This handsome gent represents our Royal Canadian Mounted Police. He sits looking out at the Yellowhead Highway from the tourist info stop on the way into the city of North Battleford, Saskatchewan.

Yeah okay, I'm a little behind with the photos, not remotely keeping up with myself. So sue me.

Tonight I am about to put in a couple more hours of work while Everett does his homework, and then once the boys are in bed I think I may actually watch TV. Now that my landlord has delivered a universal remote and I don't have to sit on the floor, squinting, right in front of the channel changer.

The TV set is actually RIGHT in the LIVING ROOM -- aaaackkkk!!! That is the worst situation ever! It's not so terrible when only the kids are here with me and I can pull rank: "Leave that damn thing off." When Scott gets here I foresee it driving me to distraction. For distracted is exactly how I get when there is one in the room. I can't help watching it, my eyes will stray to it and I am easily hooked. There goes another evening. Oh oh.

I like the CSI shows. I'm told my cousin is working in the production crew of the New York one, so I'll have to watch it Just Because. I like Law and Order. Scott teases me about Vincent D'Onofrio, who I once said, apparently, is "intense" so therefore I must have a secret desire for him.

What I really like is that they almost always get their man. Just like the RCMP.