Hell’s Half Acre

Diesel doesn’t count.  Get up at dawn.  Somehow manage to get back to sleep without tossing and turning and staring at white walls.  Enjoy a lovely breakfast and cawfee.  Get stuff together for trip.  Wake sleepyheads.  Drive 2 hours to Valladolid.  Drive to Convent San Bernardino de Siena.  Brush off the small children selling . . . → Read More: How to spend $100 USD in Valladolid

It has been eleventy-six kinds of crazy-craziness around here lately. Jamie gone, Jesse gone, homeschooling, studying, doing laundry by hand, cooking, cleaning, exercising, and the endless dentist appointments. But we love our dentist. So, pretty much just bullet points.

I am getting really sick of waking at 4am and stumbling through the day, falling . . . → Read More: tap, tap, tap, is this thing on?

Life has definitely been “interesting” this past week.

Kilo has fleas and we’ve been washing each and every piece of cloth in sight.  Each and every load Pike has to ask me, “Mom, wouldn’t it be easier to just buy a NEW washer?” and I tell him that as long as this one . . . → Read More: May you live in interesting times

And I can’t even blame it on the doggie wog.  Who is just a dear.  We all love him so much and he has made this separation (husbandito and Jesse in WI) so much easier – especially for the kids.  They have been back for almost 2 weeks now, buring up the credit cards . . . → Read More: apparently 3am is the new 7am

I am lucky enough to be saddled with a mate who not only appreciates but excels in black humour.  The day he and Jesse left we were getting ready for our exercise walk and I, un-coffeed, was in a somewhat, well, shall we say, “less than chipper” mood, remarked that he would have to . . . → Read More: black humour, isle 4