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My Little Pony, Sexy But Lonely….

Jun 26 2013

I assure you this is a PG-rated post despite the suggestive title. I’ll explain, but first you MUST listen to the My Little Pony Theme Song below. It’ll only take a minute. Actually, the first 5 seconds will suffice. It’s essential for the rest of this story. No really. Now that the song is firmly lodged in your brain FOREVER (The tune sticks like glue. No anti-horse reference inferred by the way.) we can go on. My daughter adores the My Little Pony gang — both in their pony and human forms. She watches the show at home on Netflix and sometimes her brother watches too. He says he doesn’t like it, but I say neigh. He so does. One day shortly after watching the show, I heard him singing the theme song to himself but with new and *improved* chorus which goes like this… “My little pony, sexy but lonely.….” (it’s important to note that the word sexy must be sung with a Sean Connery accent). Why? He’s ten and thinks the word seksi is hilarious. I’m 40-esque and agree; especially when said with an accent while rolling your eyes dramatically. Now we have this shtick where certain extended[…]

Jun 20 2013

Some parenting blogs explore every aspect from positive to painful. While some share only the bright shiny moments and leave the missteps hidden in the shadows. I try to share the positive moments whenever I can. There’s already enough web woe to go around. However, I also divulge some of the sad times, the worries, and the parenting fails. And I fail. Often. Sometimes I worry my mistakes will somehow damage two otherwise perfectly perfect people. I’ve sent my kids to school with waffle sandwiches because yet again, I didn’t make time to get to the grocery store. Out of frustration, I’ve slapped my child’s hand. I’ve pouted like an insolent child. I’ve lied about my daughter’s age. I’ve hidden in the bathroom to check my email. Dinner has consisted of GMO laden crap instead of organic healthy and homemade because sometimes cereal for dinner just happens over here. Moments like these are not exactly worthy of a mom medal of honour. I’ve sent my children to school in raincoats on a sunny day because the weather App on my phone — accidentally set to ‘Vancouver’ — said it would rain. It was 28 degrees and sunny. I’ve neglected[…]

Have You Seen My EyePhone?

Jun 17 2013

Warning: Do not scroll down if bloody eyeballs make you squeamish. I don’t know how or why, but a blood vessel burst in my eye. Yes, that rhymes. I’ve always considered myself a pupil of poetry. Perhaps now I will make this writing genre my new focus. But please, don’t lash out if you don’t care for poetry. Hey, how about a little ocular haiku? creepy bloody ball seeping, spreading, reddening crimson orb, blinking It seems I just composed the first ever eye-ku. Sorry? Like I said, for reasons unknown, my left eyeball exploded. The white of my eye was stained blood red. A subconjunctival hemorrhage isn’t serious. It happens — possibly the result of a scratch or a strong sneeze. Or perhaps a tiresome flight on the red eye. Of course I took photos of it. Wouldn’t you? The other morning I woke up, rolled over and slowly opened my eyes (both the red one AND the white one) and there was my iPhone propped up on my bedside table, staring at me! My husband, funny guy that he is *said sarcastically* had reset my homescreen to this. The man is always pulling pranks on me. I’ll have to[…]

Jun 10 2013

I’ve always been a worrier. I mostly focus on the biggies like death, illness, accidents, the environment, loss. I’m really fun to be around sometimes. 😉 When you become a parent worry takes on a new dimension. We are in charge of somebody else. Like truly in charge — of their health and well-being. If we drop the ball, it’s worrisome to say the least. And when one parents a child with medical or developmental challenges, that’s another level of worry. I’ve always been able to cope with my worrying with a little reassurance, or with some stern self-talk. Lately however, my usual tactics have failed and my worrying has reached ridiculous heights. For example, if my husband takes a few minutes longer than normal on his way home from a Sunday morning coffee run, I begin to fret. “What if his car went off the road? What if he was held up at the Tim Horton’s Drive-thru? What if…..oh screw it, I’m texting him!!” And god forbid he doesn’t reply immediately. The other day as I was examining a wart (sorry. gross. but necessary for this story) on my daughter’s knee, I had an epiphany… I worried[…]

Jun 02 2013

The cheerful chatter, the sweet sharing, the ardent appreciation of your creative efforts in the kitchen — meal time is the cornerstone of a family, and the most magical time. Haha. Just kidding. It’s exhausting. Nobody is clambering to eat the healthy dishes I’ve slaved over, except for maybe the two begging dogs who are slobbering under the table, getting hair on my pants. Meals are a balance between casual conversation and intense negotiations. “How was your day? Just eat two more bites!” And let’s not forget reminders like, “Too much! Slow down. Hurry up, its getting cold. Chew! That’s too big, you could choke. Drink your water. Please don’t stab the table with your fork. Elbows off the table. Elbows off your brother. This is my chair, THAT is your chair. Just eat, no more talking.” Left behind are leisurely dinners by candlelight, savouring food and adult conversation. Family dinners are loud and messy. Just like life. Milk will get spilled. Peas will roll onto the floor. Ketchup will end up in somebody’s hair. Kids will pick out the onions. Parents will eat the leftovers from their children’s plates. And someone (usually me) will rest their forehead[…]

Archive - 2013

My Little Pony, Sexy But Lonely….

Parenting Fails…and WINS!

Have You Seen My EyePhone?

Worry Wart

Magical Meal Moments…mostly