And I Was Suddenly a Grown Up

The Electrician turned 29 recently, and to celebrate my (slightly younger) husband’s existence for another year on the planet, I decided to buy him a new pair of shoes. Finding shoes for size 13 feet is not always a simple task, and as a result of spending too many hours with his feet squeezed into…

I Was Godzilla

Oh friends, this has been a rough week. It started Tuesday night, when The Electrician and I were out for dinner with his mom. Early in the meal, I started having sharp pain when I tried to chew with the teeth on the bottom right side of my face. It was significantly uncomfortable, but I…

The Jitterbug

Here we are, back on (snow-covered) home turf, missing Hawaii and preparing to return to work tomorrow. Be assured I have some beautiful photos of the tropics and stories about our honeymoon to share, but for now I need to tell you about what happened to me yesterday afternoon. I invested most of my Saturday…

Unwrapping a Mystery

For a long, long time, I was certain either I am built drastically crooked, or Old Navy has a serious deficiency in every one of its tank tops. Let me explain. All my tank tops sit on a slant, like one strap is considerably longer than the other. Because Alberta is cold, and school buildings…

Husbandly Heroism

It’s no secret I think my husband, aka The Electrician, is the greatest guy around. This weekend he saved me from a gory death in the dollhouse basement. Let me tell you how it all went down, and how Thanksgiving was almost my final day on the planet. Just before preparing our turkey for two…

My Flip-Flops Tried to Kill Me

Miss Sassy and I have a standing date for deep-water aquasize at noon on Sundays. It’s become an enjoyable part of my week, and it’s contributing to my plan to turn thirty in two weeks (yikes) with a butt that doesn’t haunt my dreams. While it might have been possible to actually snorkel to the…

I’ll Be Packing Kleenex

I’ll need to take an evening bag to the graduation ceremony for my school this year. I’m one of the staff advisors on the grad committee, so I have a hand in many of the details involved in the commencement and the following dinner and dance. Given my participation, grad doesn’t sneak up on me…

Nerdage About Turdage

A warning to my readers: I have located a rarely-used extra gear in the transmission of my sarcasm today. Some of you were nearly injured the last time I made fun of signage, so please chew your food and swallow it, empty your bladders, climb off your extension ladders and proceed with caution. Sometimes, what…

Buckets of Greens

As I’ve mentioned, I’m turning thirty next month. It’s a big number that freaks me out. Don’t comment that 30 is the new 20, or some other goop, because I’m still going to feel anxious about having my next birthday. I don’t think I’m worried about being old, per se, but I feel like being…

The List and the Happy Point

Here I sit, barely comfortable on my couch because I’m typing while I balance a wet towel on my head. My pre-takeoff list is lengthy and varied: it includes the deep conditioning goop that’s soaking into my hair and scalp at this exact moment. I am trying to stave off the ravages of the desert,…

Packing (or Not)

I’m starting to pack for our grand tour to Kuwait, officially departing a week from tomorrow. By starting to pack, I mean I’ve sprayed my suitcase with Febreeze and I’m procrastinating about the rest of it. The problem is, I’m really not that sure what to pack. If I knew what to pile into my…

Flutter Flipper Flop

I hauled myself out of my warm, wonderful bed this morning and took myself to the swimming pool. Believe me, it wasn’t my first choice for a way to spend the early hours of the day, but I powered through. In my vision of the morning, I saw myself wrapping up my swim and going…