
Think good thoughts for the little dude.

It took me 32 years to come to terms with the fact my mom wasn't just here to be our mother. She is an amazing friend and partner in crime to my dad and all around Saucy Lady.Word on the street: This is their honeymoon. Mom could have patented this "Come Hither" look. This could be Northern Quebec or BC...both were cold with big rocks and wind. Doesn't this picture make you want to have a cup of tea. My sister Charlotte really grabbed my mom's sense of independance and self-reliance so I love that this moment has caught them in a moment of desperate need to keep warm.
Or not. I'm not sure what the story is, that's what my imagination is for.
She's such a goofball. There were a million of these pictures. Mom with ladies, laughing and hamming it up. There was no town name on this picture but judging by the size of the trees I'm guessing Matagami, Quebec. Ah, the life of a miners' family.
If you judged my mom's life on the pictures she just never stopped guffawing.

Anyway, if you've emailed me and haven't heard back (Sean Portier) it's because your email got deleted out of my junk mail filter...resend please. Otherwise it's just cause I'm in that first month of a new job and adapting gets harder and harder as I get on in years dontcha know.
She says as she furiously knits for a deadline on Saturday morning.
Life adventure:
Another pair of Trekking XXL socks as a demonstration of my eternal love and dedication to Jason, The Fluffer (a few of you have asked about this video), these socks took forever.
A gloriously romantic night spent indoors knitting. J was out making funny so I just finished a pile of deadline writing and picture taking that had been nagging me.
Erin - I still haven't gotten my work email set up, as soon as I recover all of my addresses I'll be back in the game - I SWEARS IT! Hey, aren't you supposed to be in Mexico?