Category Archives: MemoryLane

My Night…

Throwback Thursday – #tbt – Hyatt Ziva (March 2019)

We had hoped to book Hyatt Ziva (our favourite resort we’ve ever stayed at) for this year’s trip but couldn’t make it work since this year’s trip is going to be not just my immediate family but my parents and my sister and her family and there weren’t enough rooms left to accommodate us all […]

Music Monday – “Say, say, 2000-zero-zero, party over/Oops, out of time/So tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 1999”

(Party like it’s 1999 or I’m going to go to bed at 9:59pm?) “1999” – Prince

Friday Fun Link – Kerry Von Erich Beats Ric Flair

Watched “The Iron Claw” on Friday night with Shea and it reminded me of one of my Top 10 wrestling matches of all-time…

Throwback Thursday – #tbt – Someday? (November 2014)

Sasha looks at her mom in her wedding dress…

Throwback Thursday – #tbt – Cuban Christmas (December 2015)

Friday Fun Link – Cocky Fighters Getting Humbled By Mike Tyson

Throwback Thursday – #tbt – For Weddings and a Funeral (August 2008)

Hard to believe that fifteen years ago we were at Shea’s cousin’s wedding and took this photo of three girls (also cousins) she’d basically raised from babies with our baby. Sadly, the last time we would see the sister on the left was at the sister on the right’s wedding earlier this summer.  She was […]

Throwback Thursday – #tbt – RSO at RPL (September 2010)

Hosted a visit by the RSO Chamber Players tonight at the Glen Elm Branch and was reminded that the partnership between RSO and RPL is probably one of the most long-standing, most successful in RPL history. Here’s a pic of the RSO at RPL back in September 2010…

Are We (Finally) Coming Out of Covid? Probably Not But Also Maybe?

I haven’t written a lot about Covid lately but it’s interesting to reflect on how our attitudes and therefore, our language, changes. For instance, I have started saying “Coming out of Covid” to refer to our current situation and as a reflection of what I see in wider society – very little masking (including myself […]