The kitten… the feral one? That hung onto my hand with its teeth after I picked it up, because it was so terrified? The one I had to have “just in case” rabies shots for? It’s back… And David says I’m not allowed to touch it. Not even a little bit. Now in cat adolescence,…
My great friends Amber and Anne-Marie and ME with the Bloggess! So you know that gal in Total Recall, the one with the three breasts? Well I must be a sci-fi lover’s wet dream, because I have six. Yep – SIX. Four in the front, two in the back. Let’s do the math again, just…
From MotivatedPhotos.com No seriously. She really is. It hits her at bedtime. She loses her mind. But only with me. Not with David. She retains sanity for her father, and abandons it ALL for me. ALL OF IT. Tonight, as I was lying beside her with my book at 9:45 p.m., she would NOT stop…
So… Picasso… I’ve now been up close and personal to some of his greatest works at the AGO exhibit. I can now say with some knowledge – “His Rose Period is my favourite period.” Boy With a Pipe 1905 Picasso’s rose period was 1904-1906 (ish), in case you too, wanted to pretend you have…
When planning your viewing of the 2012 Olympics – you have to be wily. You want to be able to speak with authority about the big picture. “Did you catch Branagh at the Opening Ceremonies?? Nice Caliban cover, huh? How about that Mike Oldfield?” I will freely admit that my favourite part of the Opening…
This week I had a disproportionate emotional response to televised stimuli. I watched Bunheads. First off, I had been under the impression that the show was reality tv aimed at the ballerina set. Rissa is a bit of a dance fiend herself, so we PVR’d it and sat down to watch it together. Imagine my…
Naked wombats. Without any pre-written content, it simply struck me as an interesting title for a post, but then, when I went looking for pictures, I actually found a mostly naked wombat baby, which has now become my animal of choice. JUST LOOK AT IT!!! Yes, this is a naked wombat! Did you know that…
In pre-production for PETER PAN this weekend, so please enjoy this from earlier in the summer… Sometime in the last couple of years Rissa and I started cracking each other’s toes. It’s my friend Shawn’s fault. He cracked my toes while we were in a play together (not actually during the play but rather while…
I live in an amazing century home. Built in 1906, by one of the prominent local builders in my town, it is a bonafide grand home… 2.5 stories… Triple brick… It has a formal front staircase and two, count them, TWO, back staircases. A butler’s pantry, claw-footed bathtub, original stained glass, french doors. I love…
For the longest time, I wouldn’t let Rissa play with Barbies. I was taking a stand. We bought her Groovy Girls – the flopsy, cuddly, ethnic, pre-pubescent dolls. She probaby had 6 of them – all sporting fabulous 60s-inspired fashions. (One had a faux raspberry suede coat with some sort of shaggy fur-like trim…