My Mom's present
I had no idea what to get for my mom this year. Absolutely none. One thing I have always wanted to do is get a good picture of my brothers and I for her but it hasn't ever worked out with coordinating schedules and getting us all in the same place at the same time. But we decided to try this year. We got to Seattle on Friday and had an appointment on Saturday morning at Sears to get some pictures taken. The last time that we had pictures done of all three kids was when I was about five. That is 20 years ago! They turned out better than I thought. We managed to pick out clothes that worked well together even though we didn't plan it. And everyone smiled nice too. The photographer would giggle every time that she took a picture. I think that we were funny looking. Anyway here are a couple...
Don't Leave Boys in Charge (most boys anyway)
I left my brother in charge of our plans for Christmas. I have been searching for tickets to MT from several airports near both of us so that we could go together. It has been nearly a year since I have been home so I was looking forward to a quiet couple of days with virtually no plans, and perhaps some skiing! But not this year. Instead I let Chris make our plans and he decided (2 weeks before Christmas) that we were going to Seattle instead. What was I thinking?! What was he thinking?! Seattle is cold and wet! Not snowy and cozy! Yeah he got us tickets to fly out of Cleveland through Minneapolis and then decided to let me know that he booked the last seat for himself from Minneapolis and that I had a 5 hour layover there. Yippee. Then he has to convince my parents to go to Seattle as well. Okay this is kind of an adventure but on the other hand it was totally unexpected. I left Chris in charge and he flies us to the other side of the country. So lesson learned...don't leave boys in charge unless you are prepared to give up all expectations.
I miss mountains
I do. It is funny how you don't realize what something means to you until it is gone. We don't have any mountains around here. What Michiganders call a mountain is a joke. Sometimes it is a little thing, like missing mountains, that really opens the door and releases turmoil completely unrelated to that little thing. Am I making any sense?
