Crocs…
I embraced the idea of crocs long before most… then quickly changed my mind as their popularity grew to astonishing rates and I couldn’t see fit to wear the same shoes as a two year old! (Mind you… I’m never giving Continue reading Crocs…
Hw can I blg like this…
MG! Seriusly. I’m missing a very imprtant letter n my keybard and I’ll leave it t yu t figure ut which ne it is! Last night, while lying in bed checking ut what was ging n n the internet, my Continue reading Hw can I blg like this…
Getting comfy…
I place sentimental attachment on almost everything and often find myself thinking about the meaning behind something more than the actual thing itself. Quite some time ago the garbage collectors came to pick up the old, worn out couch. I stood in the window with tears streaming down Continue reading Getting comfy…
Queen’s 13th update…
It was either a sentimental month or my writing is evolving. Regardless, the posts this month were hardly comedic and on more than one occasion I had folks telling me they were running for the box of tissues. The post about going to StFX so my Continue reading Queen’s 13th update…
Talkin’ trash…
I’m so tired… In fact, the other day I was so pooped I really didn’t know which way was up! It started with the girls showing up on Friday morning. First Prada, then Crazy, then Gib. Next thing you know, coffee Continue reading Talkin’ trash…
Game of a lifetime…
Three of my high school friends are healthy and active due to the life saving and extraordinary gift of others. Tonight, I stood in the stands and watched a fantastic game of action packed hockey. The crowd of family and friends cheered Continue reading Game of a lifetime…
The queen was in her counting house…
It’s been a sentimental month and I’m trying to shake this mood. This morning… I purposely told myself it was going to be a good day but when opening my car door to drive my youngest to school… realized my car had Continue reading The queen was in her counting house…
Super mom…
A few weeks ago, while sitting with half a dozen girlfriends at the Canada Games Centre, an email arrived on my blackberry announcing that I’d been accepted into school this September. I read it aloud to the moms while sitting in the comfy chairs drinking coffee and watching our children Continue reading Super mom…
‘Cause that’s how I bowl….
So last night we…. well… and then…. ummmmm… it’s just that I promised I wouldn’t say….. ummmm…. well…. it’s not like we did anything we shouldn’t have it’s just that…. damn… there’s really not a lot I can tell you to Continue reading ‘Cause that’s how I bowl….
Life goes on…
Last night found me at Obladee Wine Bar, a casual environment specializing in carefully selected wines and artisanal cheese and charcuterie. I have no idea what I just wrote… I stole it off their website! Suffice it to say we sipped on wonderful Continue reading Life goes on…
Happy blogiversary…
It’s hard to believe that one year ago today I started my dream of writing. I’d been filling the pages of my personal journals since I was a young girl and decided to put my daily ramblings into a blog…never dreaming it Continue reading Happy blogiversary…
She lived, she loved, she laughed…
It was the beginning of an extraordinary weekend that had me at the airport at 4:30 am. The hour…somewhere in the middle of “out too late” and “up too early”…leaving you to wonder why a person would ever choose to Continue reading She lived, she loved, she laughed…
To my nan…
How loved you were.April 6, 1923 – March 31, 2011 (Jill Barber’s Ashes to Ashes… written on the passing of her grandmother.)
Stop bullying…
I bullied three girls…one boy…possibly more. I won’t subject them to further abuse by telling you what I said or who they were…but I belittled them, teased, laughed and poked fun. One girl changed schools from the abuse she endured. If I Continue reading Stop bullying…
In case you’re wondering…
My birthday’s not for awhile… but I’ll start making a list! You’re welcome.
Cut from the same cloth…
My youngest and I were out for a shopping adventure, leaving the boy at home to ward off his cold. She and I found ourselves in the unfamiliar position of having a “Mom and Daughter” day and it wasn’t long before a new Continue reading Cut from the same cloth…
I’d like some cheese with this whine…
A few days of taking care of my sick kids and suddenly it’s my turn! I guess it was inevitable. A cold made its way to my house this week, driving fevers up and causing children to cough at random, neither Continue reading I’d like some cheese with this whine…
Wing-It for Parkinsons…
Last year, a few of us put together a team and entered a chicken wing eating contest at Winston’s Pub and Eatery called “WING IT for Parkinson’s”. Helping to raise money for Maritimer’s living with Parkinson’s Disease. We really had no affiliation Continue reading Wing-It for Parkinsons…
The cold war…
Two kids home sick means Mama Bear is somewhere between a nurse and referee for the day! Seriously, when you’re miserable enough that it hurts to even move your eyes inside your stuffed up headache filled brain, complaining every time you do your can’t-break-the-habit Bieber hair Continue reading The cold war…
Why I named my son Spiderman…
I called him “Spiderman”. My child, yet to be determined whether he’d be a boy or a girl…though somehow I knew. My pregnancy was going along without issue when suddenly, standing before a classroom full of students, I felt this strange release Continue reading Why I named my son Spiderman…