Snow, I Loathe Thee!

Posted by Todd Blankenship

As I sit here in the dark peering occasionally out the window, I ask myself ‘Why does anyone live in Winnipeg?’ ‘Why did anyone even ever decide to settle in Manitoba?’ It’s cold here. And it snows here. And then I need to go out and shovel. “Yes dear, I’ll shovel the walk today.” “Yes dear, I’ll shovel the walk again today.” “Yes dear, I’ll build a plastic dome over our property today.” Continue reading

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Nothing More Than Feelings

Posted by Tina Blankenship

It’s no secret that men and women are wired very differently when it comes to emotions. In broader terms: both genders interpret and express feelings in their own unique fashion, which can sometimes lead to miscommunications and discord amongst the sexes. After nearly a decade spent in a serious relationship with “The Toddmeister” I can tell you without hesitation that Todd and I could not be a more perfect example of this idiosyncratic event.

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It still smells ok…

Posted by Todd Blankenship

I come from a family of 6 and an extended family of about 50 on each side. This means that on any given family gathering where a meal is served, one must have above average reflexes in order to guarantee oneself a serving of the premium dishes, such as ham, mashed potatoes and all the other delicious items in the smorgasbord that don’t include leaves. Of course, I’ve always been the sumo amongst ninjas, and have hardly made the front of the line. This notion has, to my advantage, brought on patience and a willingness to taste almost anything that’s served, whether it be leafy, lean, spotted or green. Continue reading

How Tina Survives Christmas Shopping

Posted by Tina Blankenship

I can’t believe it’s already the first week of December. It sneaks up on me every year! Every year I think we’ve got plenty of time to buy gifts for our friends and family, and every year I’m tearing through the mall a week before Christmas with a crazed look in my eye. There I am, madly sifting through racks, picking over shelves and rummaging through bins, giving off an air of determination, and purpose. I forage on until I find the perfect gift!

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