Not the Mom of the Year...

...or wife of the year, or daughter of the year, or sister of the year, or friend of the year. I am just me forever flawed. Take it or leave it, thankfully most people accept it and I move on to accepting myself flawed and impossibly imperfect. It has been far too long since I updated with pictures and stories so today while Grandma Rita's bread is in its sponge state, I will update.
So stay tuned for pictures and info from the far north.