2008 beat the crap out of us, but 2009 let us get back on our feet. If we can keep going in this direction, 2010 is going to rock!
Happy New Year!
Halia's Healthy Appetite.
Halia's a big eater. After Christmas dinner when we were all stuffed, she snuck over to the table with the plate of goose meat on it and stealthily nabbed a wing. Then she went to town on it.
I'm so proud.
"I'm a carnivore! RAWRRRRR!"
"Nom, nom, nom."
"Mmmm! f'good! Nom, nom, nom!
"Now to crack me some marrow!"
I'm so proud.
Oh! The Ho-Ho-Horror!
As if that last entry wasn't enough, here's something else that'll make you think twice about Santa's "nice guy" facade...
(I am sooo getting a lump of coal in my stocking.)
(I am sooo getting a lump of coal in my stocking.)
The Ho-Ho-Holy War.
I mean, c'mon! Of course Santa is involved! The guy has a beard, a funny hat, and lives in a secret hideout with a dedicated bunch of helpers who do all of his dirty work!
(click to enlarge)
Christmas Eve.
- Children nestled, all snug in their beds? Check.
- Reindeer carrots and Santa's cookies eaten? Check.
- Santa's milk drunk? Check.
- Presents decoratively scattered 'round the base of the tree? Check.
- Stockings all stuffed near the chimney with care? Check.
- Favourite Christmas album playing in the background? Check.
- Watching the lights of the Christmas tree whilst relaxing on the couch with my wife and a hot mug of peppermint tea? Check.
Ready for Christmas Day?
You bet.
Villainous Vittles! - Round 1
Welcome to Round 1 of Villainous Vittles!, the great new game where you get to guess which foods I'm supposed to avoid!
The rules are simple. I'll list five foods and you guess the one that I need to avoid. Leave your entry in the comment section below, but remember to include a way that you can be identified! "Anonymous" is not allowed to win. You can guess only once per round. With each correct guess, you get one point that will be allocated to your final score. The highest score wins!
Get your entry in by midnight, December 31st.
This week's theme is animals.
- Chicken
- Beef
- Pork
- Fish
- Clams
Good luck!
Villainous Vittles - A great new game!
I have what you might call an "adventurous palate". I'll try anything once - no matter how obscure or unusual - and I'll almost always like it.
I like food. No, I love food.
So it was a real shock to me when I got the results of my food allergy testing back. If you really don't want to read a blog entry about someone's health, stop right now and skip to "Villainous Vittles" near the bottom.
If you're curious, read on...
The allergy results are displayed using a bar graph format. The fat black bars start from "Low" and can go up to "Moderate" and "Avoid". The "Moderate" and "Avoid" categories have a big "NOT SAFE" above them. Even the doctor was shocked by how much black there was on my results. I guess that's what happens when you don't recognize years of intestinal distress: You get a leaky gut and it lets all sorts of things through to the bloodstream. The body makes a bunch of little soldiers called immunoglobulins to fend off the invaders. When you build up too many soldiers, you get an allergic reaction. The reaction can vary, depending on who you are and how your body responds.
The good news is that I can reduce the number of soldiers by reducing the number of invaders. That means healing my intestine and abstaining from the foods that get through the system.
And, for me, that means abstaining from a lot of foods. Delicious, good-smelling, tasty, wonderful foods. It's especially hard during the Christmas season. It's going to be especially hard when I have to travel for work.
Abstaining takes a lot of will power, but that's not something I'm worried about. I've got that.
Abstaining is made a little easier by not looking at what I can't have, but what I'm getting back - and at what I've gained. Since I've made the shift, I've felt a lot better. I'm happier. The patience that I had lost is back. I'm sleeping better. My head feels clearer.
Also, I've become more adventurous in my diet. Yes, more adventurous. Nearly every meal involves the invention of a new recipe using "safe" foods. Some of the meals have been stunningly delicious. I never would have tried them if I hadn't been "forced" to.
One day, if I do a good job healing my digestive system, I'll be able to go back to eating the foods I currently have to avoid. I look forward to that day.
Who wants to be "that weird guy with the food issues"?
Not me. I want to be the guy who can eat anything.
Wish me luck!
Announcing Villainous Vittles!
Now, you may be wondering what foods I need to avoid (and even if you're not, keep reading). Well, I'm not just going to tell you. Instead, in true Michael's Meanderings fashion, I am going to drag things out and have a little fun with this. That's why I'm pleased to announce the great new game, "Villainous Vittles"!
Every week, until announce the end of the game, I will post an entry with five food items. Out of the five, you get to guess which food I need to avoid. Leave a comment in that entry with your guess (making sure that you leave your name, of course. Anonymous is not eligible to win.). One point is awarded for each correct guess (You get one guess per round, of course). At the end of the game, all of the points will be tallied. The winner(s) will be given a yet-to-be-determined food-related prize.
The first round of Villainous Vittles begins tomorrow. Good luck!
The Interloper Ties for Second (Twice)
As a Yukon-based blogger with NWT roots, I tend to get back to my old stomping grounds from time-to-time. As luck would have it, this made me eligible for two categories in the Best NWT Blogs competition: Best Post and Best Post About the NWT.
In the Best Post About the NWT category, I tied for second. In the Best Post category, I tied for second - with two other people!
Those crazy NWTers. It sure was nice of them to include me. I attribute it to that good ol' Northern hospitality.
In the Best Post About the NWT category, I tied for second. In the Best Post category, I tied for second - with two other people!
Those crazy NWTers. It sure was nice of them to include me. I attribute it to that good ol' Northern hospitality.
Halia: Masterful Mini Communicator
Halia, thirteen-months-old, is becoming quite the communicator. She's signing and saying "Boom!" and "Uh-oh!" and is attempting a few other words. What amazes me the most, though, is how interested she is in potty training herself.
She walked over to the potty and lifted the lid up and down while looking at me. I figured, maybe she wants to go to the potty? so I helped her out.
Not two seconds after she sat down, she started peeing.
Wow. Is it too soon to hope that potty training could be so easy this time?
She walked over to the potty and lifted the lid up and down while looking at me. I figured, maybe she wants to go to the potty? so I helped her out.
Not two seconds after she sat down, she started peeing.
Wow. Is it too soon to hope that potty training could be so easy this time?
Devolvoing.
It was cute at first, but it was starting to drive me a little bonkers. How long could it possibly go on?
It was "monkey" this and "monkey" that for nearly a month. The above conversation happened dozens of times every day. I was not allowed to address my child by her birth name, but I persisted. I was getting worried that she would want her name legally changed to "Baby Monkey". Then, I was worried that I would have to get my name legally changed to "Papa Monkey".
Fortunately, the "baby monkey" era has come to an end. There is no more monkeying around.
We have devolved.
Now, Jade is a baby bird. I am a papa bird. Fawn is a mama bird. Halia is a baby bird. When we sit down, we "perch". When we go to bed, we are getting into our "nests".
It's cute. But how much longer will it last?
And what's next?
Dinosaurs?
Fish?
Zooplankton?
Amoebas?
I can't help but worry that we're headed in the wrong direction here...
"Jade, could you please come upstairs?"
"I'm not Jade. I'm a baby monkey!"
"Jade Monkey, could you please come upstairs?"
"Not Jade Monkey. I'm a baby monkey!"
"Baby Monkey, could you please come upstairs?
"OK, Papa Monkey!"
It was "monkey" this and "monkey" that for nearly a month. The above conversation happened dozens of times every day. I was not allowed to address my child by her birth name, but I persisted. I was getting worried that she would want her name legally changed to "Baby Monkey". Then, I was worried that I would have to get my name legally changed to "Papa Monkey".
Fortunately, the "baby monkey" era has come to an end. There is no more monkeying around.
We have devolved.
Now, Jade is a baby bird. I am a papa bird. Fawn is a mama bird. Halia is a baby bird. When we sit down, we "perch". When we go to bed, we are getting into our "nests".
It's cute. But how much longer will it last?
And what's next?
Dinosaurs?
Fish?
Zooplankton?
Amoebas?
I can't help but worry that we're headed in the wrong direction here...
A Christmas Gift to You (from my talented wife).
I love having a talented wife. It's great hearing her sing as she moves about the house. It's wonderful watching her capture an entire audience's attention when she sings in public. I enjoy listening to her fiddle at the keyboard when she gets a few moments to herself to compose a new song.
It's not as much fun when she corrals me to be her "recording engineer" and the first recording gets lost because a computer program crashes, necessitating a re-recording and me staying up waaaay past my bedtime to get everything ready so she can post the song to her blog that very night (because it can't possibly wait another day). But I love her, so I sacrifice a few hours of sweet, precious sleep.
It's all worth it though. And it's very nice to have a new Christmas song to listen to. Check it out and I think you'll agree.
If you like it, drop by Fawnahareo's Place and let her know!
Happy Holidays!
It's not as much fun when she corrals me to be her "recording engineer" and the first recording gets lost because a computer program crashes, necessitating a re-recording and me staying up waaaay past my bedtime to get everything ready so she can post the song to her blog that very night (because it can't possibly wait another day). But I love her, so I sacrifice a few hours of sweet, precious sleep.
It's all worth it though. And it's very nice to have a new Christmas song to listen to. Check it out and I think you'll agree.
If you like it, drop by Fawnahareo's Place and let her know!
Happy Holidays!
Well, how about THIS then!
There are some great northern Canadian blogs out there. If you want to find blogs from Nunavut, go to Nunavut Blogs! If you want to find blogs from the NWT, go to NWT Blogs. If you want to find blogs from the Yukon, check out UrbanYukon.
The northern blogging community is diverse, and no time of the year demonstrates that more than Blog Contest Season. The Canadian Blogging Awards are well under way (Vote for Fawnahareo's Place for Best Family Blog!) but Nunavut gets in on the action with it's own contest called "The Nunies". The NWT has the Best NWT Blogs competition.
One of the great things about the Best NWT Blogs competition is that there are so many great categories - and I'm eligible for two of them! In fact, I have been nominated (by none other than yours truly) in the Best Post and Best NWT story categories.
Even if you don't VOTE FOR MICHAEL'S MEANDERINGS (and let's face it, why wouldn't you), you won't be disappointed by my competition. As I said at the beginning, there are some great northern Canadian blogs out there.
The northern blogging community is diverse, and no time of the year demonstrates that more than Blog Contest Season. The Canadian Blogging Awards are well under way (Vote for Fawnahareo's Place for Best Family Blog!) but Nunavut gets in on the action with it's own contest called "The Nunies". The NWT has the Best NWT Blogs competition.
One of the great things about the Best NWT Blogs competition is that there are so many great categories - and I'm eligible for two of them! In fact, I have been nominated (by none other than yours truly) in the Best Post and Best NWT story categories.
Even if you don't VOTE FOR MICHAEL'S MEANDERINGS (and let's face it, why wouldn't you), you won't be disappointed by my competition. As I said at the beginning, there are some great northern Canadian blogs out there.
A great new game: Spot the Politician!
The Yukon's Member of Parliament, Larry Bagnell, is legendary for somehow being in a million places at once. I've lost track of the number of times I've seen him get off the plane only to have someone perplexidely ask him how he was getting off the plane when they just saw him downtown.
Perhaps he has a twin? Nah. I am beginning to suspect that Larry is a friendly wizard with magical teleportation powers.
It would appear that President Obama has the same magical powers. The guy's everywhere. Why, just this morning I read the Globe and Mail online and discovered that he was involved with an agreement between the Province of Ontario, Kitchenuhmaykoosib Inninuwug First Nation, and Platinex, Inc.
Remarkable! No wonder the guy won a Nobel Peace Prize.
Where have you spotted your politicians lately?
Perhaps he has a twin? Nah. I am beginning to suspect that Larry is a friendly wizard with magical teleportation powers.
It would appear that President Obama has the same magical powers. The guy's everywhere. Why, just this morning I read the Globe and Mail online and discovered that he was involved with an agreement between the Province of Ontario, Kitchenuhmaykoosib Inninuwug First Nation, and Platinex, Inc.
Remarkable! No wonder the guy won a Nobel Peace Prize.
As seen on globeandmail.com. The picture has since been removed.
Where have you spotted your politicians lately?
Canadian Blog Awards - Round 2!
Soooo close! I came soooo close to making the top 10 in the Best Personal Blog category of the Canadian Blog Awards. If the process was based on a one-vote basis, I would have been in, but they're using a sort of "proportional representation" system and I was booted out when all of the "second- and third-place" votes were tallied.
I'm not crying. The pressure is off and I think it was a pretty impressive showing considering that there were nearly fifty other entrants and that I didn't know that you could vote every day.
The pressure is on for Fawn, though! She made it to the next round in the Best Family Blog category! This is the category she won 3rd Place in last year. Can she retain her position - or even take first?!? I know that I'll be voting for her every day and I hope you will too!
(I'll also be voting for Scientific Chick in the Best Science and Technology Blog category. She is, in my humble opinion, the best Science "columnist" out there!)
Happy voting!
I'm not crying. The pressure is off and I think it was a pretty impressive showing considering that there were nearly fifty other entrants and that I didn't know that you could vote every day.
The pressure is on for Fawn, though! She made it to the next round in the Best Family Blog category! This is the category she won 3rd Place in last year. Can she retain her position - or even take first?!? I know that I'll be voting for her every day and I hope you will too!
(I'll also be voting for Scientific Chick in the Best Science and Technology Blog category. She is, in my humble opinion, the best Science "columnist" out there!)
Happy voting!
The Family Portrait
We finally had a family portrait done. This photo was taken in from of Sam McGee's cabin by Leslie Leong, now of Whitehorse and formerly of Inuvik. Check out her stuff!
The teenager in training...
When Fawn left for a rehearsal this morning, both girls had total breakdowns. Halia got over hers quickly, but Jade kept sobbing. I don't think they do this when I go out. I like to think it's because they're used to it, not because they love their mother so much more than me. Let's face it though, Mom is the SUPREME BENEVOLENT RULER OF THE UNIVERSE and Dad is only Mom's Second-in-Command. Biden to their Obama. Prince Charles to their Queen Elizabeth II. Jimmy Olsen to their Superman. Sonny to their Cher. Patrick to their Spongebob.
I attempted to soothe the sobbing Jade but without success. Halia, dissatisfied with the amount of attention that her sister was getting, flung herself from the rocking horse and began to bawl. What ensued was a sisterly competition of sobbing and wailing and pushing and shoving in a battle to attain 100% of all soothing parental hugs.
It was at that point, with both seemingly-unconsolable children on my lap, screeching and wrestling for my attention, that I had an epiphany.
When we were younger, my brother and I got along just fine - until my Mum entered the room. I don't know what it was, but the second my Mum appeared, we started fighting.
I stood up, brushing both barnacles off me as I rose, declared, "ENOUGH!", put some Ella Fitzgerald on the stereo, and marched out of the room. Neither kid followed. Ten seconds later (literally!), they were both playing together, reading books, sharing with each other, and giggling like mad.
Later, Halia came to me for some food. With the living room to herself, Jade put some music into the CD player. It was Sandra Boynton's song, "Tantrum", as performed by the Spin Doctors.
If you've never heard it before, "Tantrum" is like Rock 'n' Roll for toddlers. It preaches tantrum-like down-with-the-man behaviour. She started singing along. And she kept playing it over and over and over, again and again and again.
Mere moments ago I was dealing with normal little kid behaviour. Now, things were becoming decidedly teenager-ish.
I had a moment of panic. Too soon! Too soon!
Then, she asked me to come camping with her in the living room in a tent that was made by draping a blanket over our heads.
And all was right with the world again.
Oh, and if you're still wondering what "Tantrum" sounds like, check out this video. This kid is destined to become the next Internet dancing sensation.
I attempted to soothe the sobbing Jade but without success. Halia, dissatisfied with the amount of attention that her sister was getting, flung herself from the rocking horse and began to bawl. What ensued was a sisterly competition of sobbing and wailing and pushing and shoving in a battle to attain 100% of all soothing parental hugs.
It was at that point, with both seemingly-unconsolable children on my lap, screeching and wrestling for my attention, that I had an epiphany.
When we were younger, my brother and I got along just fine - until my Mum entered the room. I don't know what it was, but the second my Mum appeared, we started fighting.
I stood up, brushing both barnacles off me as I rose, declared, "ENOUGH!", put some Ella Fitzgerald on the stereo, and marched out of the room. Neither kid followed. Ten seconds later (literally!), they were both playing together, reading books, sharing with each other, and giggling like mad.
Later, Halia came to me for some food. With the living room to herself, Jade put some music into the CD player. It was Sandra Boynton's song, "Tantrum", as performed by the Spin Doctors.
If you've never heard it before, "Tantrum" is like Rock 'n' Roll for toddlers. It preaches tantrum-like down-with-the-man behaviour. She started singing along. And she kept playing it over and over and over, again and again and again.
Mere moments ago I was dealing with normal little kid behaviour. Now, things were becoming decidedly teenager-ish.
I had a moment of panic. Too soon! Too soon!
Then, she asked me to come camping with her in the living room in a tent that was made by draping a blanket over our heads.
And all was right with the world again.
Oh, and if you're still wondering what "Tantrum" sounds like, check out this video. This kid is destined to become the next Internet dancing sensation.
Bits of flying sandwiches?
Poor Robert. He traveled all the way from Fort Liard to Whitehorse to compete in a hand games tournament - but the event got rescheduled after he arrived.
I took him back to the bus depot on Friday. Before the Greyhound arrived, we walked over to the grocery store so he could stock up on food for the trip. On our way there, we noticed this:
Now, if I ate at Quiznos (or worked there), I would be concerned about this. Is that guy in the picture sneezing sandwich chunks everywhere? Or is he projectile vomiting? Either way, having a gigantic "DON'T BE SICK" advertisement in such close proximity to a restaurant is disconcerting.
I took him back to the bus depot on Friday. Before the Greyhound arrived, we walked over to the grocery store so he could stock up on food for the trip. On our way there, we noticed this:
Now, if I ate at Quiznos (or worked there), I would be concerned about this. Is that guy in the picture sneezing sandwich chunks everywhere? Or is he projectile vomiting? Either way, having a gigantic "DON'T BE SICK" advertisement in such close proximity to a restaurant is disconcerting.
Christmas Cheer! Already!
My sister posted the annual Christmas picture of my nieces and nephew today.
It's good to see that at least one of the kids is freaked out by Santa Claus, thereby maintaining a wonderful, magical Christmas tradition.
It's good to see that at least one of the kids is freaked out by Santa Claus, thereby maintaining a wonderful, magical Christmas tradition.
Best Personal Blog? Moi?!
Michael's Meanderings has been nominated in the Best Personal Blog category at the Canadian Blog Awards?
Cool!
(While you're there, cast a vote for Clare at The House and Other Arctic Musings and Megan at Reflections in the Snow-Covered Hills.
Clare also has a couple of great lists featuring northern bloggers who have been nominated in various CBA categories)
Cool!
(While you're there, cast a vote for Clare at The House and Other Arctic Musings and Megan at Reflections in the Snow-Covered Hills.
Clare also has a couple of great lists featuring northern bloggers who have been nominated in various CBA categories)
My abnormal kid.
I never wanted a normal kid. Even before I had kids I knew that I wanted my kids to be different. To be their own persons. To not care about what all the other kids do, but to know what they like and to do what's important to them.
I wanted to be able to celebrate all the ways that my children were unique from all those other kids out there. I wanted to celebrate all the things that made them extra-special.
Then, one shocking morning, our normal kid, Jade, became a kid who wasn't normal anymore. She started having so many seizures that she became very, very different from all the other kids. She drooled. She couldn't communicate well. Her parents always hovered inches away. She started wearing a padded helmet.
It wasn't the kind of "not normal" I wanted for my kid. I began wishing and hoping and praying that my child could be normal again.
My child still isn't normal, but we're making progress. With every step towards normalcy, I get to celebrate.
The other night, Fawn tried to compliment Jade.
"Jade, you're a super-star!"
"No! I'm a baby monkey!"
"Then you're a super-star baby money!"
"No! Not a super-star! I'm a baby monkey. You're Mama Monkey. Halia's a baby monkey and there's Papa Monkey."
This "monkey family" thing has been going on for almost a week now. She's even assigned imaginary tails of various colours for all of us. I had mine installed late this morning.
More and more, Jade is using her imagination. Normal for most almost-four-year-old kids, sure, but there once was a time - not so very long ago - that I worried she would never come out of seizure shell and be able to do normal kid things like play "pretend".
Since we've weaned her off the last of her medications, we've seen both her language skills and logic skills blossom. She's catching up on her speech to where the normal kids are at, and she's tackling puzzles and other challenging activities. We can go to the playground now and not have to hover two inches away.
But there's more. We went out for dinner at a friend's place the other night and I started asking Jade to do things - normal things - that I would normally expect her to just do.
"Jade, drink your bubble drink1."
"Jade, put your boots on."
"Jade, take your jacket off."
"Jade, it's time for bed."
What's the big deal, you ask?
My kid was being stubborn like a normal kid! My kid was throwing a tantrum like a normal kid! My kid was asserting herself like a normal kid!
On the outside, I was a stern, angry father. On the inside, I was jumping for joy.
Jade still isn't a normal kid. Even when we beat this epilepsy beast once-and-for-all (and we darned-well will), she still won't be a normal kid. She never will be normal because she's gone through something that most people can never imagine and will never be able to understand - but she's gone through it with courage and determination and spirit and because of it, I've learned more from her than from anybody else in my entire life.
My kid is extra-special.
And that's something I can celebrate.
1A phosphate vitamin drink that she needs to take because of the ketogenic diet that controls her seizures.
I wanted to be able to celebrate all the ways that my children were unique from all those other kids out there. I wanted to celebrate all the things that made them extra-special.
Then, one shocking morning, our normal kid, Jade, became a kid who wasn't normal anymore. She started having so many seizures that she became very, very different from all the other kids. She drooled. She couldn't communicate well. Her parents always hovered inches away. She started wearing a padded helmet.
It wasn't the kind of "not normal" I wanted for my kid. I began wishing and hoping and praying that my child could be normal again.
My child still isn't normal, but we're making progress. With every step towards normalcy, I get to celebrate.
The other night, Fawn tried to compliment Jade.
"Jade, you're a super-star!"
"No! I'm a baby monkey!"
"Then you're a super-star baby money!"
"No! Not a super-star! I'm a baby monkey. You're Mama Monkey. Halia's a baby monkey and there's Papa Monkey."
This "monkey family" thing has been going on for almost a week now. She's even assigned imaginary tails of various colours for all of us. I had mine installed late this morning.
More and more, Jade is using her imagination. Normal for most almost-four-year-old kids, sure, but there once was a time - not so very long ago - that I worried she would never come out of seizure shell and be able to do normal kid things like play "pretend".
Since we've weaned her off the last of her medications, we've seen both her language skills and logic skills blossom. She's catching up on her speech to where the normal kids are at, and she's tackling puzzles and other challenging activities. We can go to the playground now and not have to hover two inches away.
But there's more. We went out for dinner at a friend's place the other night and I started asking Jade to do things - normal things - that I would normally expect her to just do.
"Jade, drink your bubble drink1."
"Jade, put your boots on."
"Jade, take your jacket off."
"Jade, it's time for bed."
The response to everything was NO! and when I'd repeat myself a little more sternly, the response became
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
What's the big deal, you ask?
My kid was being stubborn like a normal kid! My kid was throwing a tantrum like a normal kid! My kid was asserting herself like a normal kid!
On the outside, I was a stern, angry father. On the inside, I was jumping for joy.
Jade still isn't a normal kid. Even when we beat this epilepsy beast once-and-for-all (and we darned-well will), she still won't be a normal kid. She never will be normal because she's gone through something that most people can never imagine and will never be able to understand - but she's gone through it with courage and determination and spirit and because of it, I've learned more from her than from anybody else in my entire life.
My kid is extra-special.
And that's something I can celebrate.
1A phosphate vitamin drink that she needs to take because of the ketogenic diet that controls her seizures.
Welcome, Canadian Blog Awarders!
If you're new here, there's a good chance you came because of the Canadian Blog Awards. Welcome to Michael's Meanderings! Please feel free to kick up your feet and meander through the archives for a while!
To be honest, I was really flattered when I found out I was nominated but I already know that I don't have the "Best Family Blog". Sure, I share the occasional humorous or dramatic family story, but my blog is nowhere near as good as "Fawnahareo's Place", which has also been nominated.
So, please, go to the Canadian Blog Awards site and give credit where credit is due.
This message has been brought to you by the Fawnahareo for First Campaign.1
1Michael's Meanderings and its author are in no way affiliated with Fawnahareo's Place and its author except through marriage.
To be honest, I was really flattered when I found out I was nominated but I already know that I don't have the "Best Family Blog". Sure, I share the occasional humorous or dramatic family story, but my blog is nowhere near as good as "Fawnahareo's Place", which has also been nominated.
So, please, go to the Canadian Blog Awards site and give credit where credit is due.
This message has been brought to you by the Fawnahareo for First Campaign.1
1Michael's Meanderings and its author are in no way affiliated with Fawnahareo's Place and its author except through marriage.
