August: Canada Trip Photos

The orange bridge in Nelson, BC.

Hello! Well, we made it over the border and back again and I have to say, I have a huge crush on Canada. I’ve always known it to be a gorgeous country with delightful people, but to experience it first hand was a treat, and it was kinda hard to come back to the States (i.e. post-vacation Reality) after such a relaxing, peaceful time. Without further ado, here’s a glimpse of our trip, in pictures… Nelson, British Columbia Revelstoke, British Columbia Banff & Canmore, Alberta

The Gift of Birthdays

Officially, the first of January is New Year’s Day, the one day when everyone is most serious about their goals and intentions for the year ahead. I admit; I’ve done more than dip my toes into the pool of optimism and promise that a new calendar year always brings. I write out my goals. I buy more vegetables than usual. I queue up a list of books that I’ve convinced myself I’ll make the time to read. I don’t just test the water with my pinky toe. I usually jump right in, cannonball style. All resolution hoopla aside, my personal New Year’s Day comes in March, when it brings me the chance to quietly celebrate another full circle of the Earth around the Sun since the day I was born. I won’t say how many celebrations this body has seen, but I can hint that I’ve long surpassed all those … Continue reading…

Gotcha, Luna!

February marks the anniversary of our first “Gotcha Day.” A term I’d never heard before, my friend Patrice introduced me to this catchy phrase known in adoption circles as the day a new member joins a family. Since learning the term, I’ve looked it up online and found that not everyone is enamored with this phrase. Many adoptees find it insensitive or cheeky, a demeaning minimization of their experience of loss. While I’m certain the phrase is not meant to be insensitive, I can see how one person’s joy expressed lightheartedly is another person’s stab at soft skin and wounds unhealed. That being said, the “Gotcha Day” I’m referring to involves getting a girl out of a cage. One year ago, we adopted Luna from the Panhandle Animal Shelter. This post, Courting Lunacy, describes the process and the initial, um, challenges we faced. Since that day – February 10 – … Continue reading…

Heroes of the Holiday Season

Keepa Way Sign

My heart goes out to delivery drivers. With the popularity of online shopping hitting new heights every year, their jobs get harder and harder as they bust their butts to ensure quick delivery of every package, working long hours for often dismal wages. I especially feel for the ones with rural routes. I live with one and know what he goes through to deliver hundreds of packages a day. I can’t speak for all delivery drivers or companies, but here’s a sample of what the one I live with gets to deal with: Terrible roads. Rural. Muddy. Icy. Pock-marked with potholes. Slow-going. Enough said. Unsafe vehicles. Two-wheel drive, bald tires, shoddy brakes. Only having the bare minimum of service done and every vehicle is on its last leg…er…wheel. Retailers who ship in multiple unnecessary shipments, causing drivers to visit the same house repeatedly. I’m looking at you, Wal-Mart. If customers live in the toolies, this … Continue reading…

Celebrate the Season

Maple Bar Sugar Cookies

I have recently been called a “party pooper” because, when asked in early November, When should I start playing the 100+ hours’ worth of Christmas music I’ve got on my iPod? I flippantly remarked that December 23rd seemed like a good day. Truth be told, I don’t really care when people begin and end their celebration of any holiday. Feel like Christmas in November? Go for it. Fireworks and hot dogs to kick it all off? Sure. I am not, my friends, the Holiday Police. Personally, though, I do like my holidays undiluted, so you won’t hear me singing seriously about roasting chestnuts on an open fire in September and you won’t see my Christmas tree up in any months of the year not beginning with the letter D. You can credit (or blame) my parents for this. In my day, back before all these young whippersnappers took over, Christmas … Continue reading…

Road Trippin’

Bags packed? Check. Toothbrush? Check. Granola bars? Check. Water? Check. Roll of toilet paper? Check, because even though I’ve never, ever had to use a roll of toilet paper I packed “just in case,” you never know when the urge will hit and you just cannot hold it to the next town or rest area. You simply must pull over and widdle on the shoulder of the interstate. So, yeah, check. All of our necessities and pass-the-time luxury snacks like Smokehouse almonds and M&M-filled trail mix packed, we hit the road. First stop, Livingston, Montana. To be honest, we were anxious to get away for a few days. Our area had just been hit by a major windstorm and electricity had been out for nearly two days. Livingston, and a shower, were only six hours away. As luck would have it, though, our power was restored the night before we left, … Continue reading…