I’ve been back from my holiday vacation for almost one week and am slowly getting back into the groove of things.

I’ve signed up for another class that starts next month. What can I say, I like to learn new things. If I want to apply to that company I mentioned in a previous post I need to become proficient in this computer program. I will have to take a second class once I’ve completed this one. I don’t think I have the experience needed for the positions that I’ve seen open on their website but I’m hoping soon I will see one that will be a nice fit for me.

I had some really sad news from home that I am still trying to get a handle on. A neighborhood friend of mine from childhood died on Friday night. He was only 44 years old, married, 4 children and just an all around “great guy.” It just rocks you to the core. It’s a reality check that we are never promised tomorrow and we must live each day to the fullest. I’m fortunate that I was able to see him last week while I was home, never in my wildest dreams would I have known it would be the last time 🙁





It’s still strange for me, the absense of my father.  I keep waiting for that distinctive sound he made when he would clear his throat or having him poke his head in the living room when he would have a commercial on the television in the other room.  

I guess I’m just feeling a bit melancholy tonight because my trip is coming to and end and soon I will have to say goodbye to my family. I’m never one that does well with goodbyes and I know I will shed some tears over the next day or two.

The airport drop off routine was always the same when my Dad was alive. He was always the one to drop me off, just him and I. I’d always have tears rolling down my face for at least 2 or 3 miles before we actually arrive at the airport. He knew this and would only ask questions where a nod was enough of an answer or he’d ask no questions at all. He would take my bag out of the trunk and place it on the curb, give me a hug, make a little small talk. At this point I cannot even look up, I can never say anything because I am a wreck. But I know he knows I love him,  so this does not need to be said. A quick hug and off I rush inside.

-the photo is from the movie, “Home for the Holidays.”

Well I made it home to my Mom’s house in Connecticut last night. Since I’ve begun writing

The photos on the side are of my husband and I. We finally loaded some of our Alaska pictures on my computer.

Today is one of those days when I have so many thoughts running through my head. A guy that I work with is always asking me when I am going to do another post to my blog. I guess he’s living vicariously through me and my exciting life, yeah right! I tell him I have to have something on my mind, find something amusing or just feel like ranting. So while I was sitting on a table I looked over on the rail at a customer who was watching “the action” on my table and thought as I looked at him, “there’s something to blog about.”

Okay, so as I said above there was a guy watching my poker table. He had a pretty big facial wart on his chin. I know people have warts and maybe they don’t have the insurance to have them removed, I get that, I guess. It was the long black hair that caught my attention as he turned and the light captured it in all its glory, it must have been at least and inch and a half long. My first thought was, “look away” but I couldn’t, I was morbidly fascinated as well as grossed out. “Does he not see the hair, will it bleed if he pulls it out, why not just trim it with scissors,”, these were my thoughts.

I know “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” but I’m hoping that he and that hair both get on the plane together when it’s time to depart our fine city.

I get in these moods where I take classes either on campus or online. I just finished up this class on “internet publishing” this morning. It had some good information but I didn’t care for the way that the content was written, it was very dry and boring. It really didn’t hold my interest and I’m so thankful that I am through with it.

There is a company in town that I would like to apply to work for. I am doing all my reading about them, seeing what positions they have open, what positions look like I would fit into, how best to market my abilities, what classes I might need to take to help me get in, gearing up my resume. I just feel like I would be a good fit there. If I get an interview I feel like I would do well at it, I usually do well at interviews. They are a company that it is rated one of the top 15 to work for in the country and they are all about “having fun.” I don’t know why but I just have this feeling it will happen. I visualize it happening and I have been getting all kinds of weird signs about this company since I’ve been thinking about it. Once I get back from my Christmas vacation this will be my “top priority.” Wish me luck.

We went over our friends for dinner on Saturday night. Dale and I had so much turkey left over from Thanksgiving that we made up a huge batch of slop for Turkey Pot Pies. It came out really good, so this is what we brought to our friends. Dale and Mike were having way to many cocktails and getting really “stupid.” They thought they were being funny, but they were just being idiots. Donna (Mike’s wife) and I were sitting on the couches and she asked me if I’d seen the show “sister wives.” Of course I had. It’s about the Mormon guy in Utah who is married to three sisters and has about 16 kids.

We were both laughing because we thought, that would be kind of cool. I’d take him one night a week in my room. I have no problem sharing, what a great life that would be. What’s wrong with that!

When I got home Donna and I kept texting each other and I kept saying, “I want to be a sister wife.” I don’t know why but for some reason we found this hysterical.

Well I could write more but I know that posts that get too long can get kind of boring. I guess I’ll go throw some turkey slop in a pie shell and cook it up for dinner. It seems to have gotten thicker over the last couple days. I have a few tiles loose, I guess I could use it for grout.

Until we meet again.

This post is a shout out to my best friend Trish. We have been friends for over 25 years. She was my Air Force roommate and we sure have had some laughs over the years. I can make her laugh so hard she either farts uncontrollably or pees her pants. Come on, what more can you ask for in a friend.

We have been living in different states for such a long time but it’s like no time has passed when we talk. I sent her an email today saying I missed her and we have to talk soon. I thought I would try to capture a funny experience we shared and see if I can capture it in writing. Here goes…