Family Picture

Here's a recent family picture that Dad just sent me. I thought everyone might enjoy it.

Happy Game Day!

I can't believe I had to wake up at 8am on a Saturday to watch the game. Granted, I'll wake up at that time next week, but that's because I'll be there. It just goes to show what games in the Eastern time zone will do to you.

I watched the game over at Andy and Jennifer's apartment with some fellow ND fans. One of these day's I'll go to the game watch in Santa Monica again, but it's just such a drive...

This afternoon I did a little lesson planning for confirmation class and then met up with some church friends for our monthly potluck. We had a great time even with a crowd that was a little smaller than usual. The theme this time was "cheesy foods," which gave us plenty of options. Of course I was entirely uncreative and brought frozen pizza. I guess that's okay though since most other people also bought ready made meals at the store.

I think that's enough for now. Hey, two postings in one week!

-chc

Pollo What? Loco. That's right.

I had an interesting lunch experience just the other day. I walked with some coworkers down to the local Pollo Loco, as I often do. It's a good place to go because our company card gets us a ten percent discount--Same as the seniors, Yeah!

On this particular day I ordered a cheese Quesadilla, which is my usual since everything else has Chicken in it. After opening it and noticing that the cheese wasn't melted I sent it back because, hey, I expect my quesadilla to be cooked even if it did cost ten percent less. When I got it back, it had magically sprouted chicken inside. How about that?

So I took it back to the manager and explained that I ordered a cheese quesadilla and this one has chicken. Could I please have another one without chicken--just cheese. Guess what I got back two minutes later. Steak and cheese.

One more try and they finally got it right. They even managed to cut it that time. Thank goodness.

-chc

You Know You're From Michigan When...

I found this on the internet somewhere and thought it was amusing enough to copy...

You Know You're From Michigan When...

You define summer as three months of bad sledding.

You can identify an Ohio accent.

Your idea of a seven-course meal is a six pack and a bucket of smelt.

You know how to play (and pronounce) Euchre.

The Big Mac is something that you drive across.

You bake with soda and drink pop.

Your Little League baseball game was snowed out.

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.

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

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.

You know what a pastie is.

Snow tires come standard on all your cars.

Your snowblower has more miles on it than your car.

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.

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