Three Little Birds Sat On My Window

I don't really mean to turn Ramble On into a once-a-week kind of blog. I also don't mean to make boring posts when I do get a chance to write. Not that I'm saying this one will be or that my posts have been boring as of late, but I've always had grander ideas and visions for what I could do with this... and I haven't really been doing that. Instead, I've always focused on writing my own view on what's been going on in my life as well as the things around me that interest me. Well, now my life is a whirlwind of class notes and keeping up with all the other things that matter, and free time is even more scarce than before. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but I hope those of you who read aren't bored with the same old random update posts. If you are, I apologize, and when events calm down I promise to write things that are relevant, thought-provoking, or funny. Or about turtles.

In rapid-fire motion, I give you the things on my mind:

Gina experienced her very first West Virginia family reunion this past Labor Day weekend. The verdict is in, and everyone came out happy! It really was a fantastic weekend, filled with reminiscing, introducing family members, walking through my old middle school, catching up with old friends, and hanging out with newlyweds Joe and Tiff. Despite every attempt by my family to tease Gina into thinking the reunion would be terrible, it was actually pretty calm. Three cheers to Gina for surviving it all!

I was saddened to hear about Steve Irwin's death. Say what you will about the man, but his shows were lots of fun, and he was truly passionate about his work, enough that he died doing what he loved. Can you say that?

I've said it before, and I'll paraphrase it again: if you commute long enough around here, you see a little bit of everything. This evening's commute back home was the most eventful in a long time, though Steve, Matthew, and I managed to avoid most of it. Between suspicous activity at the Pentagon, a demonstration on the Mall, and Steve's car battery dying, it's a boondoggle that we made it home roughly around the same time that I would have had I Metroed under normal circumstances. No small part of that was due to me running around the parking deck at work looking for someone we knew who could give us a jump and randomly finding someone as she was going down the ramp a few floors down. Huzzah!