It's Friday Fragments Day!
It's Friday Fragments Day!
Welcome to Friday Fragments! This is the place where we're able to put little snippets of fun or interesting things together without having to stretch that idea into an entire blog post.
Mrs. 4444 is our lovely host and I am so grateful for her continued hosting of this fun carnival. For more Friday Fragment finds, please head on over to Half-Past Kissin' Time. Thanks!
A rhyme I heard the other day-- "A pint's a pound the world around."
So...gallon of milk weighs 8 pounds
2 pints in a quart, 4 quarts in a gallon = 8 pints in a gallon
8 pints = 8 pounds
However -- according to Math Forum
"Note that a pint is 16 ounces of volume, while a pound is 16 ounces of weight. The popular rhyme "A pint's a pound, the world around" can help you remember this, but keep in mind that they're not really equivalent."And I wonder why I get confused easily! A pint of lead is much heavier than a pint of milk, but the little rhyme helped us figure out approx. what gallon of milk weighed.
There is a rather large group of people that think that the world is going to end on May 21, 2011. It's the Family Life Radio group and they even have a countdown on their website. When I was in Lansing we saw five or six vans wrapped with Judgment Day - End of the World May 21, 2011. They were all leaving a peace rally at the Michigan State Capitol.
What do you think? Wanna have a party on the 22nd?
As I was boarding the plane yesterday, three days ago, or whenever it was. That story will be in an upcoming fragment below! Anyway, I was looking at the row numbers trying to find my seat when I noticed that there isn't a row marked 13. Now seriously, no 13? Don't you think that if you sit in row 14, right after row 12 that you are really sitting in row 13? Does it negate its existence just because it isn't written down? That same thing happens in high rise buildings, too, as I recall. No 13th floor. Is it that way in all tall buildings over 13 stories?
I was trying to fly home in the middle of the awful storms that devastated so many people's lives in Alabama. What a horrible storm. My heart goes out to them.
My flight home involved delayed flights, circling the Atlanta for well over 30 minutes hoping to land, then a rush to get on the next plane only to sit on the runway for a few hours while the storm pummeled the plane, then a ride back to the terminal, a mass exidus off the plane, an hour wait at the gate area only to be loaded back onto our plane for an easy uneventful flight to Jacksonville. I was suppose to come home at midnight, but I finally landed at 4:11am and arrived back to my home at almost 5:30am. One very long day. Thankfully I did make it home without any other problems.
One of my transplant community friends, Albert, was the person I asked to pick me up at the ariport. He's a night owl like me, so I thought it would be a better choice than my husband who goes to bed around 9pm. Little did I know that I was going to be having a text fest with Albert most of the evening to keep him updated on my flight status. I bet he was even more tired than I was today!! Thanks so much Albert!
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Have a great day!