Why “Poor Kyle?” It all started during our engagement, when he was often the unfortunate outlet for all my pent-up pre-wedding stresses. Now that the wedding is over, the name has continued to seem…fitting. Because, of course, he’s married to … Continue reading
Poor Kyle does not care for mushrooms. To say that he “does not care for mushrooms” is putting it mildly. In fact he hates them. I like mushrooms. I like cream of mushroom soup, both in casseroles and just plain. … Continue reading
I imagine Canadian children get a very different education than those of the Arizonan school systems. I remember when my 5th grade class was learning about precipitation during Science Time. Precipitation, condensation, all that good stuff. My frizzy-haired teacher, Mrs. … Continue reading
Blogging five days a week is a real drag. Aren’t you all sick of my blog? I’m sick of my blog. We got back to Canada today. I could go on and on about how bloomin’ cold it is here, … Continue reading
I’m apologising now for the fact that will soon be made known to you: This is going to be a short post. It is so draining to say goodbye to people I love. In the words of my mom…I can’t … Continue reading
Well, it is finished. I have taken off two of my blogger friends’ blogs. I feel kind of sick inside; I’m generally a nice kind of person, and I don’t fancy kiboshing people I know and love. Alas…Emily and Tessa … Continue reading
Poor Kyle had to fly down from Canada to drive me back there. I guess he thought I wouldn’t actually come back. What dear? Tomorrow’s high is supposed to be freezing? Oh, that’s nice. Mesa got rain today, and hail, … Continue reading