Lightening. With a foot of snow on the ground (well, there was early this morning at any rate; it’s been freezing rain all morning). Lightening (and thunder) during what I still consider Winter is just…odd.
Cool. But very disconcerting.
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I bought 4 2GB flash drives since Sunday. LOL. Well, I can’t help it that there’s a great sale! Truthfully, only one was for me. The rest went to my fiancee, brother and father. Yay!
There is no strength so iron hard as gentleness, Anthony. No faith so pure as that which always doubts, no wisdom so deep as that which always questions.
I just think there’s so much truth in it.
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So I got sick of my playlists and stuck iTunes on “party shuffle” for my entire library. Which means you end up with transistions like this one: “Miss Clare Remebers” (Enya) into “Kuss Mick” (Rammstein). ‘Cause, ya know, those flow.
I realized something: my motivation to work out is directly related to the amount of time I am home. That is, the less I’m home, the less I feel like working out. And just home much have I been home? Well, out of 6 weekends (including the coming one), I’ve been home for exactly one. And weekends have beeng meaning Thur-Sun as Dave & I have switched our dance night to Thursday for the duration of his hockey season.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Not in earnest at any rate. Every weekend has had a reason. It just makes for an un-motivated Michee. 
I’ve been trying at least some; but it difficult when I spend most of my week away from the house and don’t have a gym membership (that’s an excessity I’m not willing to spend money on). Sigh.
On a completely random note, I notice I still haven’t upgraded to WordPress 2.0. I ought to do that one of these days…
Today my department was celebrating Boss’ Day (she was out of town on Monday). So I decided to make pumpkin cupcakes. I’d made some pumpkin bread last year, but negelected to keep the recipe. So I decided to try a new one, from Paula Dean and the Food Network.
It turned out alright, but not nearly as sweet or pumkin-pie-tasting as the Libby’s recipe. Next time, I’ll try this one.
Here I am in Dallas, visiting my brother and his family (okay, okay, I’m here visiting my niece. LOL). I flew in last night, so I could have a little more time with them. The intent was to leave just a little early from work and arrive at a reasonable hour in the evening (9pm CDT). Well, the leaving just a little early from work part was right. But then this lovely unseasonable weather we got (1in of snow) decided to rear it’s head and my flight was delayed out of Grand Rapids. Sigh. Well, that’s why I schedule at least one hour between flights, right? This connection was to be 1 hour 20 minutes. And my flight took off about an hour late. Yeah.
So, I arrive in Detroit at gate A29. Thankfully, my next flight leaves from gate A6 (thankfully because Northwest has three concourses in Detroit; at least I was in the same concourse!) I landed at 6:55pm and my next flight was to pull away from the gate at 7:12pm. So, yes, I ran. I ran on the people movers. I had planned to get dinner in Detroit, but that got nixed. Sigh.
And then my flight got delayed in Detroit due to a hydraulic fitting. Sigh.
But, hey, I figured that gave my baggage time to make the transfer.
The flight to Dallas was mostly uneventful. There was a whiny toddler behind me, but that was mostly obnoxious during the hour gate delay. I did get to see some lightening (I think) as we landed. Quite in the distance, but it was neat seeing the sky exploding. 
But we landed and all is well. My brother’s smart enough to check my flight before leaving to pick me up. I made phone calls all around as soon as I could (and just after both Matt & Dad left me messages).
Then just a simple wait for my bag.
And wait. And wait. And isn’t this my carousel? Nope, no bag at the other one either. Sigh.
Wait at the counter for some help (which, naturally, takes forever). Seems my bag didn’t make to my plane. I suspect they automatically routed it to the next morning’s flight. 
But they were efficient and nice enough with me. And they even gave me a toiletry kit complete with t-shirt, toothbrush, brush, razor and even detergent! That was pretty cool.
But at least my bag wasn’t lost. We went and picked it up on our way to lunch with my SIL (it would have been delivered, but we got there first. Lucky timing too; she was just about to look for my bag. If she’d noticed it on the carousel earlier, it already would have been on it’s way! Yay!)
But in Amelia news…she’s a happy baby. Walking (and running!) all over the place. She really likes her “baby” grand piano. Tehehe. I got to feed her breakfast (cheese and then oatmeal later) and even put her down for her morning nap. She was too tired to let me put her down for her afternoon nap. Oh well; that’s okay. In theory, we’ll go for a walk to the park too…but we’ll see.
We visited Kelly for lunch and then walked around with Amelia. She’s just a hit! Everyone think she’s cute (which, of course, she is!) And she’s such a happy baby. Their friend Karen gave Amelia some toys to play with, which she happily chased up and down the cube aisles. LOL. She’s adorable!
I guess we’re going to a steakhouse named “Love and War in Texas” or something. Kinda odd name for a restaurant, but I guess it’s popular. And we’ll hit Fry’s (drool!) and get Chick-Fil-A too (yum!) and hopefully make it to the Aquarium too. And I get to play with Amelia more, which is just the best.
Nikk’s pregnant and she’s due September 24th. It’s my duty as a sister to throw her a shower. (Yes, I know I didn’t throw one for my SIL but she also had three or four thrown for her.This will be Nikk’s only one. The SIL understands.)
Mom’s taking care of the food (even though I’m technically the one throwing the shower–because grandmas do not throw baby showers in our family) and the prizes (truthfully, those were simple) and I’m in charge of the games and the invites.
It’s vaguely super-hero themed (as my sister wrote The DC Universe Role-Playing Game and her husband actively freelances for the industry)–but mostly because the USPS came out with DC stamps.
Anyway, we’re having three games: the usual Guess The Belly Size, a Nursery Rhyme Trivia Game, and Guess The Baby Food. The latter is the most fun, in my opinion. One must guess the contents of unlabeled baby food jars—without smelling or tasting!
Hopefully, we’ll have a webcam up for those that can’t attend!
I love pomegranates.
Correction, I love a pomegranate a year.
I love the taste of pomegranates and have even bought my share of “Pom” juice (although it’s a bit strong & tart to be drank often/alone). And, once a year, I love to eat a pomegranate.
They come into season around Christmas time; just about the time most of the fresh produce from the fall has petered out. I often find myself a Christmas special or movie, plop down in front of the TV with several paper towel and a garbage bowl and begin to dissect my pomegranate.
And dissecting really is the proper term. As anyone familiar with a pomegranate knows, the “meat” of this odd fruit is challenging to get too. First you must get past the outer rind, then tear away the seeds from the inner (tasteless) chambers. But at least that’s as far as my ambition goes. Yes, I’m one of the “lazy” ones who eats the seeds whole. In fact, I didn’t realize you weren’t supposed to eat the seeds until after a half-dozen years (but, hey, I eat sunflower shells too…again, ’cause I’m a bit lazy. Mmm, fiber!) Personally, I like the little bit of crunch the seeds add to the sweet-tart fruit. And I think I’d feel a bit short-changed if all I got to do was suck the juices out. That’s a lot of work for very little output.
I know, I need to do something about this. I’m not even going to attempt to do a fully update at the moment. Here’s the highlights:
What will I do to this site? Gosh I’m not sure. But I’m going to try (yet again) to do SOMETHING with it. I’m trying.