Brenden Morrow introduces Milan Michalek to his shoulder in Game 6 of the Dallas Stars, San Jose Sharks series.  This game was later won by Dallas, 2-1 in the 4th Overtime, closing out the Conference Semifinals Series 4 games to 2.

Too bad that Dallas is now down 0-3 against Detroit in the Western Conference Finals.

I took off early from work this afternoon to make the almost 200 mile trek back to what I consider my home in Louisiana. It’s always nice to hone my combat driving skills once I cross into Louisiana, but that really is another topic for another time. This is about home.

It’s hard to believe that I will lay my head down tonight in the same room that I called home for 8 years, but that it has been almost a decade since I left home. In fact, it will be 10 years at Christmas time. There are days that it seems like yesterday. If I were to be completely honest, it feels closer to yesterday more often than not. College seems like eons ago, but leaving home… not so much. The separation never feels as distant, though, as we get close to a holiday, like Mother’s Day.

So, I made my way home to spend time with Momma. It’s her weekend. There are activities planned, as there typically are for Mom this time of the year, and I look forward to spending that time with her. I look forward to attempting to surprise her with some small trinket of my love and affection for her. In the end, though, I look forward to the fact that she is happy that her family is together to celebrate her this weekend.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I love you!

Another day in Mississippi, another report of a tornado. This time an EF-3 tornado touched down in Tupelo, Mississippi, causing damage, but fortunately no injuries and even better, no fatalities. This has been a fantastically busy weather year so far for Mississippi. I would hazard a guess that this is the most frequent I have heard of tornadoes and inclement weather since I have moved here.

That being said, I’m sure Al Gore and his massive carbon footprint will come out soon enough and relate this Spring weather in the South to global warming. Well, he’s already blamed the cyclone in Myanmar on global warming.

It’s hard to debate science and logic, when most people tend to throw logic and good common sense (if one ever possessed good common sense) when they are arguing. People will trend towards arguing what they are passionate about, or what they believe they should be passionate about… It does not make their position incorrect, but when you deviate from fact, you will find it hard to win any debate.

To be honest, I’m not knee deep in global warming data. I have not seen the Far North, nor have I tracked climatological data from the near Arctic or Antarctic regions over the last 20 to 40 years. What I do have on my side is a fair grasp of basic mathematics and a decent helping of common sense.

Whether you are a person that believes in an Old Earth version of history (5 billion years) or you subscribe to a New Earth version (5,000 to 7,000 years), the simple fact is that weather records in the United States have only been kept since the very late 1800s. If we were to assume that instruments were accurate back in the post Civil War era, we have, at best a little more than 100 years of meteorological data. If we compare this amount of data to the age of the planet, we have either 0.0000025% to 2.5% of all available data. To say that this paints a complete picture is, at best, intellectually dishonest. As a comparison, you have a better chance of reaching into a hat with sheets of paper listing the 32 NFL teams and pulling out the Super Bowl winner this year.

But, that is how the global warming argument is crafted. The Earth has been getting hotter since a while back, and since we know that, we can project into the future many years that it is only going to get hotter. Granted, this is a gross simplification of the scientific analysis, but it would be shocking to see how closely the simplified explanation mirrors the process.

Who is to say that the globe is not warming? Who is to say that if the globe is warming that this is not a cycle that has been played out over thousands or billions of years? Global warming may indeed be a fact, but until the scientific community can agree on its existence, it is a theory. We may learn more and more over the next few decades to silence all who doubt this theory, and it can be accepted as scientific fact.

To bring the argument to the forefront every time a hurricane, tornado, blizzard, heat wave, or cold snap kills hundreds to thousands or people, though, is spineless political move, and something that I can not respect.

When I was a brash, young consultant, I did a fair bit of traveling across the Midwest, and I really miss it. I knew before taking another job, I wanted to have the ability to travel more than I had done. Being that I’m still relatively young and unattached, I still desire to travel to new locales.

In the last 8 weeks, for work, I have been as far north as Sturtevant, Wisconsin and as far south as Pass Christian, Mississippi. While all this travel can be tiring and at times, a hassle, it has been good to see the open road again.

In the last 8 weeks, I have ducked several major Spring weather systems. In March, while in Chicago, we missed several decent snow opportunities. In April, a tornado passed within 2 miles of where I live, causing destruction and havoc in its wake. Just last week, I found out that the very same system that cause my area’s tornado, dropped a tornado less than a mile from my Grandparents last home. As the south leaves the early Spring, our severe weather chances become less, but just days into May, provided what might have been the best duck of them all.

Last week, I was on the road with work in Little Rock, Arkansas. The seminar/forum lasted from Tuesday until Wednesday afternoon, with some optional training that would have lasted until 4:30pm on Friday. Seeing as how I had completed the very same training less than a year ago, and the fact that I live approximately 6 hours from Little Rock, I made a beeline out of Central Arkansas on Wednesday. I was disappointed to leave the 4-star hotel with the barnyard animals in the lobby, but it turned out to be a very good thing that I did.

On Friday, May 2nd, a little before 7pm local time, an EF-2 tornado was crossing the very same highway that I had traveled down two days prior. If I had not previously had the optional Friday afternoon training, I would have been approximately in the location pictured above at approximately the same time that the pictures were taken. To say the least, it’s a very harrowing thought.

Of course, there is a good bit of the what-if game played here, but really think about it… what if? What if my promotion had been delayed a couple of months? What if I had not been able to sit for the class? What if I had been in Little Rock on Friday? What if I had been on that lonely patch of road at a couple of minutes before 7pm?

In the end, I’m very glad those what ifs never did come to fruition. I’m glad that I was safely at home while those in Arkansas dealt with the tumultuous weather. I’m glad to know that no one was killed in the storm that produced the tornado.

Some people need large scale, global miracles before they can consent to the idea of there being a God. Some people feel comfortable mocking God for not providing such miracles. The sad fact of the matter is that these people are missing the fact that these miracles still do occur. If all had not been guided into place over these past 10 months, there is no doubt in my mind, those what ifs would have been a very real reality.

Sometimes, we need to stop and realize that divine providence is one of His greatest daily miracles. I am thankful I got the opportunity to re-learn this lesson the easy way.

One of my least favorite things to do is taking the inevitable trip to Wal-Mart. In my mind, it ranks just south of cleaning the toilet. For whatever reason, it seems that no matter when I go in there, I’ve arrived during what I like to call the “Discourteous Power Hour”. I call it the Discourteous Power Hour because I have a lot of time on my hands and I like to be creative.

Without fail, you will find the person in no hurry, who likes to check out everything on the shelf. I call this person Mr. or Ms. “Sunday Driver”. They have to make sure that every part of the barcode on each product is there, the new brand of Cheez-It is out on the shelf, and the same number of bottles of Aquafina are on the shelf for the entire 20 minutes that it takes them to pass the water aisle. Not only do they have the inherit need to make sure everything is in its proper place, they also have to make sure they are taking up just enough space that a perfectly time passing maneuver is next to impossible. And, I’ve made quite a few awesome passes in my life time. For a big ‘un, I’ve got adept skills. Ask my sister… she’s been around for a number of most excellent passes.

You will also tend to find Mr. or Ms. “Oblivious”. They are oblivious to the fact that this is an international megastore frequented by tens of thousands of people an hour. Mr. or Ms. Oblivious can not be bothered by the fact that they are actually shopping in a store and not on the Internet. Where are home, they can stare at hours at the bottle of Pantene that they just have to have, and they can also hit the back button if they happen to like the Head and Shoulders better. In real stores, though, they seem to need to not endure some sort of separation anxiety, so they must act exactly the same as when they are at home. I will not be surprised the day I mosey into a store (and I do mosey), and I find Mr. Oblivious there in a mustard stained wife beater and boxer shorts trying to decide on his cracker du jour.

Tonight, I met a new character in this menagerie of dysfunction, Ms. “I Think He Might Work Here”. Typically, when I get the nerve up to go to “The Mart”, and usually it’s not as much nerve as it is necessity, I usually will dress up for the occasion. Tonight, my costume included a hockey jersey and sweat pants (it’s chilly). Granted, this is not the attire you want to wear to meet Miss Right in the “All Things Pickled” aisle, but it’s comfortable (which is key when enduring this kind of pain) and if you have to throw the inevitable body check, you are dressed for the occasion.

So, tonight, I am drifting down the water/chip aisle, when I am blocked by what I feel is Ms. Sunday Driver. Fortunately, it was stocking the shelves night at “The Mart”, so there was enough space for one cart at a time. So, as I am trying to find if there are any 24 oz. bottles of Aquafina to be had, I make eye contact to Ms. Sunday Driver, which of course, is always a mistake. Eye contact to me means I am attempting to be polite, but to others making eye contact means that there might be an iota of interest from the other party. As we make eye contact, Ms. Sunday Driver, all 90 pounds of her, is trying to clean and jerk a 6-pack of Ozarka water from the pallet that is conviently and solidly wrapped there in the middle of the aisle. Finally realizing that her efforts are futile, she looks at me and asks me am I going to unwrap this. She does not ask me if I could help her or do I think it’s okay for her to go ahead and rip into this mound of cellophane and Ozarka water. No, she asks me when I am going to unwrap it.

In the nanoseconds that it takes for the human mind to process such a request, my mind floats out of my body to take a look at what on my person might think that I am employed by the mighty Wal-Mart Corporation. Was it my outfit? Possibly. It could have been extremely casual Monday. Was it my festive name tag? Well, my name is on the back of the jersey, but it was hard for her to see that exactly, unless she had x-ray vision. Was it the cart full of groceries? I don’t know about where you work, but obviously in the place when she works, shopping is okay during work hours. I guess it will remain one of those mysteries of life, like who built Stonehenge, how does Ted Kennedy keep getting elected, or do they still make Smurfberry Crunch.

Welcome to the world, Ms. “I Think He Might Work Here”. It’s a pleasure to have you here. We’ve already decided that you will have Mr. “Sunday Driver” for your Secret Santa. Ms. “Oblivious” would have been in that mix, as well, but she is too busy deciding whether she wants to buy the new Hannah Montana CD or the iPod Shuffle.