There was a discussion around the dinner table about how many teenagers in the Family Studies class at David’s school have ended up pregnant since the course began. A lot. Like more than a handful. These girls are in a class that GIVES them condoms and information on how NOT to get pregnant! I might…
A Jewel on Queen West So I found these socks… these mind-blowing, amazing, hyperventilation-inducing-from-so-much-glee socks… on Queen West at a store that must, I think, cater to the drag queen set. (Original – 515 Queen Street West in Toronto.) This store was so awesome, I got a little dizzy. Jon had to remind me to…
HURRAY!!!! Recently, Rissa arrived home from school, all moany and growly and generally not her usual bouncy self. “Are you tired honey?” “NO! My PERIOD started.” Grrrrrrrrrr… (So… I have this thing. Women shouldn’t use their periods as a convenient excuse for just being moody bitches. Yes, most definitely it can be a pain in…
This picture will make more sense at the end of the post So at dinner last week we were talking about irregular heartbeats. You know… for fun… “You used to have a heart murmur,” I tell Rissa. “When you were a baby.” “What’s a heart murmur?” “It’s like an extra heart beat on top of…
So remember the Darth Vader mask that David got me – to help with my winter angina? We have gone for several walks where I put the sucker on – much to David’s amusement and the perplexity of onlookers. “They are all staring at me!!” “That’s because they want your autograph.” “Because why?” “Because they…
David recently treated me to a romantic weekend away in the big city. He planned it all. We stayed in a hotel. We had fancy dinners. He even packed for me. He organized (ahem) activities. And by activities I mean… SEX… and lots of it, without your child’s ears in close proximity. In fact, having…
Yep… ‘for the hair down there’ WARNING: This post contains too much information Today, I found it. A grey hair. In the bush. Does the phrase “all downhill from here” strike any chords? I mean, sure, I’ve had grey hair on my head for 5 years or so, but my haphazard dye job every 6…
Calendars. My requirements: it must be large, clever, colourful, stylish… The free one from the local real estate office (while offering a plethora of picturesque homes) just isn’t going to cut it hanging on my kitchen wall. Chagall, Vintage Vogue, Edward Gorey… now THOSE are calendars. I found one on sale at Chapters after…
This is a MAGICAL picture. It is a MAGICAL MEERKAT. I have dubbed it thus. You do NOT have to comment, like or share with any number of people to enjoy good luck or suffer bad luck. Why?? Because it is JUST a freaking picture of a meerkat! Have people lost their freaking minds?!? And…
“NO!!! NO!!! Where’s the remote?!? Where is the next episode? What is going to happen?!? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” (collapse, collapse, collapse…) “Oh WAILEY, WAILEY, WAILEY!“ We were watching the first (and sadly, only) season of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Around episode 19 or so they got all cliff-hangery. I’m pretty sure that’s when Rissa started…