Ayla Is My Hero

This post is just going to be some ramblings. You have been warned.

1. Ayla is my hero.
My mom told me this story about Ayla: She was at Boo At the Zoo in Potter Park (MSU territory) for Halloween with Cait and Herb. Sparty was there, too, hugging kids and generally doing the mascot thing. Ayla said, much to Herb's dismay, that she wanted to go see Sparty. They got in line; they waited. Finally, Ayla got her chance to give Sparty a big ol' hug. Sparty opened his arms, but Ayla opened her mouth and shouted, "GO BLUE!" You go Ayla.
Sidenote: Don't you all think that UM should have Wolverine from the X-Men as our mascot? Awesome.
2. I think Boulder is the only town in which you'll find a house with both its own private tennis court and a dilapidated 1960s-ear pickup in the yard.
3. Homeland Security is out of hand. I just got this letter regarding a credit card: We are writing to request your assistance in connection with your XXXXXXX account. During a recent review, we determined that additional personal information about you is required for our account records. The information is required under federal regulations governing credit card accounts issued pursuant to the USA PATRIOT Act. Specifically we need the following information: Your Date Of Birth. etc etc etc. This is crap! First of all, I closed this account maybe two years ago. Second, AHH! I'm planning to call and refuse later today.
4. Last night at the house, it was windy. How windy was it!? It was so windy that THE WOODPILE BLEW OVER. That's right. And what's more, the woodpile is stacked against the house. Just think about that for a second. Now, compared to things that you would normally expect to blow away (leaves, tarps, flags, birds with outstretched wings) a log is pretty aerodynamic. Plus, it's heavy. PLUS, these logs were nested protectively against the wall of the house (which luckily remained intact). Debra says it's normal. We'll see.