Missing me?

I'm leaving on a jet plane (sounds like a song to me). Anyway I'm leaving San Antonio for Richmond, Virginia tomorrow morning at 6am. Mom's going to pick me up at the airport. We've got lots of plans. If the weather holds we are going to drive to Kingsport, TN to see Trina and family.
I won't have access to the internet so they'll be no updates for at least 10 days.
PS I've finished all the knitting I'm going to do.

But Santa, she lied

Last weekend Cathy S and I went on another “craft show” trip. This time we traveled about an hour away to Borne Texas. It was well worth the trip. The show was advertised as all hand made and it was. I could have spent hours and hours going through the 3 barns filled with great hand crafted items.

But I digress, back to the title subject. Anyway, while shopping we ran into Santa and Mrs. Claus as we were entering the second building. When asked what I wanted for Christmas, I answered “a new car”. Now here’s where my best friend in the world blows my chance of getting the car this year. Cathy turned to Santa and said, “No car for her, she’s been bad”. That from a friend! Santa just shook his head and told me to ask for something a little cheaper. Guess I’ll stop hoping for the car to arrive for Christmas. We had another laugh when we found the "ladies room" [I intended to put a photo here, but for some reason I can't find the camera, did Santa come take my birthday gift back?] Does this seem funny to you?

I’ve finished most of my holiday knitting and it’s a good thing too. I leave for Virginia Saturday. Flight leaves at 6am, which means that I have to be at the airport by 430am. Who scheduled that flight? Oh, I did because you can’t get to Richmond from San Antonio unless you take the really red eye flight.
Guess it might be a good idea to get the suitcase out and consider packing.
Nite

A gift for Mom

Since I know that my Mother doesn't have internet access, I can show one of her presents here.

Listen my children and you shall hear
About something that happened back many a year
Once I was young girl that did something bad
I broke a glass carriage while roughhousing with Dad.

This carriage of glass
Was a thing of beauty and class
It was mom’s pride and joy
It was I that broke it, not one of the boys

But Dad was there to take the blame
He stepped up and hung his head in shame
It was me not Dad that caused the glass to break
And for many a year my heart did break

For years and years I’ve looked and looked
I checked the stores, the internet and books
But never did I ever see
A carriage pretty enough to give to Mommy

This past week at craft show what did I see
A wagon and driver as pretty as can be
It’s not a carriage with all that class
But it’s a pretty wagon made of blown glass

Somehow I will hand carry this on a plane
And stand up and take my share of the blame
So Dad it your watching as I fly home again
Just keep me from dropping this darn thing

Is there anyone out there?

Sometimes I think I'm writing to myself. Is there anyone reading this? Please leave a message just to show you dropped by. Come on make my Christmas.

Tom wanted his photo taken

Not sure why, but Tom wanted his photo taken with the flowering plant outside. So I took his photo.

Mom, Trina and Missy all got their packages. Only Trina was allowed to open hers. Her package only included a few of the Christmas gifts. The rest of the gifts were sent to Mom and I'll take them up to Trina when Mom and I drive up from Virginia. Yep, I'm flying to Virginia then driving to Tennessee. Me? I hate to fly and like driving even less. I must be losing my mind. It's the Christmas fever. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

I'm still knitting for Christmas. And I forgot to take photos of the sweaters I sent to the girls. Now I know I'm losing my mind.