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Heat Index of 105

Thermometer_largestIt's HOT! HOT! HOT!

The temperature has hovered around 97 degrees today with a heat index at 105 degrees.  That's hot!  Needless to say, we're staying inside and not doing much -- it's a good day to 'veg.'

This photo is of the Tallest/Largest Thermometer in the World and resides at the edge of the Mojave Desert.  Today it reads on 86 degrees with a heat index of 88.  Go figure, we're warmer than the edge of the desert???

Would we be 'egg'aggerating if we said it must be hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. At what temperature do you think an egg would fry out there?  Culinary information states that the heat needs to be a minimum of 145 degrees to turn the 'liquid' egg to a solid.  If the heat stays like this we may have to try it.

Stay cool.

July 24, 2005 in Musings | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Morning After

The morning after didn't begin until almost 8 a.m.
The morning after didn't include clothing beyond pajamas until after 11 a.m.
The morning after didn't include any trips to the office and only one phone call.

The morning after became the afternoon after and included a trip to the store and a walk up to the grotto, which incidently was beautifully alight with the glow of thousands of candles.  So many prayers...

The morning after included a deep sense of contentment over a worshipful, spiritually nourishing Holy Week.  All 6 liturgies and the 12 hour prayer vigil stirred many worshipers.

The morning after was sorely needed.  And tomorrow will be the morning after the morning after and I hope it doesn't begin until 8 a.m. either.

March 28, 2005 in Musings | Permalink | Comments (0)

The Vernal Equinox

Sunrise_1March 20 - Vernal Equinox
Here comes the sun!

The first robins made their way into our yard today.  It seems terribly late though not entirely surprising since it's 33 degrees and we had snow (pellets) this morning. 

Only 93 more days until summer.

March 20, 2005 in Musings | Permalink | Comments (0)

Guess I'm from Michigan...

You Know You're From Michigan When...

You define summer as three months of bad sledding.

You think Alkaline batteries were named for a Tiger outfielder.

You can identify an Ohio accent.

Owning a Japanese car is a hanging offense in your hometown.

You know how to play (and pronounce) Euchre.

The Big Mac is something that you drive across.

You believe that "down south" means Toledo.

You bake with soda and drink pop.

You drive 75 on the highway and you pass on the right.

You learned how to drive a boat before you learned how to ride a bike.   [notabene editor: and back up a trailer before you had a driver's liscence]

You know how to pronounce "Mackinac".

The word "thumb" has a geographical rather than an anatomical significance.

You have experienced frostbite and sunburn in the same week.

You expect Vernor's when you order ginger ale.

You know that Kalamazoo not only exists, but that it isn't far from Hell.

Your favorite holidays are Christmas, Thanksgiving, the opening of deer season and Devil's Night.

At least one person in your family disowns you for the week of the Michigan/Michigan State football game.

You know what a millage is.

Traveling coast to coast means driving from Port Huron to Muskegon.

Half the change in your pocket is Canadian, eh.

You show people where you grew up by pointing to a spot on your left hand.

You know what a "Yooper" is.

Your car rusts out before you need the brakes done

Half the people you know say they are from Detroit... yet you don't personally know anyone who actually lives in Detroit

"Up North" means north of Clare.

You know what a pastie is.

You occasionally cheer "Go Lions- and take the Tigers with you."

Snow tires come standard on all your cars.

At least 25% of your relatives work for the auto industry.

You don't understand what the big deal about Chicago is.

Octopus and hockey go together as naturally as hot dogs and baseball.

You know more about chill factors and lake effect than you'd EVER like to know!

Your snowblower has more miles on it than your car.

Shoveling the driveway constitutes a great upper body workout.

When giving directions, you refer to a "Michigan Left."

You know when it has rained because of the smell of worms.

You never watch the Weather Channel - you can just assume they're wrong.

The snowmen you make in your front yard actually freeze. Solid.

The snow freezes so hard that you can actually walk across it and not break it or leave any marks.

All your shoes are called "tennis shoes", even though no one here plays tennis anyway.

Your major school field trip includes camping and cross-country skiing.

Half your friends have a perfect sledding hill right in their own backyard.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Michigan.



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November 22, 2004 in Musings | Permalink | Comments (0)

My husband SHOUTS! at the TV

My husband shouts at the television. Screaming, tsk-tsking, shaking his fist, he bellows armchair advice to listeners deaf to his words. Throwing his hands into the air he roars, "No Way!" "I can't believe he did that!" "Who decided to make that call???" An unexpected move prompts "Yes! Way to Go!" as he pumps his fist in the air. Late night snacks: pizza rolls on a paper plate balancing on a stack of magazines strewn across the coffee table and a cold beer sitting on a napkin that barely soaks up the condensation from the bottle -- food to satisfy the tv munchies and a good excuse to blame later in the night as he hits the Tums. He'll never admit that the acid indigestion comes from the stomach churning, body tension that comes with the realization that his team's not looking as good as the pre-season predictions and early polls said they would. No, no. The NFL season hasn't begun -- it's political convention time (RNC this week; DNC a few weeks back) and I live with a political junkie. The newspapers and Pew polls have become his sacred texts, pundits and editoral writers his gurus, MSNBC and C-Span his flickering beacons of visual insight. I can't wait until the morning after the second Tuesday in November.

September 02, 2004 in Musings | Permalink | Comments (0)

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