ThrowBack Thursday: I Wish We Could, to Winter

Fact: It’s hot in the kitchen. Did you know kneecaps sweat? Oh, do they ever! I’m pretty sure my kneecaps have never never sweat this much. Except maybe at Fish Lake last year when it was 40 degrees in the shade but at that temperature sweat instantly evaporates anyway and nobody is lucid enough to care. I…

Maple & Mushers

There are several things I love in life. One is Canada. Another is Tim Hortons. Mostly because it reminds me of Canada. And Roll up the Rim? Even better. I also love cousins. And driving. So this? This here is pretty stellar: Last weekend we took a minor roadtrip to a hamlet a little North…

Winter Camping

I went camping the other weekend. It kind of broke me. No, the -25degree weather didn’t shatter my bones or freeze my veins solid. It was something else. Something I’ve been missing…but let me explain.  My friend Kate came into work at 4:00pm on Friday afternoon. “Do you want to go on an adventure?” she asked….

eeep! Adulthood?

3 Sure Signs of Growing Up: 1. You spend triple digits at Costco. 2. You get picky about ice cream. (Say bye-bye to the slightest bit of freezer burn!) 3. Winter Tires are considered a legitimate topic of conversation.

So much for Not Journaling…

I found something I wrote a year ago today. For someone who does not journal, it sounds a lot like journaling. You have been warned. One year ago I had just moved from my hometown to a small town. 7 hours south; Away from my friends and familiarity; moving in with my parents. Awesome. Every…

Wonderful Things 101

I recognize that the world has a lot of warm fuzzy posters out there and everyone has a personal list of favourite things that inspires one to burst out in spirited songs about girls in white dresses and snowflakes and roses and all, but I still choose to add my own into the realm of…

Ouch

I just walked past a woman in the stairwell. She was there 4 hours earlier, when Adele & I arrived at the boys’ apartment. She stood in the corner and said something to us in Mongolian. It sounded like a question. We looked away and ignored her. We’re foreigners. We can’t talk to you, even…

First Impressions! (for lack of a better title)

Mongolia feels like dry lips and a scratchy throat as I lay with heavy comforters across my chest at night. It feels like the softest poodle curls of our hosts’ two pooches, and the familiar, worn insides of my two red mittens.  It feels like layers of longjohns and my MEC vest, and the brisk…