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One of the things that impressed me while i was visiting my folks, is how beautifully organized my mother is. She's not organized in the creepy way you see in docudramas about disturbed people or anything.  But really organized.  I noticed when i was looking for a plate or something and saw that the inside of her cabinet was pretty .  Not just stacked nicely.  It was pretty .  "Where, oh where, are my pretty cabinet genes?" They have to be in there somewhere, don't they? When i came happily home to the happiness of a non-snowy Texas winter, i was disappointed that i was disappointed when i walked into my own house -- because my mom's is SO much better.  Well, not her house exactly -- although my parents do have a pretty awesome house, and finished basements are great!  But, what i mean is, she just really keeps a nice house, and i'm kind of jealous.  She's really really good at this stuff.  And i'm....well, not as much. Happily, at the end of my v

After postponing and replanning our trip to see my family in the great white north, at least twice, my gun-slingin super hero (who did not sling his gun in Michigan because you get arrested for that sort of thing up there), and i finally got to make our trip to Michigan and spent most of a week visiting my Mom and my Dad and my Morfar (which for you English-speakers is my mother's dad, or my grandfather, Pappaw, Grampy, or whathaveyou).   We drove, which proved to be very exciting, and i have so many moments i don't want to forget, that i might have to write about our trip for the next month or so.  And i apologize ahead of time if i bore you, but in addition to writing for the entertainment or edification of my public (that's hilarious!), i also use this blog as a calendar that doesn't get lost in my filing cabinet.   What i'm saying, is it helps me remember stuff. Our previous plan for our trip was in January, and in order to attempt to avoid some snow,