Yes, the time has come for The Great Return. Which is far less epic than it sounds, but on Wednesday I’m headed back to Fargo. I need to be there by the evening on Thursday because that’s when we leave for TEXAS!!!!! That’s right. I’m hopping on a bus at 7pm on Thursday and just 20 short hours later I’ll have escaped the arctic tundra for a warm respite! All of the missionaries as well as student from FOCUS campuses are gathering in Dallas for five days for the FOCUS Student Leadership Summit. It’s going to be awesome! 2000 young Catholics learning together how to dive deeper into their faith and evangelize the world more effectively…that. is. cool.
You might wonder why I would go back on Wednesday instead of, say, Tuesday so I could get settled/packed before I flee south. I asked myself that question too. So, how does one determine when to go back to Fargo? Look at the weather report, of course! With a high of -12 (yes, negative) on Tuesday and a high of -1 on Wednesday, I decided I’d rather unload my car and shovel out my garage* with “warmer” temperatures! 🙂 (Not to mention in order to see my babies** again before I leave I will have to wait until Wednesday.)
Also, I am thinking about beginning production on the 5th movie in the Ice Age saga. It’s called Ice Age 5: True Life in the Great North. Really, it would just be true life of how stinkin’ cold it is here.
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Politics and individual beliefs about global warming aside, I think that the most hilarious thing I’ve heard in a while is that Global Warming researchers had to stop their research because the ice was too thick and their boat is totally stuck. Irony.
The next ice age is upon us, my friends. (Just kidding, I totally think that Yellowstone Supervolcano will blow first…and that’s due any day now.)***
Right under this beauty sits America’s demise!
*I’m assuming I’ll have to shovel a bit in order to get into my garage because of the whole I’ve-been-gone-for-two-weeks-and-there’s-been-at-least-one-don’t-go-outside-for-fear-of-death-blizzard. Also, I realize how fortunate I am to have a garage to park in. That garage is how I know God loves me.
**My babies = Bean, Goose and Ponczka (only the two cutest nieces and one cutest nephew…ever!)
***Wow, I totally couldn’t have predicted the strange turn this blog post took. I was just expecting it to be a quick post about my return to Fargo. But, alas, I digress to talk about volcanoes. While I was working for St. Paul’s in Madison I did take a whole semester class at UW-Madison about volcanoes, so I’m a pretty trusty source of all things volcano, in case you ever need volcanic info.
P.S. Don’t lose sleep over the whole Yellowstone-might-blow-anyday thing. If you’re in Wisco and you stay away from airplanes and stock up on food and clean water and you’ll be alright. However, to all my friends WY, ID, etc. au revoir!
What a weird and random post. My apologies.
To make up for the randomness, here’s a random picture of a group of us at the Mississippi River headwaters this fall in Itasca State Park:
Featuring Father Cheney in front!