Entries by Andie Duncan

Hey, I’m a trophy wife!

Ok, the paparazzi are at my heels again so I’ve gotta make this quick.  Thanks so much to Manic Mum for this Oh So Fabulous Award!

Jack of No Trades

When James Taylor sang, “Hey babe, I’m your handyman”, I’ll bet he wasn’t standing in his Crocs holding a roll of duct tape and a staple gun.  Granted he was singing about feelings, not faucets, but I’ll take a man who can fix my broken heart over one who can re-caulk my plumbing any day […]

Chocoholics Unite

Since I basically bleed dark chocolate, it’s delectably satisfying to be nominated for this award.   Thanks to Tia (aka ‘sweet pea’) at Life, Everyone Has One! http://forgeonahead.wordpress.com/ So here are the rules for the award, in no particular order: Thank the super sweet blogger who nominated you (“Tiiii-A, Tiiii-A… Everybody!!”) Answer the 5 super sweet […]

No Rain, No Gain

Every August Toronto plays host to the CNE, the Canadian National Exhibition, and ever since my kids could form sentences, they’ve h-o-u-n-d-e-d me to go.  Oddly enough, just as the gates open on the EX each year I always manage to contract a little known form of Malaria often associated with parental distain for midway […]

Bombs Away

Yesterday afternoon I made the three-hour trip into the city so I could spend a couple of days in town getting errands done before school starts next week. As I drove down our street, I spotted a good friend walking home from work about two blocks from our house.  He was purposefully crossing the road […]

September or Bust

I realize by writing this I’ll appear a horribly thankless Canadian mother, but I am SO DONE with summer.  By the time I post this story, school will have been out for 52 days, 18 hours and 10 minutes in Toronto (not that I’m counting … daily).  So like all parents trying to fill two […]

Timeout For Two?

We’ve all been there.  That breaking point in your parenting day when, after the twenty-seventh time asking your child to stop their incessant (insert sanity-draining behavior), your patience snaps like a dry twig.  What should be a levelheaded response to disobedience suddenly turns into the wire hanger scene from Mommie Dearest. 

My Birthday’s Cracked

When your bed is thrusting and vibrating and you’re the only one in it, something’s not quite right. Today is my birthday, but it’s not just any old run-of-the-mill anniversary.  At 7:00 this morning as consciousness broke I rolled over into my 50’s. However instead of gently greeting the new decade, this was the alarm […]

Winnie The Poo (and poo and …)

Since I’m about to be as shameless as a new mother on Facebook, let’s just get right to it. This … is Winnie:   Now if you’re unable to “aww!” at that little face, you may be suffering from an MCI, or Mild Cuddle-Impairment. If so, please stop reading and go directly to the nearest […]