Surfing in Tofino

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I hate this page. But it is what it is. Sometimes when I scrapbook I feel so completely uninspired...I think I need to take a break for a few days.

sibs

This pic was edited with some fancy digital scrapbooking program by my mom. I'm actually not sure how I acquired a copy of it.

Husband Stealer

This is what I found last night when I came to bed.

Apalling.

Nass Valley Visit

These pics are from last summer when my family came to visit. We went "up the Nass" as they say around these parts and checked out some of the natural and First Nations history. It was really awesome, I can't wait to go again this summer and camp out.

Sistas

This is such as awesome picture of my sisters-in-law, Becky and Mary that I just had to scrapbook it. I love bright colors of their jackets.

I think I know what kind of a morning this was...

I did this page a while ago but I thought Leanne might like to have a looky...

These pics were taken one morning when I was still living in Dad's basement suite. I busted into Leanne's room on a Saturday morning and snapped these. She wasn't very happy with me.

The day Zoe tried to kill me.

So the other evening I attempted to walk our pitbull-lab 'rescue dog' Zoe, who is a puller. And by puller I mean she's an 85 pound steam train aiming to thwart my every attempt at a reasonable pace.

We had only made it about three houses down from home when she yanked so hard on my arm I lost my footing and rolled my ankle.

So what does my cuddly, loving, loyal family pet do?

She abandoned me. And not only did she abandon me, she ran across the street into 'Harlem', dragging her leash gleefully behind her.

Make no mistake, she knew she was in the deepest of shit when we found her.

I think it's time for a special leash so that she can't pull. But for me, I think I'll just walk Sierra instead. Overall I think I prefer zig-zagged unpredictability to abandonment.

Proof.

As stated in a previous post, my dog Sierra thinks she is the wife. This was clearly evidenced this evening when she approached Dave, who was unsuspectingly lounging on the sofa, jumped on him and, while gazing in my direction for a glimpse at my reaction, spread 'em. The gall.

Dave sees this as playful banter, but I know the truth.

Fine. Be that way.

Alright, I will.

please mummy

sierra 2, originally uploaded by dahansen85.

Sierra giving me her 'I wants you to throw my saliva-soiled, pink mop-head' look.