That Time I Cooked

Normally my schedule has not allowed me the opportunity to cook. Or, more specifically, my schedule combined with my laziness has meant that my kitchen has gone mostly underutilized for approximately the last eleventeen years. We’ve become estranged, distant, separated – somehow unfamiliar with each other.

If Your Friends Jumped Off A Bridge…

If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you? I could almost hear my mom saying this to me when Nic first informed me that we were only about an hour away from a potential experience of the bungee kind. Traditionally meant to make one rethink their follow-the-pack mentality, in my case, the memory of my…

Wins Of The Week

Nic and I arrived in Vancouver on Wednesday morning, following an uneventful ride across the country in my 16th shiny metal lawn dart of the year. At my current rate of travel, it seems that I’m on track to see the inside of at least 40 shiny metal lawn darts (covering at least 2.5 times the…