I’m South of the Border, Literally

A big warm hello!  Look no jacket or boots yesss.

Found this place en route to Myrtle Beach, my first stop on my ‘Escaping the Winter’ tour.

South of the Border – America’s Favoutite Highway Oasis since 1949.

It’s filled with tacky souvenir shops like this, the kind I love.

I never buy anything (I just got rid of everything, remember?) but just like to look and laugh.

Things made funny by giant-ism.

Paper mache animals everywhere.

That’s funny that this is someone’s job and business, “what do you do?”, “make giant animals”

Boy do I love it here.

TTYT

 

Hi from the South but Where is My Trunk?!

I was ahead of schedule (YES to my meticulousness), car packed up, far too excited to sleep, so I set off Thursday evening.

Then nah.

Let’s turn around and head back to Toronto.

Change in plans, let’s fly instead.

And that’s why I don’t have my trunk with me. Despite talking incessantly about it for 3 months. I love that trunk, I even made it its own blog catagory.

Ahhh the best laid plans.

So I took it to my storage unit, hauled it out of my car myself (I. Am. A. Beast).

Re-packed and reduced everything to two suitcases and a backpack.

Last adjustments Saturday morning.

And I’m off! Tweeted this photo to commemorate.

I always board last, I’ve mentioned this before. I don’t understand lining up to be first… you’re just going to have to sit there longer?!

Good things can happen when you board last… that’s how I got bumped up to First Class flying home from Alberta last week.

True story:

I have a lot of blog girl gear.

Changed planes. The Detroit airport is huuuge.

Taken just before initial descent, that’s how huge because I am high up.

Good airport advice:

Back up in the sky.

If you see that view in real life and if it doesn’t move you, you’re dead inside.

And I arrived!

Yes that’s McDonald’s, I went directly there off the plane. I’m predictable that way.

I’m pumped to share my trip with you!!

I have to figure out internet here, which I’m en route to do soon as I hit publish on this post.

TTYS
xo Keri

 

 

 

My 2012 Prediction

(officially declared Feb 1 2011)

Thought Controlled Computing … it’s coming for you.

Here is the original post.

(one of the leaders in this is a Canadian company to boot; click the above link to learn more)

Roll your eyes, I’m unaffected. You’ll see.

 

 

Happy New Years, May All Your Dreams Come True

I mean that, as happy crappy as it sounds.

I’m pretty jinxy and methodical how I spend the first day of the year. I believe it sets the tone for the other 364 days.

(and THAT’S the benefit of blogging, ha).

While I believe this….

I do love the energy on the streets, because no matter where you are, it’s always excited and lit up.

This year I had a beer in a random bar, played a game of pool.

Then the actual January 1 I worked and did something I never do: spent time in nature.

Make sure to risk things this year and dream big.

Really big kay, that’s why it’s called a dream.

 

 

 

 

Let’s Get to Know, Brooks Alberta

Learned a lot, my brother is a great tour guide.

There are 120 different nationalities living here!

It’s an oil town; if you work in the on an oil rig, you’re a “rigger“.

I wish I had more time here, I want to go out to work with them, be a rigger for a day, HOW fun would that video be… my weak blogging arms failing me, getting coffee at the Red Basket at 5am, seeing oil up close gushing around.

This is Canada’s Desert… like, it rained twice this summer.

The sky is HUGE, it’s hard to explain, and it doesn’t translate in photo.

That’s the Brooks Aquaduct, built to water the fields in the 1910s… of concrete?!!

The new way, that machine, drives up and down the fields and you can control it with your iPhone.

During the tour my brother and I turned into ghosts.

Been playing lots of pool, my favourite spot is The Legion. I almost beat Ron there… SO close I sewered on the 8 UGH.

The bars are in hotels here, and many also have liquor stores in them, it’s kinda hard to explain.

The two main bars.

The people here are genuinely nice. Not happy crappy nice, genuine; then they’ll give you a shot or two, so Canadian I love it.

Pete took me to Brooks Animal Protection Society, where he volunteers. Special place, and heartbreaking, too. That’s his story he wrote about adopting his cat.

My lovely hosts!

And the tour will end of course the city’s very best radio station, 101.1 The ONE Brooks.

Where I messed up the song introduction.

Thanks for a great time Brooks, I’ll be sticking around for your giant Boxing Day party next year!