成人快手

I never realized that girl toads had blond hair...

Anyhoo...
It was a lonnnnnng drawn out journey getting to Orkney. After spending the summer of 2005 here on the island getting to know Erlend I *thought* I would return to Alaska and finish up another year of University before getting hitched to my farmer-man. But mom got sick so I had to get down to Massachusetts which sparked a really cool adventure across Canada. We had the time of our lives driving the King's Highway and camping along the way!! I spent several months in Massachusetts in a lovely flat in a really nice rural town, visited Orkney again in the winter, and then back to Massachusetts (If I get on a plane again I'll scream...) where I stayed several months with two of my Aunts and explored Cape Cod with my friend Liz. And finally...finally!!!...Erlend and I were married and I settled into this lovely stone farmhouse for good. (I still feel like a guest though. You know, as I walk through each room I feel like I'm in a B&B. But I moved in here with the house fully furnished and lived in for years by Erlend so what can I expect? I suppose the lost out-of-place feeling will pass with time!!)

Now I'm here, an American disguised as an Orcadian Farm wife yucking it up with the natives and pretending that I know what they are saying. I learn about one or two (twa) new words a week. In about twenty three point seven years I should be able to communicate without making a buffoon of myself...

Today's Orkney word is "Charn."

That's Pictish for "cow poo"

Whit like the day??