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Monday, December 08, 2008

Christmas letter 2008


In the effort to save on paper, I am emailing many of my Christmas letters this year. In the attached pic, Precious is on the blanket sleeping while Frodo is on the headrest looking down. So here we go.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all my family and friends. This Happy New Year started off with a meow when I stepped on my cat Frodo snuggled underneath my blanket. Precious was on my lap and jumped off when I got up. I gave a peck on their fuzzy foreheads at midnight and went to bed. Soon the Caucaus whirlwind blew in seizing all our car rentals. The airport actually roped off part of the parking garage for extra return space for the car rentals and had security outside directing people which are their car rental spots. Barak Obama was the favorite as well as the Republican guy I forget the name to. Mom soon had her second knee replacement replaced to spend Valentine's Day in the Assisted Care facility for special therapy attention. They had a Sweetheart dinner Dad attended and he complained he was out of food at home. Mom informed him that he knows where the grocery store is. Mom enjoyed the lap of luxury of no cooking nor cleaning while it lasted. Precious had his second birthday we celebrated with a new cat tower that terrified Frodo. It took him a month to get in the tower basket and then Precious had trouble kicking him out. Frodo was squashed and pawed at by Precious, but Frodo held his ground scratching back. He will not be bullied. Don't worry, Frodo does the same to Precious in the basket and Precious makes Frodo find another spot. He is no pussy either. Ah, youth.
Regular as clockwork, the last big snowstorm hit during the State Basketball Tournaments. Several hours they closed the airport, or rather the tarmac since I was counting my change drawer, and shut down my computer several times to my aggravation trying to close so I can go home. Frodo celebrated his second birthday with a new bright red feather teaser. My niece spent the night many times this year and I know I pick her up from preschool too often when the other kids scream "Her Aunt" when I arrive. She can't wait for her baby sister sitting in China to come home where she belongs, hopefully next year their name on the adoption list gets called. I got new turquoise glasses in the spring that few noticed until Autumn, perhaps it was my blue eyeliner I started wearing then. The annual yanking the mats out of Precious fur began as he shed and continued through the summer. At the vet, the nurse shaved his butt to his protest. I assured the nurse he has his claws and knows how to use them. They wrapped him in a kitty tamale (bath towel) to keep from getting scratched and didn't get the tangles on his tummy. I worked combing those out another month. Precious was also a pound overweight so got different cat food with more protein and less carbohydrate. This led to Frodo loosing weight until he turned aggressive gobbling his share of food before Precious ate it. He did get thinner and became more active as a result. I try to keep him fit, as does Frodo. We had tornadoes and floods to rent out all the cars to disaster relief. The constant rain made us wade through the parking lot with the River on the other side of the apartment complex swelled to take out the road and bike trail next door. Water failed to reach us but we did get a warning of possible forced evacuation on our doors. It never happened to my relief.
I took my niece to the zoo and had a fun day until we had to return to her home. She loves my cats. Worked the 4th of July and had fun picking burs out of the cats' fur, even Frodo had a bur in his short haired tail. My niece from another area came for a visit to my sister's house and we played with niece's new tent (a sheet over a table). Soon the Olympics started with the Iowa favorite, Shawn Johnson. The cats enjoyed watching the Olympics on TV and competed in their own games. Magnificant flying vaults off the rocking chair, high jump to open the doorknob (it's locked), swim meet in the water bowl, air and floor somersaults chasing the cat teaser, and balance beam on the TV to catch a fly. After months of irritation from cats refusing to come inside and I missed Oprah's interview with Tom Cruise, the cats got put on leashes to go outside. Precious started bucking like a bronco until he got used to the idea of limited movement. Celebrated my birthday with my sister and niece. We went out to dinner and then left niece with a babysitter to go to the local comedy club. It changed locations so we saw a movie nearby instead. The new Batman movie was starting when we arrived so saw that one. Soon my make-up school in Burbank, CA began and learned to do camera make-up, no special effects. Got a good report from my friends catsitting my babies. One friend's child thought Precious was so sweet she wanted to take him home. I finished my second novel for my nieces and still editing it. I have little spare time to edit since I quit my airport car rental job to work for Dillards. Two coworkers sent me off with a gift bag and cupcakes. I tried to share the cupcakes to get rejected and ate most of them in a few hours.
Then, I was bait and switched to work in Mens Shoes with only false hope of transferring to Cosmetics someday. I am too old to follow the carrot I know I will never catch. I have been applying everywhere there is a Cosmetics counter along with theaters and event planners. Spent Thanksgiving with my sister's family and brother who was there to paint my niece's room. Niece included her baby sister still in China in her Thanksgiving dinner prayer. Then went down to my parents' house to pick up my Christmas decorations. It took four days, but got them all up and displayed. I have fabulous light display on my balcony I bought after Christmas last year (half off means buy twice as much you know). This Christmas Eve I'll be home drinking cocoa wrapped in a warm blanket and probably spend Christmas Day with my parents.
Seasons Greetings to you all.
Love Always, Jordan
Precious and Frodo say Meowy Christmas.

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