It’s either that or the one who can tolerate the most. Yes, I survived. I made it home on Tuesday night around 9pm and was so glad to have made it. Don’t get me wrong, I Love my family, but I started to realize why I had moved to the other side of the Continent. Good things were accomplished though. I got my parents set up on Broadband and Video Conferencing. I got to spend a lot of time with my Sister. And I got to spend a lot of time and Christmas with my Son Andrew. (Of course the latter being the most important.)

The Flight home was very Un-eventful, we got to Crescent City around 9ish and checked in. Flight took off at 10:50am and I waved to everyone from the plane. (It’s a small airport) Landed in SFO at 11:50 and had enough time to hit the restroom, Buy me an 8 dollar Sandwich with Bottle of water, and get a Magazine (which I promptly forgot in the terminal when I boarded, damnit.) I then boarded and threw on the Headphones for a nice relaxing 5 hours. No Screaming kids this time, I even got a little nap in there. When I landed, Amy was waiting there to pick me up and we went home.

Yesterday was spent relaxing and doing the Financial Discovery. (Realizing how much I had spent on vacation) Looks like its Top Raman for a while. (Thankfully no Shrimp Flavored)

Friday is the Garrison New Years Party (need a new year’s resolution to not spend any more money, hehe like that one will hold) So look for some great Debauchery stories come Mondayish.

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