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The North Remembers January 12, 2018

This is, as promised, the post of the great Game of Thrones adventure in Northern Ireland.

As a Game of Thrones fan, I must warn you there are some spoilers. Not anything super recent, and I’ll try not to be a butt about it. But if you’re hardcore and haven’t finished last season—which you should, because damn—don’t read this post. Click follow on the blog and pick up next time when I tell you why I had the best day of my life while wearing a Viking helmet, or maybe why the real Titanic museum is less depressing then all the others I’ve visited.

So, the husband and I were determined to see some Game of Thrones magic while in Ireland. We tried to find some on our own with reasonable success. There are a ton of day-long Game of Thrones tours you can book, and a ton of them have great reviews. But with only two weeks in Ireland, we were a little hesitant.

Then we realized we were going to be in Belfast in Easter when basically everything (including most restaurants) was going to be closed. So we booked a full day Game of Thrones bus tour that promised a real lunch stop.

I was little hesitant about spending a full day on a bus with strangers, but it was great!

First off, the drive along the Northern coast was magnificent!




A Giant’s Bridge December 8, 2017

I have lived/visited many windy places. None of them were as lovely as the Giant’s Causeway.

The coast of Northern Ireland is one of the most beautiful (quite possibly the most beautiful) places I have ever visited. The combination of rugged mountains and beautiful seascapes are breathtaking.

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New Choices January 17, 2015

What do you do when making important life choices? I mean, you could talk about it with a life coach, go on a long meaningful walk through the desert, or if you’re like me, you could chop off all your hair.


I’ve always had long hair. Not that you can usually see it since it’s nearly always under a wig for shows.


And I’ve always been afraid to cut off all my hair. I was afraid I wouldn’t know what to do with it.  I was afraid I would look like a man. I was afraid I would look like a mushroom. But I did it anyway.

I now have no hair. Nearly none at all. It’s short.


I still don’t know how I feel about it.  I freak out when I touch it.  But it’s time for some changes. And we shall begin with my hair.