Day 3 of December

Sorry Shaunan, I hope you get to work before you check the blog post.  I don't want to make you late for work.
I also want to send out birthday wishes today (since the world is still in tact)
Happy Birthday to my cousin Darcy.  I still remember when you're mom brought you home from the hospital.  It was Christmas Day and you guys came to our house.  I think we came to get you or visit you and when we got back home, my Mom told me I forgot a present under the tree.  I remember thinking, how could I have not seen a present that big.  Turned out it was my light brite, and Santa had forgot all about the present in the closet.  I also remember we started singing "Hello Dolly" to your mom.  Not sure why........
Also Happy Birthday to one of my American girlfriends, De.  Sorry De, I didn't get those diamonds in the mail soon enough, but your card should be coming soon.
    So a couple of neat entries to talk about.  First, I won on the radio.  I know, it's almost like another job for me.  But when I'm awake at 5:00 a.m. (cause that's when Bill leaves for work), I turn the radio on and listen, and that's when a lot of contests come on.  This time I won ticket's to Jubilations Dinner Theatre;  a Tim Hortons gift basket and tickets to the premier screening of a new Matt Damon movie in Janaury.  I love positive energy.
  Last night was an amazing end to a very hectic day.  I manage to work three of my stores and still head to work with the kids in the afternoon.  Patrick was scheduled to arrive back in Calgary around 11:10.  I thought I would run some errands first, seeing how Superstore is open 24 hours during the holiday season.  I was pleasantly surprised how empty the parking lot was, and even more surprised how empty the store was at 9:30 at night.  I needed a few groceries and a few presents for a work Christmas party on Monday.  During my shopping, the son called to tell me the flight was delayed.  So I finished my shopping and after some pondering, decided to head to Tim Hortons for a hot chocolate instead of driving all the way home, only to turn around and head back to the airport.  I knew somewhere in my purse was a $15.00 Tim Horton's gift card, but I didn't have the patience to go searching for it.  As I was waiting for my toasted bagel, 6 young gentlemen (high school age), dressed in their highland uniforms, kilts and all, walk into Tim Hortons.  They placed their order after me, and suddenly it just seemed like the right time to find the gift card.  I handed it to the lady working at the til, and asked her to apply it to the group's order.  It doesn't matter how many times one does this, it always, always, leaves me with a warm heart. The boys walked by me on the way to their seats, and all six of them thanked me (Maam)  So I'm working on my IPad, and I notice they all get up and back to the cashier; after all they are growing boys. Before I know it, they guys are standing in front of my table, and they present me with a gift mug and coffee.  (The same gift I had just purchased three of)  Wow, I was blown away.  The original thank you was appreciation enough.  I wish I could thank their parents on a job well done.
  Now there is a bit of "dodododododod" in this story.  At the beginning of the week, I had been researching on taking a trip to Scotland; just for Bill and I. I'll go into more of that in a different blog.  But the fact that Scotland and these young men in their kilts showed up in the same week, in my thoughts, just keeps me believing in the power of thought.
  Patrick's flight finally arrived just after 12:00 midnight.  It was great to see the boy; whiskers and all.  I guess when you are busy with exams, personal hygiene comes last.  We arrived home to great fanfare from Maya, and a smile from Bill.  Just as I am getting ready for bed, Patrick asks me if I would like to hear some of his journal from his trip to Thailand this past summer.  The adult in me just wanted to get some sleep, but the mom in me was thrilled that he would want to share his personal story with me.  So for the next hour or so, Patrick read part of his experiences during his trip.  I think I sat there with my mouth open the entire time.  Where did this boy learn to write.  I may be his mom, but I was very impressed with his writing style and capabilities.  Once he has finished the journal, I hope he will let me share some excertps with you.
  That was my past week in a nut shell - or at least in this blog.  I hope to get another blog written before Christmas, but if I don't Merry Christmas everyone.
Stacey