And We're Back!

Back at work today from the holidays and then another long lazy weekend is ahead. Now that's what I call livin'. It is so joyous to sleep in, wake up just in time to shower and watch a whole hour of Will and Grace, then decide what to eat or where to go. We had a nice holiday yesterday (though S and I began the day with a big disagreement which was later resolved after he left and went to get him a Starbucks and cool off--I was just proud of myself that I was able to handle our conflict without any yelling or anger and with more patience than I've ever had before. Still, we do need to resolve this final big issue between us [his mother] and it says a lot about my new attitude that I am willing to do my part, meaning ACCEPT her apology when and if it comes! I'm sure therapy will continue to assist us in this though we still have not scheduled our next appointment.)

Anyway, I made 2 batches of sausage balls yesterday morning and in the early afternoon we headed to my aunt's house. My dad was already there with his girlfriend whom we all love and we settled in for a long day of eating and sitting around. But my dad continues to irk me in some ways, i.e., he kept talking about his possible "new" family out in California and how he might have grandchildren "now" (as if my daughter doesn't really count) and while I truly appreciated my Xmas gifts from him (2 burnt CD's of classic Laszlo music and since we have the same taste in music it is all right up my alley [Texas blues, Doug Sahm, Willie Nelson, certain Mexican corridos, etc. etc.], a classic blues artwork from the 1920's calendar, and a burnt DVD of his legendary Freddy Fender documentary, "El BeBop Kid") I couldn't help but notice he wrote my maiden name on the wrapping paper. What kind of bullshit is that? Ahhh, who cares. What would the holidays be without family angst and bad feelings anyway?

Patrol on Xmas eve ended eventfully as I had to rush a fellow deputy to the hospital after he got attached by a rottweiler and bit in the face (ouch). I drove 110 mph and I knew S and Mudflap would be proud of me. I guess it was on the news though we left before the cameras got there. Then on Xmas I got a couple of phone calls from up high to get the story. I wasn't even there at the time when it happened, I was literally just the one that got asked to take him to the hospital, poor kid. Most likely b/c I was the only one without my own patrol car! But I was glad to do it and I squeezed his hand while he got numerous extremely painful shots in the face (again I say, ouch)!

Tomorrow I will take the baby to the butterfly center and we will be meeting an old friend of mine from UNT who has recently relocated to Houston and who I found via Facebook! Good times. Then on Sunday, sadly we must take her back and drop her off at noon but I want to take S out to the movies after that. Next week: New Year's in New Orleans!!!