Hey, I’m a trophy wife!

ImageOk, 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! Read more

Jack of No Trades

ImageWhen 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 (don’t go there). Read more

Chocoholics Unite

ImageSince 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:

  1. Thank the super sweet blogger who nominated you (“Tiiii-A, Tiiii-A… Everybody!!”)
  2. Answer the 5 super sweet questions (A-E below)
  3. Nominate a baker’s dozen of deserving super sweet bloggers, and notify said bloggers (below questions)
  4. Smile (I would, but my mouth is stuffed full of 70% extra dark right now…)

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No Rain, No Gain

ImageEvery 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 lineups, the ever-convenient Malarkia.  Oh it’s nothing serious really, just Read more

Bombs Away

FbombYesterday 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 behind me when I caught sight of him, so Read more

September or Bust

marshmallows roasting over open campfireI 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 relentless months of unstructured childhood, we have camped, cottaged and cavorted in the great outdoors until my obsessive UV protection practices have all but sunscreened the prints off my own fingers. Read more

Timeout For Two?

Mommie Dearest

Mommie Dearest

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.  Read more

I’d Like To Thank The Academy …

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As I adjust my tinfoil tiara and clutch my Rubbermaid scepter, I vow not to let this Versatile Blogger Award go to my head. With that, I’d like to Read more

My Birthday’s Cracked

ImageWhen 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 clock parked outside my front door: Read more

Winnie The Poo (and poo and …)

ImageSince 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 hug.

I lost my mind three weeks ago and agreed to let the kids adopt a pet rabbit. Oh, I’ve ridden the “I’ve got allergies” bandwagon for years, a genuine condition that thankfully spared me not only the hassle of dog/cat maintenance but also the inevitable arguments around it. Why fight over rank litter boxes and overdue walkies when there are already filthy bedrooms and cheeky attitudes to conquer? Read more