tired

Twas a dark and stormy night.
The air was cool, the wind was strong, and the clouds cast an eerie glow.
The street lights were buzzing and flickering.
And Jennie was walking the streets of Wolseley.
When suddenly, out of nowhere, a raindrop spattered against her cheek.
And she turned around and went home.
Too tired for an adventure in the rain tonight.


It is Sunday evening and there is nothing I would like better than to curl up in my lil' bed with a cup of hot tea and a good book.

I hate papers. They destroy all that is good.

Dr. D

Today is Father's day, and I would like to commemorate my daddy through this post for his utter diligence and devotion to his family.

Good job dad.
I would have made you a cake if I were a few miles closer.

Some facts that I would like to share about my dad:

-my dad makes the best coffee in the world, by roasting his own beans, and experimenting with beans from different countries...look out starbucks.

-my dad is the hardest working person ever. Even on his days off, he is busy. I am feeling guilty just thinking about it.

-my dad is a very well read person. And he likes to learn about things, like facebook and guitars and beer.

-my dad has this weird obsession with strawberries and rhubarb.

-my dad is definitely an oldest child.

-my dad used to ride motorcycles until he had kids.

-my dad has the most hilarious humour and I probably appreciate his terrible puns more than I should.

-my dad likes candles.

-my dad talks to my cat when he thinks no one else can hear him.

-my dad would play baseball with me and tell me encouraging things.

-my dad prays for me everyday.

Random Spring Photos

The Return of the Cat

I love cats. Much to the chagrin of my father and my sister, and probably a lot of other people, I adore the sweet, fuzzy little creatures. But there is something about cats that I severely detest....their tendency to use freshly tilled dirt as their bathroom of choice. Today The Cat has once again used my lil' garden as his litterbox, successfully dug up a section of my snapdragon seeds, and left proud, wee footsteps to mark his trail.

This means war.

I have an unfortunate case of the stomach flu. I forgot how much I hate throwing up. So now that you have a visual picture of me standing over the toilet retching, I will show you how I am spending my time between episodes (and, no it does not include writing my paper...)

Watch this :)



Every time I see Julia lying on the floor I giggle, because I can just imagine my a certain member of my family doing the exact same thing. ha ha ha!!! I am deeply amused.

I also made up a little ditty about having the flu. It is sung to the child's tune of "We're Going to the Zoo".

I have got the stomach flu, flu, flu,
Oh, How about you, you, you,
You could have it too, too, too,
So wash your hands, do, do, do.

(IMPORTANT NOTE: Janna, make sure you wash your hands, because I am pretty sure I breathed on you last night.)