Look for me on New Years Eve

Because I'll be in Times Square! Or at least in the vicinity, depending on the weather and the moods of my travel buddies. This is going to be a reunion like no other (or at least until we all meet again) for my college family and myself. It's also my first trip to Philadelphia and New York City, so I'm pretty excited.

Well, excited right up until it started snowing in Portland. Snow! in PORTLAND!!

Ok. Let's breathe. This is all going to be just fine.

-sigh-

Well, let's look at the bigger picture, shall we?
1) Yes, there's a terror alert from the attempted boming on a Delta flight 4 days ago. But that was four days ago. And I'm not flying Delta -- I'm on a Continental flight. And all those extra security measures that will probably make me late for my flight really have my best interests (and life) at heart, so I guess it's one of those things where you just have to grin and bear it.
2) Yes, it's snowing, thus putting quite the large damper on the schedule I was hoping to follow tonight before leaving for the airport. But at least I have snow tires, and I grew up driving in the snow, so I'm a seasoned veteran. It's the other 439,521 drivers on I-5 and I-205 who think they know how to drive in the snow, and in all actuality...don't. Or they could be like the crazy lady on the radio last Christmas whose rule-of-thumb was to drive so that her speed matched the temperature outside. If it was 15 degrees outside, then she would drive 15 miles per hour -facepalm-
3) My actual ride to the airport also grew up driving in snow, so I'm in safe, capable hands.
4) I woke up at 4am and am still trying to catch up on sleep from all the wonderful Christmas festivities, so I'm hoping that combination will make me sleep like a baby on the plane. Worst case, I'll pay $15 for a tiny glass of generic wine and fall into a coma-like sleep.

The NN (Niece/Nephew Nugget)

So my sister made a little announcement on Christmas Eve....that by this time next year, we'd have a new addition to the family:

Since they're not finding out the gender until it's born, I have dubbed it "The Nugget," which I believe is a much better choice than the alternatives of "It," or "Ziggy the Zygote." They told us the Big News by giving us all Christmas cards with something along the lines of "To a Wonderful Aunt," "To Wonderful Grandparents," etc., and included the above picture and signed it "Love, Ziggy." My grandma/roommate didn't get it at first, and asked, "Who's Ziggy? Did you guys get a cat?" Wonderful story to tell the Nugget someday - your great-grandmother thought that they were telling her they got a cat (ptooie!) instead of a baby.

Congrats, K and Generic! You're going to be wonderful parents!