I Think I Can - I Think I Can

One more work day left until I'm off for four glorious weeks! I am so excited I can hardly stand it!

OK, so on TOP of a week-end trip to Pasadena, CA with Tom (yay Disneyland!), a night at a B&B in Amish country with Shawn and a fabulous Disney Cruise and Parks vacation (yay Disney Cruise & Parks!), we might go to Hermann for a week-end. That would mean this week-end will be my last one at home until the last week of October! Insane? Yes! Loving it? YES! Now if I can just get through tomorrow without incident, I will be home-free!

Shawn and I are going to the Renaissance on Sunday. I had texted George to see if he had gotten any passes this year. He texted me back a message full of venom. Something about how we don't understand what he went through, what he sacrificed handling Dad, how we have all accused him of taking Dad's money (he did - he even admitted it at the time), yadayadayada. All I did was ask about passes! Then the next he day sends his 'I'm just a little boy, of course I can get you in' text. I didn't respond to either one. I am also not taking his passes. If he comes by, I'll just hide in the back of the house till he leaves.That was uncalled for and totally uncool. Not putting up with that crap. I also do not plan on watching his performance.

Are We There Yet?

Apparently this is my 100th blog entry. Only took three years!

I am hanging on till sabbatical and my Disney trips - one week and one day and counting! I contacted the airline about the mess-up of my name for the California trip with Tom (he reserved the flights as Laura Hunt Weissenbach - what was he thinking?!) They can't change the reservation but they've 'added a memo' to the TSA site - I have almost zero confidence that's going to do the trick. Especially when my bionic knee sets off the scanners. I'm going to get strip-searched, I know it. Maybe waterboarded. Solitary confinement. I'm not at all sure I'm going to make it to California. And if by some miracle I do, there's no guarantee I'll be allowed on the return flight. I'm going to call the airline again next week to make sure they've done all they can do and see if I can do anything or take anything addition with me like maybe a passport or my marriage certificate.

If I make it to LAX, I am going to Disneyland! For free!! I have enough Disney Reward Dollars to get both me AND Tom in without spending anything. Can't beat that!

9 11

Ten years ago the world as we know it changed forever with the falling of the Twin Towers, the attack on the Pentagon and the heroics of the flight over Pennsylvania. Time flies, even when you think it's standing still and nothing is changing. Babies are tweens, widows are new wives and parents have joined their lost ones.

Ten years.

We're All Going To The Zoo This Morning

Shawn and I hit the KC Zoo today - the weather was perfect, the company was perfect and the price was perfect (free!) What a great way to start training for Disney - and judging by how my feet felt after just a few hours of walking around, I'm doomed! Good thing I got a batch of prednisone from the doctor's last week!

Not a lot to report - working a lot of overtime not so much because I want to help the team but because I really need the money. I have Tucker still to get to the vet and I want to get my hair done for vacation. And we have estimated taxes due this month, next month we have car tags... it's never ending. I won't be able to put in OT in October (because I have it off!!!) so I need to do as much as I can stand this month. Did five hours yesterday and I am taking today and tomorrow off so I'll get something of a week-end. Then if it's offered, I'll be putting in 4-5 hours each Saturday and maybe some Sunday hours, too. Through September. What I really need is a raise.

Bailey is staying with us this week-end while Dan heads to Wichita to hang out with John. I found out John lost his Maxwell last week - Diane had taken him running in the August heat (it was over 100 degrees in Wichita) and he overheated, convulsed and died. Awful. He was a beautiful young dog, only 4. And John idolized him. Heartbreaking.