I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine

10.31.2004

Falling Away

I spent a good part of the day yesterday walking through the park. Fall is by far my favourite season. I love the colour and I love the slightly inclement weather. It's always been a big period of reflection for me.



When I normally go out for my walks I tend to tear along and not really absorb my surroundings. I took my camera this time and walked along some different paths and found the whole experience rewarding.



Here are the results of my fall walk through the park. I don't know why taking photos of trees makes me feel happy, but it does, do I won't question it.







Today's sing-a-long song: "Life in Mono" by Mono

HRH

10.28.2004

Lock me up NOW

There are a lot of songs in my itunes program. Sometimes when I'm concentrating particularly hard I don't actually notice what I'm listening to, or worse, singing a long to.

A moment ago, I was gleefully singing along to Yub Yub. For those of you who don't speak geek, that means I was singing along to the total jibberish that is the finale song at the end of the original version of The Return of the Jedi. The freaking Ewok song. And even though there are no words, just freaky ewok language, I was right there, singing along. And I didn't even notice until the Star Wars theme blared in at the end of the song. At which point I said "You have to get a life girl. Like now."

Today's sing-a-long song: (sing with me people) "Yub yub" from The Return of the Jedi

HRH

10.27.2004

The note at the end is his head falling off

During a meeting today someone suggested that we try and find a name for our work style. Something that embodies the nature of our work and how we get our tasks done. Considering that my job, which I won't say much more about, is 90 per cent chaos, 5 per cent order and a final per cent having arguments about grammar, I have decided to name my work style guillotine.

The aim of the guillotine work style is to do what ever is humanly possible to prevent the guillotine from slicing your head off. There's very little order, a whole lot of adrenaline and only one goal. Get it done right as getting your head slightly out of the guillotine is hardly a success.

Let me take a moment to say that despite the challenges at my work, I do love what I do and really enjoy the people I work with. Guillotine didn't come to mind because of fear or anything like that. I think I thought of it because I tend to cut deadlines awfully close, yet still have my head in tact.

Since I came to that revalation, one that may be peppered by my rising fatigue and stress levels, I've had Berlioz's Marche au Supplice from Symphonie Fantastique in my head. The fourth movement of this wonderful programmatic symphonie describes the moment when the protagonist is being marched to the execution block after having killed his lover in a jealous rage, or at least he dreams it's all happening. It's a quick little march that was constantly in my head as I was dealing with the French a month or so ago. There were many times that I was sure I was doing my own march to the scaffold, but thanks to the guillotine work style, all is good, and my head remains.

Today's sing-a-long song: 'Head over heels" by Tears for Fears

HRH

10.26.2004

It's down the hall on the left

Alternate title "Narcissus' comode"

What do you have hiding in your medicine cabinets? You know, what do people see when they come over to your house and snoop through your bathroom. This being the Internet and some of my readers being far, far away, I am now giving you the opportunity to come into my home and snoop through my medicine cabinet. It's like I've had you over for dinner and now it's time for you to really get to know me.


This thing is on wheels and is exceptionally handy. My favourite item here... well there are a bunch. My make-up brushes are much loved, as is my cetaphil cleanser and my Neutrogena anti-wrinkle cream for acne prone skin. Much, much loved.


The mirror above the sink houses all the perfumes, deodorants and colonges that M and I use. Yes I have taken over the top and bottom shelf. I'm a girl, it's what I do.


This is the actual medicine cabinet, that contains actual medicine.


Here we are in the shower. Okay, we're not actually in the shower. Well, okay I am, since I'm taking this photo, but you're not.


Favourite products here, the Benefit "Gettin' Steamy" shower cream and the Terax latte shampoo.


This is my baby. My hair dryer. I had to leave it behind for 3 years when I was in Prague and I think I missed it almost as much as I missed my family.


Of course, what's a dryer without product. Of course, not all of that is mine. Some of it belongs to my metrosexual man.


I would estimate that there is more than $1500 worth of cosmetics in this drawer, and you can't actually see it all in these photos. It has taken me years to amass this collection and I don't really drink. Add up all the money you spend on beer, etc and you too might have that kind of money left over for "other" things.


Some people drink, others smoke or snort coke. Me? I buy make-up. Who does that hurt? I mean really. Picking a favourite product would be like picking a favourite child.

I hope you had a lovely time in my bathroom. Please don't leave the seat up.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Mirror in the Bathroom"

HRH

10.24.2004

Size ain't nothin' but a number

There's some whacky math going on at The Gap. On a whim I decided to try on a pair of jeans there. I noticed that they had a lot of "stretch" jeans, meaning they had the requisite amount of lycra to meet my comfort standards. When something is mixed with lycra and appropriately sized, the results are nothing but good. So I grabbed my size and made my way to the fitting room. As soon as I got there the salesgirl looked at me and looked at the pants and she said "You're going to want those in a 12." to which I scoffed. I'd come to the conclusion that my days as a 12 were long, long gone.

So I put on the 14's and they were big. And that was nice.

So I conceded to trying on the 12's and I thought they fit pretty well. Comfy. I was sold. And then both the salesgirl and M suggested that I try a 10. A 10? Ha! No way Jose. I haven't been a 10 since the turn of the century (it's always good when you can use the context of the turn of the century for added dramatic effect). I was informed that jeans like The Gap's "Long and Lean" style should be purchased just a bit too tight so that when the fabric stretches it becomes a perfect fit. After much coaxing I tried the 10's on. Now they were tight. Darn tight, but they did fit (I think that this particular Gap sizing scheme is done this way to make women feel better about their bodies and become more inclined to spend money (since they're happy), and isn't actually reflective of my size, but I'm willing to be suckered by it and enjoy that totally silly feeling I get from fitting into a ten again. Oh I have such issues). The staff informed me that the pants will loosen up and "fit me perfectly and comfortably" in a couple of days. I hope they're right, cause damn, they were tight and I was a little unsure of how I looked in them.

I don't want to say that I bought a pair of jeans because my boyfriend said I looked hot in them, but I bought a pair of jeans because my boyfriend said I look hot in them. I admit it. I'm shameless.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Blue Jean" by David Bowie

HRH

10.21.2004

How does your garden grow

The whole experience of my patio garden has been one of my personal highlights of this year. I never could have predicted how much joy I would derive from tending to my plants, harvesting herbs and tomatoes and sitting on my deck enjoying the company of my flowers. All in all I think M and I kicked some serious rookie gardening ass this year. While I'm very excited for the spring and the blooming of my favourite flower, the tulip, I can still enjoy my garden now. For October 21st, it's not too shabby and I'm still inclined to don a sweater and spend some time sitting amongst the greenery.


Here you can see the wandering Jew truly getting it's wander on. I know I should hack it back a little, but I'm still in that phase where growth impresses me, wild or groomed.


I had to take out the petunias a little over a month ago, what remains are some mixed flowers, a geranium and good green. The best part of this pot was that a lot of growth occurred through the railing, making it possible to see flowers from street level.


As soon as I planted these Mums, their flowers promtly all dried up. I wasn't discouraged. I pulled off the dead bits, waiting a week or two and viola... (yes, it's spelt that way on purpose)


These tomatoes will never ripen, barring some unusual climate anomaly. We did get a lot of yummy 'matos off this plant this summer. Sadly it bloomed like crazy during Indian Summer.


This critronella plant naturally kept biting bugs off the balcony and it looked funky. In fact it still does.


Our Hibiscus likes it better outside in the summer. Lots of sun, sun and more sun. I guess it makes it feel like it's at home in the tropics. This weekend it will be repotted and will come inside for the winter. There won't be as much sun, but I will try to play some Jimmy Buffet for it and drink a margartia near it whenever it seems sad. I will do what I must for my plants.


This year M learned what all those helicotpers falling from maple trees actually do. They make little maple trees. Somehow, our herb box was an ideal place for one helicopter to make a little home. We're not sure what to do with our little maple sapling, but with my mother's help, hopefully we'll find a good place for it.

HRH

Smith back to lay the podium down

It makes me so happy to read that Kevin Smith finally has a chance to be on an episode of Degrassi.

Toronto Star Article.

Today's sing-a-long song: "The Degrassi Theme Song" by Kit Hood (I think)

HRH

10.19.2004

Practical Pillow Talk

M: So are we going to that Hallowe'en party?
C (in sulky voice): I guess so. I'm feeling so anti-social... and I have to buy something. And that costs money...
M: I'm sure you could put something together using your new corset.
C (in sulkier voice): Yeah, but I look fat in that.
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M: Well, you could go as someone who looks fat.
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C (in David Caruso style): That, was totally the wrong reply...

HRH

10.17.2004

Easily awed by cleaning and mistaken identities

I got to take the vaccuum for a spin today and the difference in the carpet is dramatic. M walked out of his MattCave, looked at the carpet and said "I remember that colour." And I'm somewhat embarassed to say that I had a lot of fun doing it. I'm worried that I'm one step away from becoming that woman in the Swifer commercial. Even Zeus didn't run from the machine. He didn't run up to it either, but he was able to give it a couple of sideways glances and go about his business (of sleeping) largely unfazed. Thank you Mummy.

Topic switch

Yesterday I was informed by a man in the elevator at M's Mum's place that "I'm not from around here." At first I was concerned that I had "small town" written on my forehead, or was clearly wearing totally the wrong shoes for Toronto, or at the very least Etobicoke. No, according to this man, it was my accent. After informing him that I live in Toronto, but I'm from Kingston, he responded "Oh, I would have said Texas." Texas, eh? This lead me to a variety of thoughts. One, this man had never actually spoken to a person from Texas, or heard one on TV, and therefore assumed that my lighthearted and friendly elevator banter was indicative of that Texan charm you hear about. Two, my Ottawa Valley accent was on in full force and I sounded a bit like a hick. This man must believe that all hicks are from Texas. Three, it was just a really, really bad way of making conversation.

Normally I'd just be amused by it, like when people in the past have made assumptions about my job or ethnicity, (Being of a pretty vanilla background, I'm always a little flattered to hear that someone thinks of me as exotic or from somewhere else.) however this is, like, the third time someone has asked me if I'm from Texas. I've never even been to Texas. The closest connections I have to it is that my Dad lived there when he was young and I like the Dallas Cowboys. That's it. Ahh well. It adds a little flavour to my background. Canadian with just a dash of Texan.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Southern Girl" by Erica Badu

HRH

10.16.2004

A couple of exciting things

First, the Return of the King Extended Edition trailer is out. 4 hours of LOTR goodness. I'm very much looking forward to this version as I didn't think that the theatrical editon was long enough. Or I guess, more importantly, it didn't have a lot of the moments I wanted to see from the book.

Next, I'm going to pick up my new vaccuum cleaner today. Within hours I hope to be in domestic heaven as I will finally have a vaccuum that sucks.

Is it totally wrong that these are the things that I find exciting?

Today's sing-a-long song:"The Remedy (I won't worry)" by Jason Mraz

HRH

10.14.2004

Super whammied

Well I'm screwed...

The way a girl grows during adolescence, and even in the womb, may play a role in her risk of breast cancer later in life, a Danish study suggests.

The study of the health records of 117,000 women in Denmark found that those who were chubby at birth but tall and lean by age 14 were more likely to develop the disease.


Great. Just great.


The researchers found that the taller a girl was at 14, roughly the end of puberty, the higher her chance of later developing breast cancer. For example, a girl 5 feet 6 inches tall at age 14 had about a 50-per-cent higher risk of later developing breast cancer, compared with one who was just under 5 feet at 14.


At the age of 14, I was 5'11". So let me get this straight. Not only did I have to deal with all the crap of being tall in adolescence, but it's also going to bite me in the ass later in life? Greeeaaat.


Babies who weighed 8.8 pounds at birth had a 17-per-cent higher risk of later developing breast cancer than newborns who were only 5½ pounds. Each additional two pounds over 5½ boosted risk by 10 per cent.


What was my birth weight again? 8 pounds... yeah. Great.


The lower a girl's body mass index (a measure of weight relative to height) at age 14, the higher her risk of breast cancer, echoing findings about the risk in premenopausal women. The Danish researchers also found the younger a girl has her peak growth period, the higher her risk of later breast cancer.


Let's see. At 14 years of age I was 5'11" and I weighed 140 pounds, giving me a BMI of 19.5. A triple whammy.

I'm very, very bad at math, but if I am 5'6" at 14 it increases my chances by %50. Does that mean that 5'11" is %95? I was 3.5 pounds heavier than 5½, does that give me %15? I don't know what the numbers mean for sure, but it doesn't look good. Nope. Not good at all.

To all my tall and lithe in adolesence friends, we'd best do The Run for the Cure next year.

HRH

10.13.2004

The unrelated leads me to a task

I'm having one of those days. You know those days where you help out with something and full good about what you do and sad about it all at the same time, have needles stuck in your neck and get a box full of books from Wendy. I'm sure it's happened to all of you.

How am I going to deal with it all? Well, I'm going to accept the way things work and learn from it, hope that my upped prescription of Synthroid will cheer me up and get that energy going on again, and read a book. This book in fact. Then I will take a moment to think of Wendy and do something thoughtful,creative, brilliant and empowered because she's all about that.

After that, I'm going to read a little Henry James, who M says is "The Master." M doesn't endorse much (even for a man getting into advertising), so I'm keen.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Closer to fine" by The Indigo Girls

HRH

10.11.2004

And they're all married now

I would like to take a moment to congratulate all my friends who got married in the last year. May your loves be long and great and thank you for letting me be part of your special days. Be it as bridesmaid, groomsmaid, make-up artist or as the person doing the duties of a bridesmaid without actually being in the wedding party. It's been good. It's been really wonderful seeing everyone so happy and seeing all of our friends come together throughout the year. And how you're all married. Yay.

To the rest of my unmarried friends, I hope you find happiness like my married friends. Should you want to marry as part of that happiness, keen. Should you not, also keen. Should you decide to get married in the next 4 months... I'll kill you.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Every little thing she does is magic" by The Police

HRH

10.10.2004

Making out like a bandit

Coming home is a wonderful, wonderful thing. Not only do I get to enjoy the company of my family and get totally taken care of by my mother, but I sometimes make out like a bandit. My parents are showing their continuing support for all things educational and helping M and I out with some financial matters while he's back at school. And we couldn't be more thankful for it.

So I just want to thank my mom for the shopping (cause she knows me and she knows that I'm all about the pretty things), for the cooking tools and the appliances. They are all much appreciated and will find much use.

HRH

10.07.2004

I am not getting sick. I repeat. I am not getting sick.

It must have been that the heat was on too high in the hotel room last night. That's why my throat is so sore. It has to be that hotels just have crummy air circulation, that's why I'm so lightheaded.

I do not have time to be ill. I can get sick on Sunday. That will be fine. I'll be in Kingston and my Mummy will be able to take care of me. Blake and Kirsten's wedding will be over, as will any commitments to looking like a healthy and happy human being. Sunday is just a keen time to get sick. But not today. Today I have 5 hours of conference left and a train ride to K-Town. I don't want to be the sick girl that everyone on the train gives the "you are infecting us all you evil beast" looks.

Boo and more importantly -urns.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Through the Wire" by Kanye West

HRH

10.06.2004

And my brain turns on for a moment

It was a day of quiet, a day where I felt a little less on the outside of the general consensus and a day where I got to see 2 episodes of CSI (quiet curse to Quebec cable for not carrying Spike, very quiet curse).

For awhile now I've been following the work of The Skeptical Environmentalist, Bjørn Lomborg. Back when I was writing the sustainable development lesson plans I was blown away at the deluge of doomsday environmental spin out there. Then I discovered his book and I was glad:

In The Skeptical Environmentalist Bjørn Lomborg challenges widely held beliefs that the global environment is progressively getting worse. Using statistical information from internationally recognized research institutes, Lomborg systematically examines a range of major environmental issues and documents that the global environment has actually improved. He supports his argument with over 2900 footnotes, allowing discerning readers to check his sources.

Lomborg criticizes the way many environmental organizations make selective and misleading use of scientific data to influence decisions about the allocation of limited resources. The Skeptical Environmentalist is a useful corrective to the more alarmist accounts favored by green activists and the media.


When I first read his stuff, I was so pleased. There were people out there who felt like I felt. Yes, there are a lot of environmental problems in the world, but we don't have anywhere near enough data to be sure that the end is truly nigh and we really have to step back and think about what our priorities should be in trying to remedy them. The environmental movement always struck me as a group of people running about with their hair on fire, not sure which strand to put out first.

It's easy to convince the green movement that the environmental situation is far from good. But up until recently, the only way one could persuade those with the money (and power) that things had to be done was to scream that the sky was falling, and falling right this second. Lomborg makes a good point that we don't always make the most rational decisions when faced with a falling sky. Lomborg also impressed me because he had the wherewithal to put environmental issues in an economic context. Asking important questions like what is the real value in solving these problems for people today.

I had the pleasure of seeing Lomborg in the flesh at the conference. So rarely do I find myself agreeing with speakers at environmental conferences (I've been to two and heard about 20 lectures and spent a lot of time listening to bad rants and straw man arguments... oh and rolling my eyes, a lot.). The focus of his talk was about the rational prioritzation of the issues that are facing the globe today. As he said, "there is only one bag of money, but many good uses" and we have to use rational thinking to determine what we choose to spend that money on.

We also have to demystify a lot of what we read about in the media. Bad news sells and if one were to only read the news and not dig deeper, you'd think that in spite of all the efforts of the past century, there was no hope for environmental progress and everything we've done so far has barely made a dent. And that's just not true. Things are not perfect. There are still some things going on that shouldn't continue, but as the western world has become richer, we've been able to afford to put money into conservation, into sustainability and into research and development. We have fufilled our primary needs (food, shelter, etc) and now we have the luxury of determining the manner in which we sustain our existence. We don't have to worry about where our next meal is coming from, so we have time to worry about pollution.

I think what I like the best about Lomborg's viewpoint is that his hope lies in human ingenuity. We are making things better, have have already come so far because we've been able to solve problems. We don't need to panic about the oil reserves because we are continuing to develop alternative fuels that may one day take over oil, just as oil overtook coal and coal replaced wood. It's a very different approach from the usual schpeel you get from the green movement that actually makes you feel guilty for being a human being. I've always found that offensive.

Lomborg also brought up the not so cuddly, but awfully practical issue of cost/benefit analysis. Something that a lot of people don't want to touch because they don't want to appear as though they are a bad person. For example, the ill conceived Kyoto accord actually gives us less in terms of it's effect on global warming than what we put in in terms of dollars lost to restrictions. It takes a lot of guts to say that you think Kyoto is an futile piece of environmental legislation. In many circles it's like putting an "I hate the planet" sticker on your head. But the reality is, that the accord isn't going to put a dent in the global warming problem (should you choose to accept that there is one), so why are we choking our economies for it? It's going to have dire effects upon the economy, which will effect all of us and I don't think for the better.

One of the things that has really resonated with me was Lomborgs point that we are spending so much of our energy focusing on the wrong things. There are problems out there that we may not be able to fix right now, yet we spend so much time and energy on them in futility. In the meantime there are things that we could have a huge effect upon now.

When I learn that 40% of all adult deaths in South Africa are AIDS related, the problem of the global temperature rising 4 degrees in 50 years doesn't bother me as much. When I learn that in developing countries, many illnesses and deaths are caused by particulate inhalation (meaning people burn anything they can for heat and fuel, inhale the by products from it and get really, really sick), I'm not as troubled by greenhouse gases. I'm not saying they don't matter, but they shouldn't be higher on the priority list.

Find a cure for HIV/AIDS (Go Tash!), find a way to prevent Malaria without using DDT that developing nations can afford or find a way to increase free trade. That's a good use of funds. And that's going to have an impact on the world and on future generations.

Gosh it's nice to come out of a talk with some hope.

HRH

10.05.2004

Cruel fate

On a day where I get to hear Dr. Kathy Reichs, author of Déjà Dead, Death du Jour, Grave Secrets and a world renowned forensic anthropolgist, you'd think that I'd be able to find a TV station showing an episode of CSI. You'd think.

While I'm here some, observations about Quebec. Rimmel commericals here are totally dumb. Why? Because like the English commericals the announcer speaks with a British accent. Now that's something totally acceptable when speaking English, but when you're speaking french, you just sound retarded.

Also, Quebec has secret cheese. Totally secret cheese.

Montreal is a pretty city and while I love Toronto, I have to admit that Montréal has some very redeeming features. It's not as architecturally insane as Toronto is. People seem nice, the shopping looks good (Winners, so much better in Montreal). I think if I was here with someone (namely M) I'd really like it. I spent a little time after the conference ended today getting some snaps of big, pretty, buildings. Some new, some old. I'm hoping to get to old Montréal tomorrow and get my lover-of-architecture going on.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Rocketman" by Elton John

HRH

10.04.2004

Bad habit broken

So I made it to Montreal all in one piece. Got checked in, got connected to the Internet (after a 30 minute support call with a very nice guy in Calgary) and settled. Indeed all was good. But I was hungry. Hungry, tired and in a strange, dark and cold (it’s going down to freezing tonight!) city.

I was going to be brave and find a cute little bistro to dine in. But I got outside and it was cold and really dark and there were a lot of people there. I guess when I’m by myself I notice that I get a good number of approving looks from the opposite sex. Either that or in Montreal I’m hot, in Toronto I’m run of the mill. Anyway, while it’s nice to be noticed I felt a little, um, conspicuous.

So I’m cold, hungry, tired and just a little bit threatened and I start walking down the street in the pursuit of dinner. And then I see them. The golden arches. I haven’t darkened the doorstep of a MacDonalds for more than a year now. I’m trying to be healthy and be good to my body, and I never really feel good after I eat there. But damn it looked like paradise to me tonight. I walked down the street, read and translated the menu and then got in line. I was in the process of rehearsing my order en francais, when it struck me. Why was I doing this? I mean, I always do this when I’m in a new city. Without a doubt my first meal is almost always at MacDonalds. It’s not a tradition I’m particularly proud of, but when I first travel I’m tired, weak willed and need to get the issue of hunger out of the way before I confront the other challenges a new city presents.

So I left. I got out of line and walked back to the hotel. Sure I ate dinner in the hotel restaurant, but I ate a real dinner (onion soup and ceasar salad - can you tell I’m sleeping alone tonight). And tomorrow I will find a good place to eat. Yay.

HRH

Technology is keen

I used to wonder why Mike used to get so thrilled every time he’d travel and encounter a place where he could compute and/or connect. I’m not equipped with a wireless right now, so I can only revel in the amusement that is using my tres old school computer to blog in the Air Canada lounge. The very, very pretty Air Canada lounge.

I don’t have Mike’s travel/transit geek skills, but with my base talents for observations I can say that I like the new Terminal 1. I feel a little like I’m in the Museum of Civilization and a little like I’m in Germany. Of course, the plasma screens in the lounge are currently broadcasting in French. Ahh globalization, how I love thee.

I also had the opportunity to use one of the check in kiosks and hot damn, was that ever easy. I don’t think I’ve EVER checked in and checked baggage for a flight in less than 5 minutes. And I’m not kidding. I would have been faster if I hadn’t doubted the system and followed my instincts. I’m such a jaded traveler. I always assume that it’s much harder than it is. But it wasn’t hard. It was actually kind of pleasant. Of course it helped me that there was, like, no one in the airport at that point, but still.

I have to say I feel a little like I’m in an IBM commercial. The lounge is full of people on laptops and cell phones. There is nary a child in sight, but piles and piles of suits, suits, suits. And some very nice suits at that.

HRH

10.03.2004

Chelsea's Big Adventure

I'm going to be leaving my beloved home for 8 days. 8 whole days. The trouble with having a home that you love is leaving it really sucks. At least I'm leaving it for some pretty interesting things.

Tomorrow I'm off to Montreal and the 4th World Congress of Science Writers, where I will learn more about writing for science and pitch, pitch, pitch. When I'm not doing that I hope to be gutsy enough to see some of the city. I've packed several stylin' outfits, so as not to be immediately pegged as a Torontoian. And I'm also looking forward to seeing how many times I break into Czech instead of French. I suppose the advantage there is that I'll be confused tor a Czech tourist, rather than a lingiustically challenged Anglophone.

I should be okay, as I now have the number of a place that delivers poutine until 4 a.m. (just be sure to annunciate the "e") and a box of nutrigrain bars if things get really desperate.

After 4 days of that I'll be making my way home to Kingston for a little groomsmaid duty and a little Thanksgiving. Zeus and M will be joining me, which will make for a lovely weekend. Plus, wicked groomsmaid dress. See teaser below.



I'll do my best to keep posting from the road. I'll also do my best to stay sane.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Beyond the Fray" by Olive

HRH