Well, What Can I Say, I'm Home

I must be back in Canada - and not only back in Canada, but in the West too - because I flipped open the local paper in the airport and found this on PAGE TWO.

This coach flashed a ref and was put in jail for indecent exposure. Well, glad I got an update on what's going on with him because that's big news. BIG news.







And here's a Saskatoon garbage bin that I walked past the other day with my friend Trevor, who actually did his Masters on Guy Vanderhaege. Vanderhaeghe was part of the faculty at U of S at the time that he was writing the thesis but he never bothered to go talk to him to see if his take on his work was in fact correct.

Notice how I wrote Vanderhaeghe's name and compare it to how it's written on the bin.




Here's my hair. And my little rugrat brother Joseph.















Yep, he's an out of control little cutie.















Rachie graduated!












And the ceremony was long.











So I'll keep posting from Saskatoon from time to time even though my official European vacation is over. It'll probably get more narcissistic in consequence but it'll keep you all up to date on what's going on with me till I'm back in Toronto.

I loved my time abroad. The only drawback was that I got pretty lonely so I'm exactly where I want to be right now: in Saskatoon with my big crazy family.