I have several hobbies. While I like to wax poetic and tell myself that I have so many hobbies because they're all various mediums for telling stories. However, some percentage of my psyche knows that if I have more hobbies, the percentage of one vaulting me into unmitigated success goes up. So, next time you… Continue reading Hold on to Your Tits Oprah, I’m Comin’ For Ya!
By all accounts, I'm a pretty awkward person. That is until we break that metaphorical barrier when we go out together and I have one to many Alabama Slammers and lose all sense of personal space and volume control. But, under normal circumstances, I'm pretty strange. I like to fill the silence with awkward conversation… Continue reading On Being a Patient
A little while back we were having a fire "issue" here in Southern Alberta. (Map here if you failed geography class.) For the most part, my hubby and I didn't really have cause to worry as we weren't close to any of them and our friends and family weren't either. Except for one weekend, when… Continue reading I’m Not a Good Apocalypse Partner
It's pretty easy to float along. I've been doing it for most of my life. Speaking for myself, I got to a point where I started thinking about what my mark on this world would be. After years of convincing myself that a 'mark' isn't a worthy 'mark' unless you stop global warming, "dispose" of… Continue reading Leave Your Mark