Seems like only yesterday that I donned my orange Converse sneakers and walked down the aisle to the Star Wars theme song. Turns out it was actually 1827 yesterdays ...

It's Jay's year to plan our anniversary celebrations, and he took me camping at Birkenhead Lake, very appropriate, as this years traditional gift is wood, and we were surrounded by it.

We ate A LOT of campire-cooked meat, took a lot of naps and lit a few things on fire, including our citronella candle.

When we were still in Alaska, Jay and I bought some model rockets. He finished building his about two years ago. I finished mine last week.

I built a mini Space Ship One, complete with decals and parachute deployment system. Suffice it to say ... it's TOTALLY WICKED. I mean sure, it doesn't launch to heights of 3000 feet (like ... say ... oh, I don't know ... that of a certain husband) but with her slick red paint job, she's a sight to behold.

If you were in attendance at my wedding reception, you would have heard stories from several former roomates regarding my somewhat limited cooking abilities.

This past weekend we went up to Whistler and stayed overnight in a funky little hotel called the Adara. It had a modern twist to its decor that can adequately be summed up by this:

I know what you are thinking. Is that a faux fur blanket draped across that chaise lounge? Why yes it is.