We're in Maine.  It was -17 deg F this morning when we woke up (before factoring in the wind chill).  Home for the holidays.  This feels so much better than 70 deg and sand.  Scott does not share my enthusiasm.  He insists...

It was only 48 hours away, but if felt so good to get home.  Don't get me wrong - I enjoyed myself.  I successfully received half of our shipment but there was a mix up and our storage never made...

"Aren't there big dinosaur things to do out there?" This was my mom's gentle, persistent way of asking for the 100th time when we were finally going to do some dinosaur stuff. I get it. North Dakota/Montana... exactly the right...