Beautiful snowy Scotland. Looks pretty dreamy, right? Fluffy white powder, mountains and open sky. Perfect winter getaway. Well, almost perfect. Okay. Totally didn’t happen. I googled this photo, because the photo below is what really went on. What happened? Let me rewind and tell the story. Boy Child was blessed to grace his presence to… Continue reading Scottish Highlands – Almost
Oh. Damn. It’s been four months since my last post. I promised more excitement and more travels and … yeah. Life happens. A lot. It seems like it just keeps on happening. Which, when you think about it, isn’t a bad thing. It means you’re on the right side of up, still breathing and still… Continue reading Figuring it out at 40
Let me preface by saying this post is hard and a bit uncomfortable for me to write. It’s a bit personal, and for those of you who know me, I’m not a fan of talking about myself personally. I’d rather talk about how you are, how your family is, how my family is, how trashtacular… Continue reading Letting it go.
You’d think after living in Germany for two years we would have hit Belgium in our travels. Nope. We didn’t. Although Boy Child’s sporting exploits take him to Belgium a few times of year, he only sees the inside of school gyms, soccer pitches and cross country courses — not the actual cities the schools… Continue reading Northern Belgium
My in-laws are wonderful planners. Ever since our last European hurrah together in Amsterdam, they already knew they’d be coming back again for a longer stretch. Fast forward two years and voila! It was cruising time for them once again … this time out of Venice. Although we had known the details of their trip… Continue reading Venice, Italy
Two simple words that can have so many different meanings. In this case, I don’t mean it in a nasty way, like “Get lost, you scoundrel!” (does anyone even say scoundrel anymore?) I literally mean get lost. Put the Google Maps away, take out your earbuds and just. get. lost. We’ve been on a roller… Continue reading Get lost.
It has been way too long since I’ve moved my thoughts from my brain to my fingers. People often say that they’re busy, and it becomes a catch-all for not doing the things you want to do. “Let’s do lunch!” “Can’t, I’m busy.” “Call me sometime!” “Sure thing, if I’m not too busy.” “Come watch… Continue reading Busy