Shelby's Life and Whatnot

Dude, What's the Deal?

First we have Hurricane Katrina--the name of my sister in law (who very rightly says that the one good thing about this hurricane is that nobody will ever mispronounce her name). Now we've got Hurricane Rita--as in Rita my grandmother! Next up is potental Hurricane Stan--my brother's cat's name. And we just missed a few Tropical Cyclones this year--what would have been Hurricane Cindy, my mother in law's name, and what would have been Hurricane Gert, Kevin's great-aunt, not to mention what would have been Hurricane Irene, my great aunt. What's the deal???

If you're interested in Hurricane names and want to see if yours is on the list, you can check here.

And speaking of destruction, I've finished cutting all of the pieces for my window. Unfortunately I didn't escape injury. I sustained 6 additional cuts, bringing up the total to 17.

Am I just inept? What's the problem? Well, traditionally you're supposed to break glass with your hands. Unfortunately, I don't have a whole lot of finger and wrist strength, so my hands end up sliding around and into the path of the broken piece = cut. Our teacher is a hard-core traditionalist and wants us to learn the old-fashioned way, but I gotta say, I'm sticking with those newfangled tools like pliers. Nearly all of my cuts come from breaking glass. The other two were sustained at the same time as I attempted to pick up a piece of glass lying flat on my board by holding both cut sides. Normally that's not too much of a problem except that I'd cut these of a bit of an angle and the edges were sharp. Um, DUH!