So this one day, I was taking a walk through the streets of Mayberry (the town where I live), minding my own business (although I may or may not have been peeking into people’s uncovered windows as I walked on the sidewalk past their houses, so I guess technically I really wasn’t minding my own [...]

My favourite part of being in school is the day I get assignments graded and handed back.  Even if I don’t get the grade I was expecting, I am always relieved to know that I got a grade. It’s the same reason I thrive on comments with this blog—because feedback is so satisfying.  Even if [...]

All my pre-married life, I lived in a house that had a junk drawer.  It was always in the kitchen—why is it that we never have enough cupboard space, but we have drawers in such abundance that we fill them with random junk just so they can have a purpose?  I don’t know, but that’s [...]

I had an epiphany. I was reading this book for school called The Englishman’s Boy by Guy Vanderhaeghe, and I noticed that printed on the cover was a boastful announcement that the book was a winner of the Governor General’s Award, which is pretty much the highest honour a Canadian novel can attain in its [...]

Do you ever find yourself obligated to say something even when you have nothing to say? That’s me and this blog right now. This week has been intense, between school…and really, only school.  Every day I wake up and head off to that hellhole and think to myself, “Someday…there has GOT to be a point [...]

Poor Kyle and I are taking this day off school and work to have a road trip.  A short road trip—a day trip, really—but it will be glorious.  I’ve been needing to exchange a birthday present so I can finally blog about it.  Also, I’m sending a package down for my dad’s birthday {twenty days [...]

Today is the second anniversary of the wedded union between Poor Kyle and myself. Last year, I was out of town on our first anniversary for what I thought was a noble cause; I have since learned that there are very few causes noble enough to actually warrant putting my husband last.  That wasn’t cool.  [...]