Somehow it never fails that we fail at something on our camping trips. This time it’s not really our fault, it’s more the weather. Which, although I like to think I can control a great many things in my life, weather is not one of them. The entire week before we got here: 80s. The
Well. There have been some remarkable advancements in the world of 2N since my last post. Sadly, I have been seriously remiss about posting about them! Firstly, as you may already know, I took a trip to Mexico with a good friend of mine and was able to reconnect with my cousin and her beautiful
This week being the Kid’s birthday, I thought I’d dredge up a post about he and I from way back. In the same spirit, today’s TBT picture is from waaaaay before I started blogging, in fact before he was born. Yes, that’s me. Yes, I’m pregnant. And yes, I’m in a Winnie the Pooh costume.
Today is November 11th. Which is, of course, Veteran’s Day. And also: The Kid’s birthday. There is (naturally) a 100 Miles post about the day he was born, which is now officially 14 years in the past. I really can’t believe that this face Is now 14 years old. Let me spell it out for you.
No, not the award show. My grandma. Isn’t she beautiful? As a kid, I spent a good chunk of my formative years in the company of my paternal grandparents. In a lot of ways, they were just as much my parents as my mom and dad.
Once again, I missed the the LFB deadline. I have it mostly done. I just don’t have the heart to finish. Instead, I need to tell you about my evening, if you don’t mind listening for a bit. Let me preface this by warning you (as requested after the last sad sob story) that it
I have to tell you guys, I really like pickles. I mean, I REALLY like pickles. Dills for sure (hell no to those crappy country-style pickles), like the ones I have right now are Banquet Crunchy Dills by Nalley. Buy one get one free, and as I beleive I have mentioned before this, I am a
My maternal great-grandmother Ceridwen Donald, born in 1899, migrated (immigrated?) to Canada from Wales along with her husband David way back before my grandparents were born. They eventually settled in Regina Beach (yes, that’s pronounced just like vagina, thanks) in Saskatchewan, where my mother and my uncle came along in the fullness of time. A
So, we had dinner with the grandparental units on Monday. Grandma and Grandpa live on about an acre of property out in the sticks of Auburn, which is a city kind of near where I live. They have a little stream running through a corner of their property, a little manufactured home, a vegetable garden,
Hello, all ye faithful readers. I am (guess where?) at my favorite drinking-and-blogging establishment. This, team, seriously rocks. I’m on my second peach-vodka-and-cran, I just downed a basket of fries, and the sun is shining, life is extremely, extremely good right now. I’ve got a party for a coworker that’s happening soon (like now) and