Sleep comes like a drug In God’s Country Sad eyes, crooked crosses In God’s Country It has no relevance, but at 3:30AM this morning the chorus to In God’s Country from U2 crept into my head and has not been able to leave. I keep repeating it, looking for significance or a reason why that… Read More »
Another year and another scandal? I have not had the opportunity to watch much of the Tour de France as compared to last year. Our cable package does not have OLN so the live coverage in the morning or the recap package in the evenings are lost. I have to rely on catching an hours… Read More »
A week ago I was down in Calgary. Now, I am sitting at home enjoying the Friday on what turned out to be another gorgeous day. What a week it has been. We travelled 1800KM’s, saw five concerts, experienced torrential rain, had a near miss with a deer and made great memories all over the… Read More »
Last night was the first sign of summer I look forward to every year: lightning. I love everything lightning brings. The clouds grow dark, rain starts to fall and the sky glows with forks of lightning followed by the ground rattling thunder. Jenna and I were leaving Sobey’s around 6PM when we saw the first… Read More »
For the last few weeks I have lacked motivation. I am not sure if work is taking all of my energy, or my body does not know how to react to sunlight but there are times I feel like I am just coasting. I could go to bed Monday and wake up Thursday and think… Read More »
We like pop. We like soul. We like rock but we never liked disco. Last night was memorable in every sense. The band played an intense, hit-filled set with great crowd participation and interaction. Cowboys was a surprisingly good venue and made for an intimate setting with room for five hundred. Brad and I picked… Read More »
Today has been one of those days where it clicked. Allow me to recap the last six hours of it. In the afternoon the new song from The White Stripes Icky Thump was released to the airwaves and I was able to get my hand on a digital copy where I listened to it over… Read More »
I have returned from Regina. Sixteen hours, a full belly and infinite family members is what was in store for me over the weekend. I would like you to meet all twenty eight pounds of Fat Ass. That is his name and even acknowledges it. He rolled in as a stray, found a steady supply… Read More »
