Crazy Carpets

oh kraft dinner of the toboggan hill,

you are not classy but you're satisfying.



So, lately I have been moved to take up the crazy carpet as a medium for wintry amusement.

I say "take it up" but really it is closer to RE-taking it up. It's been surreal living around the corner from my childhood home these last 18 months. It stirs all kinds of memories about by gone days. Some of those memories are of hours spent careening down the hill at martello tower. It was dangerous but it was fun.

A couple of weeks ago I bought 5 blue crazy carpets. (5 because you never know when a posse will form with crazy carpeting on the brain) I couldn't wait to try them out...so I didn't. The next day I made my own little run on a hill beside my house. I was amazed at how much fun I had!

I'm sure the people walking by thought I was nuts but I didn't care. Lying on my back starring up at the blue sky, taking stock of the bruises, breathing the cool air I felt care free.


Thanks inner child, that was fun.


How do you play?



Jesus, set us free to play! Break the shackles of false uprightness that hold us back from you. In our joy and play may we glorify you! Teach us to be like little children. Help us to know you as Abba.

Nightmare on Fresh Prince St.

this morning at breakfast a friend asked me if i had slept well. i said no, the storm had kept me awake. his response?

"well, if you have nightmares you better pray to God that Will Smith is in them."

thanks buddy, will do.

Explosion on the McKay Highway...

I have a cold. The kind which involves sneezing and coughing. ick.

yesterday morning I awoke to a world blanketed in snow. beautiful, clean, bright....and a pain in the bum to shovel.

After 40 minutes of shovelling I had unearthed the car and was headed out to do the morning drive. Thoughtfully, T. had made me tea in my fav travel mug for the road.

I slipped and slid my way to KV and was headed home when I remembered my tea. It was still warm. I was delighted to find that it was just the right balance of milk, sugar and tea.

I took a huge swig. and at precisely this moment my body, Lord love it, decides that I need to not only sneeze but also cough. I felt it coming, but alas it was too late to do anything.


Tea sprayed EVERYWHERE. There was tea dripping down the inside of the windshield. Tea in the various cubby holes of the dash board. Tea cascading in little rivers off the steering wheel and onto my now soaking leg and moist seat.

with a sense of disbelief and confusion I did the only logical thing I could think of with the tea that had managed to remain (miraculously) in my mouth...I spit it out.

And as the previously warm tea began to chill in the February air, I laughed. I laughed hard and tried to figure out what the heck to do.

I managed to mop up enough of the tea from the steering wheel to stop it from slipping from my hands. laughed a little more and made it home safe and sound.

later I cleaned the car. the dash board has never looked better.