Rambo's Rampages...

I made it. I hope no one was worried about me. Nicholas Cage never showed up (I'm not too upset about that). I got my hazlenut latte. And it was good, the nurse didn't lie, but I'm still undecided on whether or not it was worth the trip. I most definitely got lost and wandered up and down two sets of stairwells for a while. Then I roamed the third floor for about 10 minutes before finally breaking down and, yes, asking directions. I generally would not have done that, but by this point I was almost ready to call it quits and skip the coffee altogether but my stomach was yelling at me and I'm too stubborn. So I got a nurse to escort me. She didn't mind. I think she felt bad for me - she definitely would have if I had shown her the pitiful picture that was my so called map. An escort, several guard stations, and a parking garage later I end up at The Grind. The line is l-o-n-g. I'm tired, hungry, and had just worked my butt off to find this place - so I stay. And,...

Well, little man just went back for his surgery. His face will be tube free for the first time since his first week of life. So no more of this: :) Yay :) And I'm wondering why the only thing on my mind is a Cinnabon cinnamin roll. They are so good. Well, I guess I know why that's on my mind: I'm starving! But still, shouldn't I be thinking about my son and his surgery and all of that? What kind of a mother am I? :) Since my hunger situation is so dire, his nurse has decided to send me on what she's called a 'treasure hunt' for the best hazlenut coffee and scones around. So she says. And if that is the case then why in these 3 months we've been here have I never heard of this place? I'm thinking this is more of a wild goose chase. It involves going over a bridge, through a garage, etc. She even had to draw me a map. I keep expecting Nicholas Cage to come around the corner with a historical document of some sort, decoding something. I'm r...