Christmas Coming!

Christmas is 9 days away. Bob and I finally got the Christmas cards written and licked yesterday. Susannah (whose track record includes getting both dogs for me) took care of us by snapping our pics at Fort Worth while we were visiting her the first of December and ordering them through a special deal she found on the internet. She is honestly the most sweetly manipulative person I know...she has a special talent for talking people into doing exactly what she wants them to do. We got the cards the day we arrive home --all for $3.12 (thanks to Susannah's thriftiness in some areas).

Susannah, Adam and Anderson came home over the last weekend and had a whirl of activities at all the parents' homes. She has always enjoyed being a divorced kid and thinks there are huge benefits involved. Two birthday parties, double the presents...two to four Christmas celebrations, quadruple the presents...etc. It's easy to see why she has so much enthusiasm for all the festivities.

Kecia, Jessica and Sydney also spent time with us for the last 2 weeks. I forgot what was like to be in the midst of family (bathtimes, bedtimes, school rush). Bob and I are just settling back into our routine. The dogs are starting to get bored again, too. Bliss......

Work is beginning to slow down. 12 docs recruited so far for 2010 and I'm working on 5 more. I love my job but I honesly thought it would be easier. I forgot that I bring this insane work ethic to every undertaking. I keep thinking that retirement sounds like so much fun but I can just see us taking on major projects. Although Bob initially thought I should retire, now he is rethinking having me around all the time. The Honey Do list is already being formed in my head even though it's a year and half away. However, Bob says I can't retire until I pay off American Express so I may have to work alot longer...maybe another decade or two. Wonder if the Medical Center will continue to employ me into my 90s?

So what do I want for Christmas? World peace, family gatherings, to hear the sound of my grandson saying "Nunna" and tooting for Bop(Bob, who has a funky thing he does like a whistle), my daughter and son-in-love to move into their own home (unfortunately in Texas), to hear Sydney screech with joy, to hear Jessica laugh, and to continue to hear Bob snore.