Good morning good morning Peggy, Leigh, Debie, Molli, Helene, Sue, whomever I forgot and all that come later!
It's a busy busy day around here. Mom and dad are leaving for London today for mom's new business venture, so I get to do the airport run. I personally am one works cited page away from having my term paper completed (let's hear it for starting early! Woohoo!) so I will be headed up north, albeit not with the yahoos on I-75. Our place is at the tip of the thumb (foreign reference for those of you not from Michigan or the Midwest, I'm sure, but look at a map of Michigan), so we head up M-53 - 2 hours and 15 minutes max - I love it. It's supposed to be nice and toasty, so I'll probably get in some boating time, taking it down to visit my cousin, seeing if he'll take me out SKIING for the first time this year. Yay!
"Is ice hockey hard? I don't know, you tell me. We need to have the strength and power of a football player, the stamina of a marathon runner and the concentration of a brain surgeon. But, we need to put all this together while moving at high speeds on a cold and slippery surface while 5 other guys use clubs to try and kill us. Oh, yeah, did I mention that this whole time we're standing on blades 1/8 of an inch thick. Is ice hockey hard? I don't know, you tell me. Next question."