Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Blog Hijacked!

Just this once. Vik arrived tired but safe with family in the lower 48. It was snowing there in the desert, and has cleared nicely here... hmmm. Salt Lake City was so fond of her that they delayed her flight and kept her around an extra couple of hours. The dogsitting marathon is done, I have three weeks of clean laundry and single frozen tupperware meals laid up, and I'm putting a dent in the cookies left over from the gift packs she sent out. She asked a few days ago (sorry) if I'd put a gingerbread moose pic (special significance?)on the desktop so she could add it to the blog. As to the child with the child that's been haunting her, I finally talked to the shelter managment. After the usual runaround, I was told that they do remember the girl (not many infants) from just before Thanksgiving, that her stay was short, and they cannot share any personal information or where she might have gone. End of story, I suppose. I don't know if Vikki will blog from down south, but check back in a few weeks when she returns all tanned and refreshed from the desert. Thank you all for your concern. K

Monday, December 15, 2008

I'm off!

I know it's corny, but this is my all-time second favorite Christmas song.

Happy Holidays Everyone! I love you, Karl. ;0) Muaaahhhh!!!!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Amanda, you are extraordinary!

(Because I would never want you to feel left out)

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

We'll see...

Today I went to the grocery store and our local Box-Mart. I was on a mission. I got a nice ham, and a young turkey, along with several single use personal items. Someone's face still haunts me. I can't really see her mother's face but I see her's clearly. I may be wrong; this face could belong to a sweet little boy, but I just had a gut feeling. I haven't thought of much else for a couple weeks; save going to visit the kids and cleaning up dog poo (but that's another post altogether!)

So tomorrow we make the drive to The Brother Francis Emergency Shelter and The Bean's Cafe located in Anchorage. I don't even know what I'll do when we get there; or if what I'm thinking will even come to fruition, but I know that I can't simply do nothing. When I go to sleep at night it's the last image in my mind's eye; and when I find my thoughts drifting during daily tasks, they turn in that direction.

So we'll see...