Journey & Adventure

I didn’t bother to blog about when it occurred because I was still pissed off about the situation.  I’ve somewhat come to terms with it now, so here goes…   Mother’s Day isn’t overly important to me.   I don’t expect to be showered with cards, gifts, or flowers.   That’s not my style.   What I was hoping for was a low-key breakfast with my boys at my favorite breakfast spot…Denny’s.   That was not to be.   We arrived at Denny’s by 9:00 a.m. on Mother’s Day only to find that the parking lot was full and there was a line up out the door.     This in itself was surprising to me for a couple of reasons – (1) Denny’s is fairly new to Canada and doesn't have many hardcore followers like myself; and (2) This particular Denny’s is located at a truck stop on the highway – not the typical location you would expect a bunch of snobby, yuppy mothers to be any other day of the week, let alone on Mother’s Day.   Th...

I may have mentioned in a post or two before that I love the greasy goodness of Denny's Restaurants.  I firmly believe the Grand Slam is a gift from a greater being. The downside of my love affair with Denny's is that they are only located in the United States and the only opportunities I get to enjoy them is when I happen to travel across the border. Imagine my surprise when I was on my way home this evening from London, Ontario (a mere 40 minutes away) and off in the distance, I spot a yellow glow.  As I squinted to focus in on the beacon of brightness, I slowly begin to comprehend what is before my eyes... I couldn't believe my eyes - there it was - at a truck stop along the highway.  A truck stop that I drive by a few times a month.  I started to squeal (yes squeal) and point.  J couldn't figure out what my problem was until his gaze followed my finger.    "Holy hell, you're going to be 400 lbs" was his response.  Some ...