tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628565893614062115.post-91996331030701804502008-01-17T15:03:00.000-05:002008-01-17T15:26:30.611-05:00I miss Michigan today.  It's all dreary and cold and wet and snowy in Stafford, which always makes me long for home.<div><br /></div><div>Now I know what you're thinking, and I too hate where this blog is going.  It sounds like one of those "where I grew up is better than here, and you don't know what real snow/tornadoes/rain/heat/alien invasions/tsunamis/volcanoes/smog/hail/etc. is really like" rants.  Face it, when you live in a transient area, you hear that sorta thing all the time.  There's always someone who has seen a tornado, lived through a hurricane, ran from a mudslide, or lost something to frostbite.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, I'm not going to let this be one of those rants.  I will just say that today I am homesick.  I miss the snow.  I miss the feeling you get when your nose-hairs freeze (seriously).  I miss my family and friends.  I miss going to Pistons games in the winter.  I miss White Castles, Little Caesars, flaming cheese, and Saunders' hot fudge cream puffs.  (wow, that last part makes me a bit choked up)</div><div><br /></div><div>That's it.  Nothing funny, deep, or spiritual.  Just me being depressed, homesick, and perhaps a little hungry (seriously, you have not had dessert until your have had a hot fudge cream puff).</div><div><br /></div><div>Enjoy your snow day, and I'll see you on Sunday.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Jim</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/628565893614062115-9199633103070180450?l=thekidspastor.blogspot.com'/></div>jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11612707989754248604noreply@blogger.com0