Miss me? Here's what I've been doing!Saturday, May 19, 2007
After the Rosemary Attack
I'm squinting, not smiling, from the pain.Ok, it didn't really hurt, it was just a little prickly.
I Smell Like A Leg of Lamb
Right after I took this picture some vile woman hit me with a rosemary bush.
Mmmm
Mouth watering...If it weren't for the incredibly horrible karaoke next to it, this would be perfect. Luckily, a picture is worth a thousand words, not musical notes.Detroit's Eastern Market!
Very cool market, I never knew was here...Just walk through the chicken's...um...breasts...
Our Teeny-Tiny Cabin
Here's how we travelled from Halifax to Montreal. Our cabin. Annie and I shared. Here's a transcript of Annie climbing the ladder to get to the top bunk.
Scene: Tiny train cabin, it's dark, lights are off, Jessie is in bottom bunk.
Jessie: 'Night Anne.
Anne: 'Night.
Annie grips ladder.
[Bang!]
Annie: Ow!
[Crashing, metal pinging]
Annie: Gah! Oh...Ugh...
[Bang!]
Annie: Argh...Ugh...Gugggg.....
[Bang! Crash!]
Jessie: Need some help?
Tee Hee.
I believe this is a good metaphor for our family dynamics.
Maggie loves to tease uncontrollably and hamming it up for a camera, Annie hates, well, a lot at the moment.
Um...question...
Should someone let the people of Peggy's Cove in on the fact that it's May? I froze my ass off looking at their lighthouse.White Knuckle Squeeze
Annie is freezing. We're waiting for Dad to stop taking pictures of the damn sunset.
Are There Storm Waves? Wolverine Waves?
How can a wave be rogue? I know they can be dangerous, but it's the trajectory of a wave pretty self explanatory?
A wave, waves over, right?
Strange place.
She Sees A Seal...Maybe.
Taken in Digby, Nova Scotia where, apparently, there are absolutely no homosexuals.
Something Really Old Sitting On Something Really Old
Dad perched on one the first mill stones ever to be brought to the New World.
Ohh.
I wonder if they have a small pox infected blanket on display somewhere.
What The Hell Is That Smell?
Lobster caracasses? Seaweed? Rotting flesh?
Who the funk knows, but it was smelly in Halls Harbour.
Where The Hell Is The WATER?!
I sooo don't get the whole tide in, tide out thing. Tide is something I put in the washing machine.
Watch Out...She's Got A Camera And Kind Of Knows How To Use It
Grandma took this picture!
We kind of don't have tops to our heads, but we know they're there, so that's all that matters.
At least this was before the dancing.
I will never be able to listen to Three Dog Night's "Joy To The World" without giggling.
What's that on my dad's face?
This was what Dad did for the majority of the trip.
He was the Rodger family papparazzi.
He's very stealth.
Wanna find him? Just listen for the click, click, click, click.
We were off to a great start...
This is me on my birthday.
Why the long face?
The mean airport security made me throw out my full bottle of Aveda Curly De-Frizz because, apparently, they have something against those of us who are hair sensitive.
Screw you Ministry of Aviation.
You owe me $40. I don't care what the rules are. It was my fricking birthday.
Arse-holes.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Maggie's Baggage (The Literal Kind)
Maggie is crazy.
She was over packed. By a lot. Luckily, the VIA Rail people were very nice and let her box up her excess baggage.
We thought we would find it in London. Little did we know, we had to pick it up in Montreal, then in Toronto.
Look, Anne! Ireland!
I love my sister. She's very smart, very sweet and incredibly funny.
She thought she could see Ireland from Nova Scotia.
I don't care who you are, that place was creep.
OK, here's the bed and breakfast we stayed at in Yarmouth (it's spelt Yar-mouth, not Yar-mit).It was very nice. But incredibly creepy. It was like staying in someones house. Oh yeah, that's because it was someone's house.
The people were very nice, very good food, very beautiful house (minus the creepy dolls everywhere).
And I'm all for supporting local economies. But seriously. I did not like it.
Sigh.
Watch out...he's armed and dangerous!
This is my Papa at Fort Anne. For those of you who don't know Fort Anne is built in a valley. The hills were no match for Papa.
It was my birthday!
Ok, it's official. I'm old. And I love it.
I turned 25 on the 11th and had, what can only be described as a unique birthday (no complaints...yet).
I got a nifty new digital camera.
That's me, and in the corner is the light house on Peggy's Cove. You can't tell, because I'm so tough, but I'm freezing my ass off.
SHE GRADUATED! W00T!
Yea! Maggie graduated last weekend and it was FANTASTIC! She got a medal and everything.
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