Well my last website was spammed. I like the name spam. I always get a wonderful
visual of spiced ham in a can!!!

Back in Saskatchewan I would visit my grandparents and we would usually enjoy a spam sandwich. Always lathered with butter and mustard. My visits we wonderful on the farm. My geido spoke 5 languages and tried his best to speak english to us. He was from Poland. My baba was stubborn and refused to speak english. She was Ukranian. She was always moving around in the kitchen and we knew she enjoyed telling us she loved us by making lunch. The joy of sitting around in the old farm house. Outhouse out back and all.

They came over to start a new life, new language....New everything!!! They did what they could so my spammed website is really not that big of a deal. I still could feel the love sitting there eating my sandwich!!! My sandwich is also quite different today just like technology. So thank you Baba and Geido for teaching me that spam is not always a bad thing:) Spam can mean "love of new beginnings".

Please stop by once and awhile. I am still building so expect changes. My brain is always moving things around:) ♥