Does anyone else cringe when you see a picture of Evangeline Lily dressed up with heels and makeup and smooth shiny hair? It just seems so wrong. All I want to do is wash her face, smear some dirt on it and get her in some raggedy Citizen jeans and an army green t-shirt with some hiking boots. Then everything would be okay.
Today in family life: We have no less than bronchitis, double ear infections, colds and flu germs making their way around my house. It’s a general miasma of grossness. And I will NOT be putting up a GPOYW. The hideousness of of my red, chapped nose would make me cry.
WTF. Standing in line do my daughter can go to preschool. It’s -20 and women are standing around nattering about preschool open houses and the different scholastic, creative merits of each preschool they’ve been to. This one is simply the closest and I thought it might be handy. Another case of the despised competitive parenting.
GPOYW on a four day hike in the Tombstone Mountains in the Yukon. We were helicoptered to the other side of the mountain and had to climb up and then down. It took eight hours in total. The white line took six. This picture of Axel is to give you an idea of the slope. He ferried my pack down for me because I didn’t think I could manage myself and an extra 25 pounds without hurtling to...
I hate it when I put too much coffee in my espresso portafilter and it doesn’t engage properly to the machine. I believe this classifies as a first world problem, non?