My Friend the Spelling Champion

One of the great things about blogging is meeting so many fantastic people. I should qualify that statement by admitting that blogging has introduced me to many nifty people I’ve never had the opportunity to meet in person, but from whom I hear several times a week. I don’t talk to my cousins that often….

An Open Letter to Jim Bob Duggar

Kay’s Note: I know I’m going to take some flack for writing this: so be it. If you choose to leave a comment, please be aware that I will gladly publish criticism of my writing, but I will remove comments that blindly attack me for writing this post. I will also not publish inflammatory statements about…

Little Dollhouse on the Prairie

I read all the Laura Ingalls Wilder books growing up, several times over. I suppose they were my first major time investment in historical fiction, which is still one of my favorite genres. Don’t start emailing me, readers to correct that statement because you think the Little House series is a factual memoir: it’s not…

Hello, Pervert

Last week, I found a magazine in the dollhouse mailbox, which was strange because I don’t have any subscriptions. After examining the address, I realized the postal carrier brought it to the right house number, but was one block too far north. Because it was Friday, and since my first three days back at work…

Seams to Me

The other morning, a woman in her mid-sixties by my guess was a few steps ahead of me at the entrance to Wal-Mart. She was dressed very nicely, in white capris and fancy sandals with leather straps and giant glittery rhinestones. Obviously, this lady had invested time in her appearance: her hair was perfectly sculpted,…

I Would Be Fired the First Day

The Electrician and I are in Banff, where the sun finally shone on us after days and days of rain. We walked to a great Irish pub a couple blocks from the hotel for a late dinner, and it was drizzling vigorously when we came back out to the street. I think the storm clouds…

Leather As Far As the Eye Can See

My godmother’s daughter, whom I generally refer to as a cousin, texted me during my drive yesterday to warn me that there was a bike rally here in Salmon Arm. She told me to look out for bikes on the highway, which is largely made up of winding, misty mountain passes. I expected something like…

A Special Type of Person

I’m working for the province for six days this July, marking standardized achievement tests for grade nine writing. It’s mentally grueling, but very good professional development and networking, so I’m glad to be involved. Because the marking sessions take place downtown, I’m taking the city bus to the marking site. I do not drive downtown…

Why Bloggers are Like Sperm

My dad reads my blog (hi, Dad) and he is probably feeling a bit awkward right now. Not to worry Pa, this is a discussion of biology. When I first started blogging, I had grandiose visions of my little blog expanding like that canned spray foam some people use to fill cracks around their windows….

Goodbye, Pioneer Woman

Welcome to Blue Speckled Pup: I appreciate you stopping by, however you came to find me. As of February 19th, 2013, I have retired my essay about why I stopped viewing Ree Drummond, also known as The Pioneer Woman, as a role model and as one of my inspirations for my work on this blog….