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Wondering what to do with all that Hallowe’en candy?
My kids were lucky enough to trick-or-treat at the Magic Kingdom last week, during Mickey’s Not-so-Scary Hallwe’en party, and we came home with more candy than I think they’ve seen in their lives. But of course, being home just before Hallowe’en at home meant that they were super excited to trick-or-treat here, too. Yikes! This
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That would’ve been a bad porno
Yesterday my husband left. Oh, don’t get all concerned for me; my husband just left for a business trip to England. So yesterday he left for his trip, and had also scheduled a repair call from our internet provider. The internet’s been spotty (at best) for a week now, and we all know I can’t
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The Ultimate School Lunch Ideas List
This phenomenal list was compiled by the members of a web board of which I’m a member and it’s going to be a total lifesaver for me this year, when I’m packing daily lunches for the first time. Please note that I haven’t edited it, and none of these were my ideas. I’m also not saying
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Tell me about you
When I blogged on Xanga, I found that meeting new bloggers was super-easy. The whole way the community was set up made hopping from one person’s site to another simple. Now, I find it totally cumbersome to make my way around the internet to find everyone’s blog, and get to know them. I tweet with
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“Haters gonna hate”
The glorious thing about the internet is that no matter the problem (ingrown hairs? cranky toddler? whatthef*&#isthatlump? best sushi in Toronto? do these jeans my my ass look like a mom’s?), I can ask The Internet and all answers can be found. Dr. Google diagnoses my medical problems (they’re always terminal), Twitter advises me on my
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A letter unsent
You told me you loved me over and over, and I believed you. Never for a moment did I doubt that infinite love, or feel rejected, abandoned, less-than. I was chosen. I chose you. My eyes met yours and we became one forever. You held me and have never let me go. I loved you
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On Embarrassment
Once upon a time, my embarrassment threshold was incredibly low. Everything was a potentially embarrassing moment. Toilet paper stuck to my shoe? Oh my god, how horrifying. Mother discussing my breast development with a friend? Agonizing embarrassment. Stinking up the office washroom? Death by embarrassment. Having something stuck in my teeth in public? Scarring embarrassment.
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Make it so
I vowed to say, “No” more often this year. It didn’t turn out as I’d expected since I took on a few too many volunteer positions, and I’ve since backed out on many of those. I give in far too often and end up giving too much of my time and myself to others. That’s
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Banana Oatmeal Superpower Cereal Bars
For some reason, at approximately 10:30 last night I decided to try making some cereal bars. I’ve never made them before so I Googled some recipes but nothing fit exactly the ingredients I had here, so I made something up. And wonder of all wonders, they’re incredibly delicious. So naturally, I’ll share the recipe with
