Mah feet hurt!
Cody’s flying into Birmingham tomorrow yaaaay! The puppy is happily ensconced at the new puppy hotel, the in-laws are enjoying their time with the grandhedgehog (hehe they actually do enjoy her she’s hard to resist), the kitties have lots of food and water and central heat (and a whole house without a large dog to bug them). No funny ideas robber people we have an alarm :p
Dad and I picked up the very large precooked holiday meal from the country club today. Mom has been on a cooking strike since about 1991 and it was a sort of fundraiser anyway. Sister and her husband are safely here. We have one present left to buy but manymany to wrap. The gigantically tall tree is decorated. Turner Classic movies is showing fun old holiday movies.
And yesterday I was officially over the cold I managed to show up with on Saturday making me spend most of my week in a lovely green-tinged nyquil haze. With my red nose it was downright festive. Tracers man. Tracers.
My holiday message to you:
In this season of celebration I also celebrate the wonderful people who have touched my life with their glorious spirit, wit, wonder, and joy. This list of people does indeed include you.
Wishing you love, joy and wonderment during this glorious time of year.
I have a cold, too, and ended up staying home.
Damn airport germs.
In case anyone was curious, here’s My Trip to Birmingham - Day 1:
After work (12 hours), I head to the airport. Of course, being the holliest of holidays, all the park-n-ride places are full. So I got to park in airport parking! Yay! 10$/day! Wheee!
Then I trudge through some freaking cold weather, and find the line for my airline stretched from here to roughly Portland (Maine). So, politely, I get in line. And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
After about two hours, I get to move up when some of the people in front of me collapse from dehydration. The folks behind me and I band together to start a small fire and roast them, Donner-like, so that we might continue our trek.
As night draws near, we can hear the wild dogs baying at the moon, and we look from face to face, wondering who will make it through the night.
About then, a guy from Delta comes along to mention that the “Cincinnati flight” has been cancelled, and if you were supposed to be on that flight, you need to stay in line so they can help you. Excited, I mention that I am not supposed to go to Cincinnati, and have no desire to. He ask me, Where are you going?
Birmingham.
Oh–then you’ll need to stay in line, and they’ll help you at the counter.
:o|
So we begin to dig our foxholes, preparing for the blistering heat that we know will be coming. We all seem to have made it through the night–this time.
On the seventh day, the ticket counter is in sight, and the remainder of the party begins to feel the faintest glimmer of hope, when suddenly the Delta guy appears again to say that, if you are a worshiper of that mysterious god “Cincinnati”, you may move to a different line.
Aha! Seeing my chance, I leap forward, taking the second position in the line. Surely it can’t be long now.
Ah, but how wrong I was! Those faithful to the dark and brooding Cincinnati were made into the priveledged class, while the plebes were left to suffer and starve.
Finally, two days later, when all of the faithful had been serviced and served, those at the alter–er—counter deigned to ask if they could help me. After about 10 minutes, the woman behind the counter managed to get my flight changed, and now I get another lovely 3 hours waiting for that flight–and whatever else may come.
Don’t even ask me about the security checkpoint…
Just stopping by to wish you a very merry Christmas!
Happy Decemberween!
Oh, and…. GO AMAZON.COM
Save your feet. Shop online.
That’s a bumper sticker I’m gonna make for you.