Friday, September 2, 2011

Honest Food Labels


Adventures in feeding children... and ourselves. I guess that's getting straight to the point, isn't it? I underestimated the challenge.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Creeper Alert

"Haters gonna hate..."

There was recently a wee issue with an anonymous commenter on this blog. Obviously the problem was not with our dear friends or family members, so worry not if you've used the "anonymous" option in the past.

(Even if you have commented anonymously, you've typically left your name on the bottom of the comment, which is great by me. Plus you all say lovely things.)

Anyway, as a result of this wee issue, I plan to make the blog private. Unfortunately, this does add an extra step of logging in to read, but I'm hoping it won't deter you.

I will invite all of my extended family members near and far of course to join the site, plus the friends whom I know read this on occasion. If you are a friendly, un-creepy reader and would like to be added as well, please contact me soon at emklooster@yahoo.com and I would be positively chuffed to keep you on.

That's all I have for today. Love to you all!

Emily

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Sweet Corn


...from Iowa. (Of course.)


Friday, August 5, 2011

Claustrophobic Mona

On the drive home from camping in the Upper Peninsula...

I can't stop laughing.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Caught It





















First catch, Bass Lake, Michigan.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Toss the Baby





Nordhouse Dunes Wilderness Area, by Lake Michigan

(I believe I can fly.
I believe I can touch the sky.
Think about it every night and day.
Spread my wings and fly awaayyyy...)

Monday, June 27, 2011

Some Interesting Maps



And the mother of them all (and the one that I think affects women my age the most):




Sometimes I have a little chuckle about the skewed view of what exactly constitutes "family values" in the U.S. Hmm.

Could we possibly make any progress with more family-friendly workplaces? With a nation that truly values family, and time spent with them, rather than using the term "family values" as an empty political platform to incite fear of one another?

My grandparents crossed an ocean to live here. We have it good in so many areas, and I am grateful for those things that set us apart in healthy ways. But as with all good things, there's always room for improvement, no?

Maps found at Sociological Images