Macleod Momentum

Just last week we decided it was high time to get some current family photos done.  I realized we were lacking in pictures of all three of us when I was working on the collage for the O's apartment. Well, I called upon my super-awesome-good friend Jess to meet us at Bower Ponds to try and capture some pictures of us with our little hurricane.  Although she doesn't stay still for long, Jess did manage to snap a few great shots! :) I also want to share a few photos I snapped after we settled Opa and Oma in to their apartment.  With time, they will develop a new routine and I am certain they will become very comfortable here.  Lord knows Nola has already made herself comfortable on visits! I love them with all my heart, can't imagine life without them, don't know what I'd do without them.  Now I can worry (a little) less. The bedroom... The sitting/tv room... With a little kitchen for snacks and drinks.  They'll be eating meals in the dining

I’ve posed this question to numerous family and friends, and I’ve never gotten a solid answer.   Most often after I’ve asked this question, I’m left with a thoughtful stare, a smirk or a shoulder shrug. This question has been bugging me for some time now.   Truthfully, the question came to me because of my estranged sister-in-law who deems herself a “Relationship Expert”.   I find it terribly ironic she cannot have any kind of relationship with her in-laws, and hasn’t for over 6 years.   The “Relationship Expert” has even gone so far as to ensure her husband has NO contact with his brother, mother or father either (regarding differences I think are manageable).   I am so fortunate (insert sarcastic tone) to read her underwhelming articles in our free Wednesday newspaper from time to time, and hear her “Lady Love” segment on our Friday morning Tops 40’s station.   But if her clients knew what I know, would they deem her an expert? So what does make an expert an expert?   I’m not say

My hands hurt!  As most or all of you know, I'm on blood thinners for my clotting disorder.  That means my skin is horribly thin and even the slightest scuff will easily tear off a top layer of skin here and there.  The main target: my hands. This weekend I had the terrific pleasure of going with my cousin and a (wonderful) group of her friends to Golden, British Columbia to celebrate in some pre-wedding antics and rafting on the Kicking Horse River.  Thanks to the rafting my hands got terribly scuffed but it was totally worth it! ;) My cousin's name is Shauna and she is amazing.  For as long as I can remember I have been in love with her and her family.  She is fun, hilarious, kind and BEAUTIFUL.  A total package kind of gal who I've always admired and wished I was like.  She's a mere 2 years older than I and has finally found the perfect man to see her through all her days.  Wedding to take place next month. My Aunt Babette was also there along with Cheryl, Shau

This afternoon we went to the local playground.  Of course, Sarge came too.  ♥

My little funny face :)  I ♥ her.