getting your hair done is odd... looking at yourself in a mirror for the better part of four hours can almost be seen as a form of torture... so I just stare at my hairdresser instead... and as she tends to my mane, I grace her with my witty stories, stemming back to my childhood but... Continue Reading →
the first meal to the field is always a little 'hairy'... not sure when to cook things, when to pack them up... when to cry because I'm overwhelmed... the first meal plan was: Hot Corned Beef Sandwiches Tammy's Buns Garlic Roasted Potatoes Fresh Corn Casserole Macaroni Salad Saskatoon Berry Crumble Cake the other wrinkle thrown... Continue Reading →
i feed a farmer 