I am sorry for the long delay since my last post. Nothing cool or neat has happened and I am still working on some blog ideas in my head. Plus, I am working on a book plot.
Question, do any parents who read this wrap Santa presents? I did not get wrapped presents from Santa. Amelia, she got wrapped presents from the old white bearded man. I lost this discussion for Reagan's first Christmas with true Santa gifts. Wrapping them it was, except the big stuff that cannot be wrapped like the little train we got her that year. Year 2 I believe it was. So a few minutes ago I began the Santa wrapping process. Oh man do I blow! I thought I was bad years ago, but with the arthritis and knots on my joints, now I am all thumbs. I also wrapped the wife's gifts. So now my hands hurt and now after typing they are cramped. The life of a cripple.
My friend Kim from my LCH crew came up here to the sticks to visit. She took me to the movies. We saw the new 007 movie. It was in IMAX. I want an IMAX screen in my house. The screen is the size of a house. Well, the side of one. That was the best Bond I have ever seen and I have seen them all.
It was great seeing an old friend. I do not get to see many of my work friends often, from any hospital. I miss my friends, I miss the conversations that only a group of respiratory therapist can have with a few nurses peppered in. I relate with Kim well. We are within 1 month of the same age and have exact same amount of RT experience. I hate I am not there to help her with her new job title. I hate I am not there to take the 2nd lead position opposite of her. We were always a good team and still are, we still talk shop. We both surprise each other from time to time with some odd respiratory fact. Good times!
Enjoy the shopping malls folks. I use Amazon. Until next time....
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