I actually have no idea if everyone uses this word the same way we do, but when a plan either fails to materialize or has to be changed on short…
DC — we’ll have to return
I’m proud (!) to say that we’ve done no sightseeing in DC. Instead, I’ve been sleeping like mad: 13 hours the first night, 11 the second, and 9 last night….
*Secret Post*
Bound copies of this project are being given to a few people (*cough* parents *cough*) in 2017 . . . but for our friends, enjoy. 🙂 Two files: Wedding Album…
Pup Culture
One of J’s holiday gifts was a book I made for him. Called Pup Culture, it is a collection of photos of the animals we encountered in our trips over…
Day Sixteen: Pressing Pause in Galway
This post is part of a series called Ireland 2012 First thing’s first: I totally lied in yesterday’s post. There is no way I can finish this week without writing…
Day Fifteen: Mad Max 4 – the Burren
This post is part of a series called Ireland 2012 Our fifteenth day is defined in three ways, listed in no particular order: our visit to a 1,000 year old…
Day Fourteen: Long Day’s Journey Into Doolin
This post is part of a series called Ireland 2012 I have joked about the roads in Ireland, and I have ranted about the roads in Ireland. This was a…
Day Thirteen: Our Own Private Irishman
This post is part of a series called Ireland 2012 We had a second full day on the Dingle peninsula. I won’t lie, having done the Slea Head Drive the…
Day Twelve, Part Two: Dingle on Our Own
This post is part of a series called Ireland 2012 We knew that there were bee hive huts along the Slea Head Drive and that we should be on the…
Day Twelve, Part One: Dingle on Our Own
This post is part of a series called Ireland 2012 As I said yesterday, we left Kinsale in fairly short order and with a twinge of regret. Nevertheless – onward!…
