Tag Archives: Funny

Boys, boys… must we bicker?

A few days ago, Charlie over at How To be a Dad (HTBAD) posed a question.

Who would be a better Dad? Batman or Superman?

He then proceeded to give his opinion in the post 5 Reasons Batman Would Be a Better Dad than Superman

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(HTBAD is an extremely clever and funny site and I recommend you take the time to check it out. I particularly enjoy their illustrated guides!)

After I read the post and finished laughing, I was itching to respond but decided I had better things to write about. Well, it turns out I actually don’t… Continue reading

11 signs that summer is near

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1. My neighbour’s spectacular rhododendron is brightening up our side view.

2. The slug collecting has begun.

3. Baths have become mandatory every night (see above).

4. The school bags are being held together by spit and a prayer.

5. I find myself barbecuing rain or shine.

6. The kids are complaining that it’s still bright out when they’re going to bed.

7. The hockey detritus in the porch has been replaced by cleats and shin pads.

8. Muddy handprints can be found on every surface of the bathroom.

9. Skinned knees have tapped out our band-aid supply.

10. Facebook tells me it’s hot in Toronto.

11. The sunscreen battles have begun.

It might sound like I’m complaining, but I’m not. It’s just that the kids are tired of school and I can hardly stand to pack another recess snack. In short, we are ready for summer. The Freezies are solid – so bring it on!

Good times!

I just got home from my writing group, full of encouragement but too tired to write tonight. Our group is pretty simple – four women who love to write and love to laugh. We share our work and our woes and give each other the firm push we need to keep going. Thanks gals!

Before I head to bed, however, I do need to tell you some great news and a funny story. Continue reading

My children the novelists

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This is the cover of my 6-year-old’s book, De meder hu farpt – which translates to – The Mother Who Farted. Keep in mind that he is in French immersion, so his English spelling is a bit messed up at the moment.

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I’ve seen the future and it is expensive

A few years ago if you had asked me what would be the biggest expense we would face as a family, other than buying a house, I would probably have said car or vacations. I would have thought about “big-ticket” items.

I would have been wrong… it’s turned out to be food!

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LOST!

my youth

Have you seen my youth?

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It’s hard being 6

On Friday after school, my little guy and his brother were playing with the neighbours when I heard crying. I hurried outside to find that one of the other boys had fallen and hurt his knee. As I checked it out I heard more crying from around the corner in the driveway.

That one was mine. Continue reading

Laughing on a Saturday night

More treats from the twitterverse!

https://twitter.com/JiminyKicksIt/status/337209219491188738

https://twitter.com/JiminyKicksIt/status/337605353346826241

https://twitter.com/JiminyKicksIt/status/336827772364259329

Thanks to @JiminyKicksIt for spreading the joy.

Italy in a previous life

In May of 2000, I had finished some work in Paris and had a couple of weeks off before I was due in London for my next assignment. Looking for an easy way to fill the time, I booked a European bus tour that went through 8 countries in 12 days. It was a whirlwind meant to give you a “taste” of each city.

It was a Contiki tour for ages 18-35. This is a stock photo from their site…

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At 27 years old, I was the eldest participant by 7 years. Continue reading

I hate to shop

One day last summer, I was chatting with my neighbour over the fence. Her husband and son were going to the cottage and she was staying home to spend the evening with a very good girlfriend.

“How nice! What do you guys have planned?” I was so excited for her.

She was also very excited, “We’re going to grab dinner and then do a bit of shopping.”

…crickets chirped…

“You’re going shopping?” I tried to make this sound pleasant, but I couldn’t pull it off. Even with that big grin plastered on my face. “You have a night home alone and you are going shopping?” My distaste was palpable.

I honestly do not remember the rest of the conversation because my brain went into a protective mode and all talk of malls and sales were blocked from my hippocampus. Continue reading