Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
Daddy: WHAT, NO FOTO OF THE GINGERBREAD HOUSE? FINISH THE POST BY POSTING A FOTO OF THE GB HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHEESH, AND MAKE IT AN ARTY FOTO TOO. Passport Diaries Response Team: Um, there WAS a foto of the gingerbread house!! Toward the bottom! It’s not very artsy. Maybe I’ll redo it. Mum: Uh, Kent. Check…
This is one of those posts that has been sitting in the queue for months. Selecting the photos was easy, but even talkaholic Mari can’t find words to honor this church that blessed us so much. It’s impossible to say how thankful I am to have attended Life Chapel International while we lived in Japan….
Chris has asked me on several separate occasions if I plan to blog about our gingerbread house. “It’s our best gingerbread house ever!” he says every time I admit it hasn’t yet gotten a post. Upon review, I found I’d started five—FIVE—unfinished posts. This is because I can upload pictures with one hand, but kind…
It may be uncharitable to say some denizens of the Pensacola area are white trash. Rather, we were surprised and delighted to find we’d arrived back in town just in time to join 15-20,000 for Chumuckla’s annual Redneck Christmas Parade. Chris reminded me recently that he grew up rounding up cattle and field dressing deer…
My family stair-stepped down in height when we crowded around this Louisiana-shaped sign upon moving to Texas 20 years ago. Now our tiny baby posed with Chris and me two hours into this second leg of our new hobby of driving back and forth between Florida and Texas. The nice Louisiana ladies at the welcome…
Thanks, Houston Fire Department!! And no, no one gave us free meatballs.
This is Mari, Isaac and a little girl reporting live from the elevator at Ikea. The doors closed as we entered and hitting the Door Open button to wait for Chris and her mom resulted in a screechy breaking noise and all the buttons going dead. The fire department is coming. Do we get free…
