

On the morning of the 24th we went to church at VGC...C. Beth and Rusell sang a beautiful song part of it in English and part in Spanish. I have never heard Beth speak Spanish let alone sing it so when she busted out with it I was suprised. It sounded amazing!
When church was over we went and said our hellos, helped get some of the stage put together that would be needed for the evening service and
I finally was able to introduce Paul to Tiffany Henning.
We had a quick lunch at San Diego Brewing Company (so we could watch some fooseball) and then it was time to head back up to L.A. my mom came with so that when Paul was supposed to work 12 hours on Christmas we would be able to spend the day together. Paul and I got all our stuff together and headed to the ALH.
The family had a wonderful Christmas Eve dinner followed by some dessert, good conversation and the opening of gifts. It is always a great time to be with the family. But...
Your Christmas Song Is |
![]() It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year It's the most wonderful time of the year With the kids jingle-belling And everyone telling you Be of good cheer It's the most wonderful time of the year Hands down, Christmas is your favorite holiday ever And you always enjoy every moment of it |
You Are a Practical Gift Giver |
![]() Your gifts are useful, appropriate, and custom tailored to each person. In your opinion, the best gifts are gifts that someone will actually use. Your gifts may not be the most glamourous, but they are always appreciated. |
... but I only changed one answer that I could not pick between. I believe both are true. What about you? You Are an Angel |
![]() A truly giving soul, you understand the spirit of Christmas. |
You Are a Snowman |
![]() Friendly and fun, you enjoy bringing holiday cheer to everyone you know! |
You Belong in Australia |
![]() Ace! Sunny, upbeat, and cute You make the perfect surf bum Now stop hogging the vegemite! |
Meeko wearing light up reindeer hat, she really didn't mind it. She sat while we snapped a few photos. Though she did think that it was a play toy and not something to wear.
We wanted to give Buddy a chance to try on the collar as well, Meeko didn't like that idea and jumpped on top trying to get the collar back.
Finally a shot we snapped quickly before Meeko jumpped up again.
The three of us also decided to try the hat on Buddy, he was not impressed. That is his pissed off look.
Open Oyster
You scored 44% Dark, 51% Crunch, and 34% Chewy!
You are an Open Oyster: a creamy blend of finely ground hazelnuts and milk chocolate in a milk chocolate shell.
Sometimes you're open, sometimes you're closed, but hidden deep within is a pearl. You don't have much of a wild steak, but you do have your creative and more passionate moments, as well as your sweet ones. But you can turn all that on and off just as easily as an oyster opens and closes. You suck people in when you show them your sweet side...don't be afraid to open up more often ;)
See what chocolate you are HERE
Borrowed from Amy's Blog
I finally got to sleep sometime after 130am. I was woken up at 4:42am to get up and dressed so that I could help my mom and get her bag in the car to head to the airport. We had an exhausting morning.
Here is what happened:
Cyndi: Mom, what airline are you on?
Mom: American
Cyndi: Okay that is Terminal 2
We head to terminal 2, my mom walks fast as she can (snails pace) and we get to the check-in. She swipes her credit card to bring up her flight info, nothing happens.
Cyndi: Are you sure you are on American?
Mom: *checks e-mail info.* Oh, no I am on United.
Cyndi: Great. That is in a different terminal.
We then walk all the way back to the car, pay 50 cents to get out, drive in a circle back to Terminal 1. This time I spot a wheelchair just sitting on the side of the parking lot, I hijack it. I got my mom in the chair and I RAN throught the skywalk all the way to the United check-in. There was a short line. As soon as we walked up we were greeted by a lady who worked there and asked where we were headed. I replied Oakland. She asks if I am sure I am at the right airline, I say yes, my mom is flying United. She looks at the info. and says but you are stopping in LA, that means you are flying out of the Commuter terminal. My reply was tell me you are joking. Mind you all of this started at 530am, and her flight was at 7am. So running back down the skywalk I go. All the way back to the car. Pay another 50 cents to get out of the lot. I drive around the circle again over to the Commuter terminal. I ask the woman if there is an auctual chance she will make this flight, the woman is kind enough to check us in there so that would allow us a little more time.
Cyndi: Well the flight gets into LAX at 750am. I can beat the flight there if we drive. *praying she makes the flight* Mom, I will drop you off at the front and then go get a parking spot.
Mom: Which way do I go
Cyndi: *pointing* Right down there.
My mom starts her journey to where she needs to check her bags. I park the car and meet up with her before she makes it to the door. We get her bag checked. I double check that she will be allowed to have her cane on the plane with her and then it is off to security. The woman who checked the bag was nice enough to call the gate and let them know that my mom has a cane and makes sure they won't leave without her. She gets through security. I tell her to have a nice time and I will see her at the end of the week. Then I pray I have enough gas to get home since I didn't think I would be driving around all of the terminals at SAN International Airport. Once home I crawl back into bed. Guess who wants to play instead. After a couple more hours of sleep and some laundry it is time to get the kids ready to go on their vacation. Buddy was not excited about this prospect, he hides and claws and makes it most difficult to get him in the crate. Meeko goes in without a problem. I find their favorite toys (a little monkey, a sparkely ball and a green fuzzy ball) then it is off to Best Friends Resort. I get them all checked in.
They will be getting play time twice while they are there, and one night they will get a bedtime story. Awww, how cute. (Why would a kitty want a bedtime story? What do you read to a kitty for a bedtime story? Oh well it is free so I am not going to knock it)