Happy New Year

Well this last week was full of adventures. I assisted my best friend Iva with buying a car. (She said she brought me along so I could be bossy.) There were two birthdays in my family: my dear Grandmother and sister Erin.
Today my sister Mijken, Sully (her cute 8 month old), Grandma and Grandpa and I met up at Grandma's for lunch. It was great, and Mr. Sully sure did keep us entertained.

Meanwhile ... back at the farm

My Aunt and Uncle took care of Miss Meisje while I was gone for the first week, the final five days, my best friend Iva watched after the baby dog.

Meisje learned how to share toys and eat cat food from cousin Zuzu. She learned how to beg even better for human food with Iva (she ate TV dinners and Hot Pockets). Meisje learned to be nice to little kids, and let them play with her kennel too. After all when one is two or three years old, it is fun to bark and pretend one is a doggie.

Meisje is happy to have her Momma back, even if Momma is mean and makes her eat her dog food. She loves her rib bone from her "Grand-paw", and she chews it all of the time.

Vacation to New England (Winter 2008- 2009)

I left at 5:30AM on the 24th to find my shuttle to the airport leaving without me. I ran after the van for two blocks, and caught it. Whew! I did not miss my flight.

I managed to get a migraine on the flight out, so when I got to New York City, I felt sick. I did not get too nauseated until I was in Manhattan. When I got outside Madison Square Garden, I was stopped by a nice Jewish man, who asked me, "Are you Jewish?" At this point I was sick and lost, it was dark, and I could hardly see, but I took a moment to talk to him. I said, "No, I am not." He wished me a happy Hanukkah; I bid him a Merry Christmas, and then he kindly directed me to Penn Station. As I was entering the station, another Jewish man stopped me and asked me the same question. I don't know what they were doing out in the cold wondering if people are Jewish, but it was nice to have strangers wish me a good Holiday.

Inside the station (after getting sick from the migraine), a drug addict stopped me. The woman was VERY pregnant. She asked if I would buy her some food. It was Christmas Eve after all, so I agreed. Right next to us was a soft pretzel stand, so I went to buy her one, and the woman took the money right out of my hand and ran off. It was only two dollars. I just wish I could have gotten food into that baby in her instead of the crack I am sure she bought.

Finally, I arrived. YAY!!! I was only an hour late, and I was so happy to see my parents. We had a really fun visit. We mostly went to museums and went for drives around the country side.

Well, NYC I did not love, but picturesque New England, I adore! I'm sure you will see why, one you check out the smilebox photo book I made.

The way home was much less eventful (thanks to Dramamine), although I did get bonked on the head by someone's bag falling out of the overhead bin. I got home to my sweet dog and promptly passed out. Today I went back to work. It was a nice day, but where is my vacation for my vacation?

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