Seen many places. Can’t remember them all. Stolen directly from Zoot.

Directions:

Go to Google and click on the “Images” link. Type in the following and post the first (or your favorite) picture the search engine finds.

• The name of the town where you grew up – the waterfall in the center of town (they put the wrong name of the river on it – makes me want to buy a house from them – NOT)
• The name of the town where you live now – totally not putting my home town in here. But here are the fireworks we go to every 4th of July
• Your name – wish I looked like this!
• Your Grandmother’s name (yeah, I know you probably had 2 (or more); just pick one) – An orchid that shares her name
• Your favorite food – if you can’t guess, you don’t know me at all
• Your favorite drink – it’s an appletini but I wanted this photo, so you have to put in martian martini
• Your favorite song – right now it’s more of a whole soundtrack
• Your favorite smell – jasmine

In hot, hot & humid St. Louis.

Yay, for central air.

My little nephew is the most adorable red-headed baby EVER. He is sweet. He hardly cries. He didn’t wake me up once last night. He sleeps A LOT. And his cry does not shatter glass. Not that I’ve ever known anyone who has. It’s not like one or two of my children had that ability at birth. HA!

But Collin. No glass shatters. No hullabaloo ensues. Just quiet. Peace and quiet. And an occasional newborn sounding cry.

And light. The child is long and oh so skinny. I can hold him with one arm for hours. Not that I’ve tried that or anything. *cough, cough* Have I mentioned how cute he is?

The trip out…

Do you really want to know? No? Well, I know I’ve mentioned this before – my blog – my chance to whine/complain/rant/expound on the mundane/write boring drivel. So here goes…

The trip involved 3 flights.

1. Rochester to Detroit.

   Was late pulling into the terminal in Detroit. I got off with 9 minutes until my next flight was suppose to take off. Checked the screen with the info… Gate A10. Looked at the gate I just came out of… Gate 53. FIFTY_THREE! 9 minutes.

   I ran (okay, speed walked) 43 gates (Imagine Hurley on LOST running for his flight). I was late. They’d held the plane. (Someone might have mentioned they were going to do that) I received many dirty looks from passengers. My seatmate informed me there was a tram that would have got me there in 2 minutes. I figure the amount of time it would have taken me to find out how the whole tram thing worked the plane would have been in Memphis.

2. Yes, Detroit to Memphis.

   20 minutes from gate to gate. Gate was 10 yards away. Plane was already boarded. Still had time to use a real bathroom.

3. Memphis to St. Louis.

   Arrived at last. Luggage actually made it. I was sure it wouldn’t since I barely made the flights. But YAY! Luggage. YAY! no more flying in a tiny, ity-bity seat, where hot sweaty people surround you for another week. YAY! Get to see Shana, Rob and COLLIN!

So that is the end of my trip. Now I must just survive the heat. Did I mention the crushing, smothering HEAT?

Must start getting ready to fly to St. Louis.

I have packed NOTHING.
I have made lists of NOTHING.
I have NO BOOKS to read on the trip.
I have errands to run.

I REALLY must get off the computer.

7 hours until lift-off…