The Saga Continues.

I feel such a rant coming on.

Northwest just called, they've found one of my bags and they think it will be delivered here some time tonight. That would be a full three days since I've been seperated from my luggage. Of course this isn't the one with most of my clothes, this is the one with a jacket and a few other things. The bag with my clothes and Christmas presents in it is still MIA.

To top it off, I went to go buy a pair of jeans and a few tops today. The store would not accept my debit card. There's no visa or mastercard logo on it.

Of course there isn't you freaking retail morons. It's a Canadian card. We don't do that up in nice, friendly, Canada. It's a debit card, not a credit card. I do not have to have any affiliation with a credit card company... it's just like cash. You know... cash... real money....

So here I wait... very cranky.

I don't even have the energy for a rant today.

Merry Christmas and Never Fly with Northwest!

It turns out that December 23rd is not a good day to fly. After reaching Minneapolis/St.Paul, Minnesota only half an hour late, I ran to the gate for my next flight - the one that would take me to South Bend, Indiana.

And then sat there for six hours.

In Minnesota, not Indiana.

They cancelled our flight because the pilots had 'timed out' - they'd been so delayed that they'd been on the job for over 16 hours. Not exactly someone I'd want to be flying my plane. (I felt really bad for the flight that got cancelled right after us, because their stewardess was the one who timed out, not the pilot... I think I could go without a drink and figure out how to work the emergency exit... as long as you got me in the air...)

So Northwest put us all up in a hotel. Of course we had to track down a shuttle to the airport and there were a couple hundred people who'd been stranded. Some had vouchers from the airline for hotels that had no shuttle, some had no way to get to their destination until Saturday! I felt pretty lucky that they'd been able to re-route me to an airport where R. could drive to get me (Chicago - Midway)

I, being the bright bulb that i am, packed everything in my luggage - including my winter jacket. And surprise surprise, Minneapolis had the coldest night of the year. Here i am trying to get my shuttle in -25C with a t-shirt and a zip up hoodie. However I managed to perpetuate the 'tough Canadian' image a little bit further.

I made a few new friends of course, Christie from Indiana who lives in Minnesota and is dating the Air Force Captain in South Carolina and wants a $7000 ring before he heads off to Korea for a year, and the family from Reno who are originally from South Bend and were very funny. The dad has MS and walks with a cane - or when he's sitting he threatens various people with it.... There was also the weird Oklahoma family whose method of communication consists of insulting each other alternating with saying 'you go girl'.

But remarkable, we were all in good humour. Call it the Christmas spirit, but I can't remember laughing so much. It was definitely a case of 'if I don't laugh, I'll cry' because we were all so tired. Christie had a hotel room right next to mine, which was good for her because she developed a cling-on at the airport... some older guy who stood so close to her all the time he breathed on her shoulder and then invited us back to his hotel room for a drink.

Um, no, thank you.

And who could forget the shuttle bus driver who used to be a pilot for Northwest... only 45 minutes late.. ironic, isn't it?

Anyways, I made it to Chicago's Midway Airport on the afternoon of the 24th.

My luggage, however, did not.

So after spending $60 at Walgreens, I at least have deoderant, a toothbrush and some essentials... including massive grannie-panties.. because who wants to meet the parents when you've been wearing the same underwear for two days.

So it's Christmas day, and we're off to go to R.'s parents for dinner... after running by the South Bend Airport to see if my luggage made it to where I was originally supposed to go. (The online tracing system just says "still tracing, check back soon!" but it might as well say, "you're starting to smell and everyone knows you're wearing the same clothes as you were two days ago... but you have a $25 voucher for repeat travel so why aren't you smiling?" or maybe "you know you run out of birth control pills in your carry on in two days, better hope your luggage shows up with the rest of it!")

So Merry Christmas to everyone!

< .RANT. >

I definately have some bitch qualites. Don't get me wrong. I get upset with others fairly easily. But I'm very disappointed in *some people* this week. Isn't it the season to be happy and spread joy? Instead I'm spending a portion of my time being forced to listen to some serious back-stabbing, whining, two-faced, witchy people.

I don't want to go into specifics, but hear me out for a moment.... Sometimes, if you really don't like someone, you may have to just GET OVER IT. Understand that it just might BE YOU with the problem and not them. I understand that they have some issues. I get that. But if you have an issue with everyone who has issues... you have bigger issues.

I would also like to rant for a moment on martyrs. Not the actual died-for-others martyrs, but more like "I'm going to whine and complain about my situation, all the while continuing to perpetuate it and throw myself upon an altar of martyrhood". I have a problem with chronic complainers. If it's so freaking bad... DO something about it! Or don't you have the balls? It's easier to just complain? You don't say....

< /RANT >

Forgive me.

The BF has been in town. This = less desire to be out in the real world. This includes blogging. I've been bad.

Plus there's that whole getting ready for Christmas thing. I don't even want to think about it. I've gotten several small gifts for the small monster. And I do feel guilty because I know others will spend more money on him than I do. But it's not about the money or the presents. It's about... wait, what's it about?

I won't be spending Christmas with my son. I told his dad that he could have him for Christmas. It was my charitable moment of the year. It was actually quite hard and I was left with this small wound in my heart. I want my son for each and every Christmas, but I know that won't happen. And I hate to see him having to bounce to and fro on Christmas day.

But I did recover from the small wound. Mostly because I booked a flight to visit the BF for Christmas. That's me, the trashy single mom, pawning off her child so that she can flit around in other countries with her boyfriend. Yep. That's me.

Blessed

I am blessed with a wonderful child. Sure he has his moments. And when he has those moments I hold my breath and count to 1567, but for the most part, he's a sweetie. He's mamma's baby. Oh wait, he's mamma's "big kid" now. He's three and the biggest extroverted three that you can find. As I've been told recently... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Every morning I wake up to hear M. softly calling "mommy" and although I don't like leaving my warm bed, I know when I go sit on his bed, he'll begin to tell me about his dream - as if I'd been there, which I probably was. "Wemember mommy? Wemember we played football and Santa was on my team?" And I'll nod and smile and we'll head off to the living room to turn on cartoons, eat a poptart and cuddle for a few minutes. The mornings are very sweet.

I have to go to work , but I'll try and keep up the blogging. Pwomise.