While it’s still a tad too nippy to be wearing open toed sandals here in Toronto (unless you like that frostbitten limb look), I decided to go for a mani-pedi yesterday all the same, just to let Mother Nature know I’m holding her to her promise of spring. As I sat in the recliner at […]
“It’s the most … wonderful time … of the year!” Everybody, SING ALONG with me now! Yes, I’ve come to that magical point in my familial calendar when
I don’t want to be a winter whiner (she said about to whine) but this morning in Toronto we woke up to yet another 10 cms of snow … because apparently the furnace broke in hell.
Like so many Olympic couch potatoes, I am really going to miss the Sochi winter games. Not only were they a much-needed tonic for the February blahs, but they were such great conversation starters, especially with total strangers. After all, there’s nothing like the national camaraderie that comes from sharing OUR victories when WE’VE performed […]
When you think about rap music videos (notwithstanding the fact that if you’re reading this blog, you’ve probably never even seen a rap music video), what’s the first thing you think of? Hmmm? Scantily clad women twerking in slo-mo? Cars with Olympic-sized pools in the back? Men with spinal cord-damaging taste in jewelry?
At the risk of sounding like a romantic killjoy, I have never been big on Valentine’s Day. It probably stems from the fact that I went to an all girls school as a child, where telling every one of your female classmates you wanted them to “Be Mine” felt, well … a little misdirected.
If you’ve ever booked a hotel room on the very same weekend (and floor) as an out-of-town peewee hockey team when you’re not part of the tournament or even a parent for that matter, then you’d likely equate that experience to having route canal work done without freezing …
Have you ever had one of those days? You’re heading to the gym for the first time since Richard Simmons discovered spandex when you pull a small thread at the top of your pants, inadvertently unraveling the entire elastic waistband (and no, not your midlife-crisis sweat pants
When it comes to the spirit of friendly competition, I’ve been told I can be a teensy bit … well, rabid. Oh, it’s always said in good fun, like “Whoa, Andie’s playing?! There will be blood. Ha ha!” Yeah. Ha. Ha. Look, it’s not like I upturn tables when I lose, or drop trou and […]
Due to the inopportune timing of this condolence post, I’ve decided to take it down, along with all comments. Thank you for your kind support.