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…
Praise be to every deity in the universe!!! After a week of insomnia – I slept through the night!! Halle-freakin-lulljah!! (insert angels’ chorus here) There’s been a heat/humidity wave in Southern Ontario. A direct result of this is my morphing into the biggest belligerent bitchy bitch in several galaxies. (I think there’s a multi-breasted female…
So yesterday evening when we went into the basement and gave Rissa the task of going through her cubbies of long-forgotten toys, she discovered this in her dress up box… The pic really doesn’t do it justice. It’s way more fuschia-y in real life. The sentiment upon the chest of an adult would be enough…
If you knew nothing about me other than the combination of pills I take in the morning, how old would you think I am? 70? 80? To be fair, most of them are pretty innocuous. Most of the pills are to up my immune-system so that the colds and flu that I used to suffer…
Why, oh why don’t we listen to our bodies? When they’re full, I mean. Of food. I either need to throw up or ingest vast quantities of TUMS. I am smarter than this. This chipmunk is me. The peanut is the last chocolate-covered pretzel. I made a bad choice. I should just know better. Yesterday…
I turned 44 today. That’s right the big DOUBLE 4!!!! I have lived, breathed, loved, hurt, gasped, screamed, laughed, fallen, jumped, dived, wallowed, basked and enjoyed life for the last 44 years. Yes, I have wrinkles on my face. You know why? Because I smile and raise my eyebrows and I’m 44 freaking years…
You know the phrase “Horses sweat, men perspire, ladies glow”? Well I must be a freaking Clydesdale. Never in my life have I glowed. I don’t participate in group exercise for this very reason. Why, oh why would I want more than a dozen people at a time to see the sweat stains that evolve…