When I was five, my Dad was transferred to Toms River, New Jersey for a year. I remember quite a bit about that year...namely being taught to swim. For better or worse, Dad employed the old school method of tossing me into the deep end of an indoor pool to demonstrate the importance of swimming to the side. In that hyper traumatic moment, I fostered a healthy life long fear of certain trepidation towards dark deep water that I couldn't see the bottom of. I'm a strong swimmer, but a…Continue
Thursday brought spa pedicures for the ladies, Starbucks for the men, slow cooked pork BBQ and the kind of gloppy slaw and biscuits that makes you grateful to be southern.
Baby Jack shows his affection and approval for us through the judicious use of the Glascow Kiss.
Now, I sit freezing with the first snowfall of the season landing in my backyard. I have to admit, I thought Norway would allow me to ease back into it, let the shock happen a bit at a time....but NO, a one-two punch. My Bulldogs hoodie is not as warm as I thought it would be when I bought it. I am two kilos lighter than when I left. Ironic to lose weight on an American vacation.
Despite the hair raising experience with customs in New York, we made it to Orlando just a few…