From Saskatoon to Uhuru Peak

I was going to post about our Family Day weekend trip to Saskatoon to visit my dear old not-so-well Gran. The highlight of the drive was spotting moose on the side of the highway (Alvin's first glimpse of Canada's beautiful- ok absurd-looking - creatures). I've never bothered to ask Dev to send me the photos (they actually had white legs which made them look even stranger).

I was going to develop another post to explain how hilarious my most recent date with Carly was. We decided we enjoyed watching old British crime shows...last week it was Miss Marple. We made it through two episodes & the mystery remained unsolved so we may switch back to the faster paced Inspector Lynley or Inspector Lewis series'. (Yes, we know this is incredibly nerdy).

















Since I'm feeling like such an old lady (even my Gran was teasing me), check out my progress on the scarf I'm knitting. Do keep in mind this is my first attempt at knitting- so far, I enjoy it.















And since I know some people are embarrassed for my street cred (Lain) I will close this post with a far less nerdy escapade...My beautiful friend Naomi sent me a CD with photos from when we hiked Kilimanjaro together (in 2004) because I somehow misplaced all my Kili photos. So though these 3 stories do not flow well into a coherent posting...these are the latest ramblings of a snowed in Sarah.

What's more Canadian than...

A trip to the local curling rink?
Hahahah. That's right. I signed Alvin up for his first taste of curling.
















We agreed that we didn't love curling (I think I only had one good shot in 1.5 hours). But Coach Ryan had a lot of patience & Krysta was a good sport- so we did have fun. But if I'm ever to get Alvin to a curling rink again I'm sure it'll be for beer!

Mother Nature's Last Laugh

Oh Sarah, such a disaster. The forecast was calling for snow Friday evening and temperatures back below zero for the weekend. So what do I think?- perfect time to squeeze in one more road run before it's back to walking. Boy was I wrong.
I officially partook in the most treacherous walk of my life (oh the trials of suburban living)*grin*. I trotted down Grandin road thinking that I'd do a nice loop to stretch my legs & clear my head. About half way down the slope my slow trot turned into a slow walk. I decided sidewalk conditions would get better round the corner as going straight back up would be too treacherous. Boy was I ever wrong again.
I'm giggling at one point nearly at the corner of Levasseur because my feet are spinning like the road runner & there's no forward motion...I couldn't help but laugh because I thought the motorists must be having a laugh at my expense. I tell myself "Surely once I reach Levasseur I'll be fine because I ran it Wednesday & it was pretty much clear".
Let's just say I should have worn skates to tackle Levasseur. The waist-high snowdrifts are no longer waist-high, they've melted onto the sidewalk & then frozen over. Seriously, skates would've been the best way out.
Could it get any worse? At my final final home stretch (by this point I'm a little annoyed because I've nearly fallen a thousand times & progress was so slow my little 30 minute work out turned into over an hour's worth of slow-going trek)...and what am I faced with? Giant puddles that had not frozen over. Sigh. As I climbed up the steps to the apartment (running shoes soaked & toes frozen) I had a good-hearted chuckle with that mother nature- she pulled a fast one on me.

Note to self: contact that mailman brother of yours before setting out for a 'quick jog'.

Wednesday's "Thought for the day"

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY


I don't want to brag or make anyone jealous or anything,
but I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school.


I had meant to post this on Wednesday as the one thing that made my day. I was glowing after another afternoon road run too...