Scavenger Hunt

Time for a hunt.

1. Clouds
2. Sun flare
3. Seven
4. High Angle
5. Low Angle

1. Clouds

2. Sun flare

3. Seven

4. High Angle

5. Low Angle


Just for fun, here is the version of the hunt.


Punch Bug

Who said games are for kids?

It started with a long red light and a yellow VW beetle. I took a photo and shared it on Two of my bloggy friends said they liked the Punchbug game and a challenge was set. Jessica @goaliej54, Liz @Lizs_b and I will be snapping bugs and tallying up at the end of the year. It is East coast VS Australia VS West coast. Kind of like rugby on ice skates and horseback, but with bugs…

Every time I leave the house I am on the lookout for a bug. I stop on the side of the road to take photos of them, I scan parking lots at the store and library, I have my son trained to stare out of Starbucks and shout Punchbug. Best of all I see bugs driving by Liz while she is traveling around Brisbane and Jessica’s finds as she is commuting in Rhode Island. And nobody actually punches me!

I have learned that we have an incredible amount of bugs on the roads of our little island. Either that or the same ten bugs drive around the same time I am dropping of Little J at preschool.

I have learned that even as an adult little silly things can brighten up your day. Games are fun at any age. Even more so when you are not in it to win it.

I have learned that I can commit to a project. I just wish I was as passionate about updating my page on Facebook and writing a major contract that I have been delaying for weeks. Or taxes…

If you are on join us. When you see a bug, snap it. Tag the three of us @lizs_b , @goaliej54 and @northwestmommy and hashtag #punchbug so we can give you two thumbs up. It is good to be childish sometimes. Trust me!


Free to be you and me again

Joining Alison and Ado celebrating their first year blogoversary.

Blog Bash

I published this post on 8th of April 2011. I am by no means a talented writer but I have my own style and this is it. Breaking news: Since then one of us has claimed a love for kale. And it was not me. Sometimes I wonder what this family of mine is turning into…

Free to be you and me

Our house is a great place to be whoever you want to be.

Some of us are liberal and others conservative. All of us believe in democracy, one of us wishes we didn’t. We all get a vote. One chooses not to participate at all, one of us exercises his right only in issues pertaining to him. Two of us still end up being outvoted most of the time.

Two of us ride horses, one of us pretends to be a horse. Three of us love the outdoors, one of us likes video games, two of us like television. One of us always smells like a wet dog. Two of us complain about the wet dog. One of us always cleans after the wet dog.

One of us likes wine, two of us like vegetables, three of us love chocolate, all of us like meat. Two of us like to bake, one of us likes to cook and all of us love to eat. None of us like kale, but three of us have to eat it. All of us are always finding dog hair in our meals, including visitors. Some of us hope we find it in kale.

One of us still naps all day, all of us like to sleep, one of us goes to bed late every night, one of us wishes he could too.  Three of us snore. One of us listens to the other three snoring. One of us sleeps outside. One of us sleeps in the wrong bed. Two of us ignore it.

Three of us love to fly, one of us used to have to, one of us still does. One of us is hoping never to go on a plane again. One of us used to be in first class, one of us traveled business class, three of us now sit in coach. One of us had to settle for cargo hold.

One of us has lots of toys, one of us buys them, one of us pays for them. All of us like to play with them. One of us is not allowed to. Two of us have been caught chewing on them. Some of us care about that more then others.

All of us like the back yard. Two of us like to garden. One of us hates the yard work. One of us thinks it’s a toilet.

Three of us like to be in control. Two of us should be. One of us always is.

All of us are happy. One of us writes about it.