Need a little distraction from reality? Here is an unpolished collection of the weird, the silly, and the sometimes serious at Wild Dingo. It's a blog about nothing, yet about everything. You'll laugh. You'll cry. You'll even learn something. But this is not a writing sample. It's just a place to kick back and crack open a cool Core's 16-ouncer and lose yourself in the kooky.
A few weeks ago, Morges celebrated its annual fall harvest "La Nuit des Epouvantails." Prior to the event, I photographed a few of the "epovantails" (scarecrows) in Denens on one of my bike rides. Denens is two-villages away from our home and occasionally the dogs and I walk that way, but I always ride by it on […]
I left the house for 15 minutes. Fifteen lousy minutes. Not a lot can happen in 15 minutes, right? "They say historians cannot fully explain the rise or fall of Rome. Soon, they will say that about Siberian mastications."
This month's masthead is dedicated to adjusting to life as we now know it. All four of us have shown various signs of coping. Loki specifically has shown his coping strategies quite explicitly. Some days it breaks my heart. Other days, it makes me want to leap for joy to see him cope so eloquently. Juno […]
Our fence is in! And not a moment too soon. It went in last week a day before Mr. Wild Dingo and I started our Cultural Training Program. "Come again," you ask? Yes, that's right. Mr. Wild Dingo and I don't got no culture and we don't got no class. So we had to hire […]
"Hey Princess, is it a coincidence that we live in a town (Tolochenaz) on the way to another town (Biere) named after Pop's favorite beverage?"
I still can't get over the spectacular views we have from our home. We set up our office in the best part of the house, on the second floor, overlooking Lake Leman. Ok, it will always be Lake Geneva to me, but when in Rome, or I guess when in Morges ... "Hey Pop! […]
On a recent bike ride through the Jura villages, farms and mountains Mr. Wild Dingo says to me,"It totally sucks here." And I'm like, "Ya, let's go home. Just one more ride." In fact, it sucks so bad here that we couldn't even take photos of our lame-ass rides through the quaint villages or rolling hills. […]
When I come up for air from the bottom of all the Ikea boxes invading our home, I'll manage to post some more of the gorgeous sites we've explored around the surrounding towns. For now I hope these hold you over. So far, Loki and Juno have only explored Switzerland on foot in a 1-hour radius […]
That seems to be the staple thing that people say to me when I look at them like they're from Mars. Another week has passed and I'm no better at speaking French. But I sure speak Ikea fairly well. Most of my time is spent shopping and buying home furnishings and it leaves little time for brushing up […]
I get that said to me a lot on our walks. At least twice daily. "Hey Princess, I think that nice French lady just said we were beautiful!" "Comment dits-on "duh" en Francais?"