It’s like we never learn. With food, that is. With alcohol, I am smart enough to know when to stop. I haven’t been DRUNK-drunk in at least 10 years. (Tipsy – hell yeah! Pleasantly buzzed – most definitely! I’m not a freaking saint!) I have been hungover twice in my life – no wait –…
Strict instructions had been given. We would not start Christmas until 7:00 a.m. Meaningful parent eyes glared to impart the importance of the rising time. David and I were toasty warm in our bed. At 7:03, a Christmas Cheer rendition of Deck the Halls was bellowed from the living room. It was not Rissa. Rissa…
So… Les Miserables… the movie… Before I get into my rant… It IS a good, film. It’s just not as good as it should have been. (But if you haven’t seen the stage play, and you love a good tragedy, you’ll love it.) The acting all around was stellar – I cannot fault the cast…
About a month ago, David got this fancy-schmancy light that gradually becomes brighter and brighter to simulate a sunrise in our bedroom. I’m not making this shit up. We live in Canada – it is now winter – coming out of hibernation sucks at the best of times. This light takes about half an hour…
Okay, seriously?!? How hard can it be to find a heart-felt Christmas card for your Mom that is not overly schmaltzy, poorly rhymed or full of guilt-driven sentiment? SERIOUSLY?!? I went to two stores looking for the right card for my Mom. Found perfect cards for David, Rissa, even my Dad, but for my Mom? …
So why is it that when you’re sick, your mouth feels like the bottom of a birdcage? What is that? It’s like the virus crawls up onto your tongue when you sleep, lies there overnight all cozy and pasty white under you uvula, clutching your tonsils and adenoids as fleshy stuffed toys for comfort. It…
Jack Lemmon with maracas Some Like It Hot 1959 Screenplay Wilder & Diamond after a story by Lomax and Thereon Last night we shared Some Like it Hot with Rissa for the first time. As soon as she saw the B&W hit the screen – she rolled her eyes. “Is the whole movie like this?”…
So you know when you feel like this?? The Nightmare, Fuseli 1781 A toddler stuck his fingers in my mouth last weekend and I am now fucked. Because why? Because an adult’s immune system sucks. Kids? Kids can be infected with a freaking alien plague, take some Dimetapp and be fine. “Mummy I’m good to…
So you know how I posted about Jeff Buckley’s cover of Hallelujah? I didn’t reckon it would shuffle onto our playlist last night as we were driving home from Toronto, nor did I think that it would make me cry for a completely different and soul-shattering reason than at the beginning of the day. I’m…
from jeffbuckley.com I’m crying now. I’m crying because I didn’t know until just moments ago, that Jeff Buckley died in 1997. What the? He died 15 years ago?!? And what do you mean you don’t know who Jeff Buckley is? Well, Jeff Buckley has the title of this blog post – that’s who he…