Sometimes the boy just needs to run, and I don’t mean from one side of the apartment to the other knocking every single thing over, and I don’t mean down the hallway while knocking on every single neighbors door. I mean run run. Do you see that naughty face?
The first week I was here, as a real live live-in North Dakota’n, you will remember that I met Bev. That meeting led to this hilarious day which has now led to this:
When I refer to myself as living on the frontier, I don’t think I’m being dramatic. Continue reading
At 10am I only waited for 45 minutes to pick up my packages (only hehe). The post office is its own little universe here in Watford.
One of my most perplexing questions for North Dakota moms: What in the world do you do to get through the winter?
In my previous life, the second weekend of December was filled with trips down town, hitting up a half a dozen malls, drooling over things I couldn’t afford, inevitably buying at least one thing I couldn’t afford, and getting glitter all.over.the.apartment. (just ask Danny, he loved that part). Continue reading
I’ve had a nasty bout of strep this last week (along with half of Watford) so have been laying low, not much writing. But today, I bring you pictures from the badlands.
“If you’re in town for Thanksgiving, go down to Main Street on Friday, lots of fun stuff will be going on”, Debbie over at Larsen’s Drug told me when I was sitting with the ladies last week. We were staying in town, not much to do, so I filed that one away. I also heard or saw something somewhere else about some kind of parade at, like 6ish, or something on that same day. Continue reading
Oil Goes Boom 
