It Just Got to be Too Much

OK, I've GOT to start this blog. I don't really have a choice. I just can't keep it in any longer.

I live with my "soon-to-be-husband," Drew, on about an acre of land just north of where "normal people" live, according to all of my friends in Toronto. We enjoy living in the country, where we have no cable (3G connectivity and satellite is how we stay connected), no municipal water, and no natural gas. We live across the road from a beef farm with about 150 cows and a bunch of crazy border collies. We've been here about 2 years and have amassed a bit of a zoo, here.....5 chickens, 2 cats, 2 humans, 1 dog. So far. Every morning I come to work and my colleagues ask what new stories I have about the animals....they are rarely disappointed.

Tonight, I came home to discover a tree frog sitting on our back porch steps (yes, I spent some time petting it; I was shocked it didn't jump away) and it struck me.....there are a lot of condo dwellers in the big smoke down south who don't get to experience this. So, I'm taking my family's comedy routine on the road.

I won't promise to write frequently, and I won't promise to write well, but I will promise that everything on this blog will be true, and will be hilarious to me. You get to make up your own mind. You're welcome along for the ride.