Home from Californ I A

The weather there was awesome. The weather here? Not so much!

For some unknown reason, the shuttle company forces its passengers to awake BEFORE the butt crack of dawn, to pile into the shuttle, to drive the 20 minutes to the OC Airport, only to find out that you can't go through security to your gate for another 45 minutes because - THEY AREN'T OPEN YET!!! Yeah. We got up at THREE THIRTY am. Supposed to be down for the shuttle at 4:25. At 4:15 - the phone rings - "Your shuttle is here for you!" - so now we're rushing. Why? So we can get to a practically closed airport.

Things that make you go... hmmmm.

Flights went off with nary a hitch, nary a delay - I made HUGE progress into my book on the flights there and back - World Without End by Ken Follett. Then we got off the plane in Detroit.

I once had a pilot say as we landed. "You've now finished the safest part of your journey - be careful on your way home". And that day, the weather was NICE.

Snow. Lots and lots of snow. Falling, blowing, accumulating. The 10-15 minute drive to T's house to get our cars? Over 30 minutes. The normally 45 minute drive home? Over an hour and a half. C's normally 2-2.5 hour drive to Midland? FIVE hours. To say that the roads were bad would just be such an understatement.

But, we all made it home safely. I was so stressed from the drive, I curled up on the couch, and by gum, I finished that Ken Follet book!! (and I did it by 12:20am, too... probably helped that having been in CA for a few days - it didn't feel that late).

Observed while walking through Downtown Disney on Sunday night:

A little girl, probably about 8, is walking in front of me in full Hannah Montana get up - the wig, the mini-skirt, the boots, the fake microphone. She's singing a Hannah tune on her way down the street with her mom. Big brother (about 10?) keeps running in circles around her - singing Hannah Montana tunes - interrupting her - leaning in to the mic. Sister gets extremely annoyed with brother. "Mom, can't you tell him to CUT IT OUT?"

Mom says, "Maybe we should get him his OWN Hannah Montana wig".

I thought sister was going to bust a gut - right in front of me. The vision of her brother in that long blonde wig was just too hilarious for her to contemplate.