Tag - just for fun

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Life Is A Highway
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Salutation Humiliation
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Ladders and Dadders and Bros
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Blood Bath?
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The OTHER Box (aka Facebook Message Black Hole)

Life Is A Highway

Full disclosure I used to think (and even squawk out loud) that I didn’t understand the purpose of ride on cars. “Shouldn’t kids be exercising? Make them pedal for heaven’s sake! Are we raising a generation of lazy kids?!” I’m here to say that I was wrong and stand corrected. To make amends for my judgey ignorance, I invite any parent to whom I may have spouted off about this, to drive over me with their kids’ ride on vehicle. My daughter has been asking for one of these forEVER! She’s seen other kids riding them in the park and down our street and she’s been relentless. So this Christmas, look what Santa (aka my friends at Fisher-Price) delivered… It’s the Dora Jeep Wrangler in all it’s glory. To say my child was thrilled is an understatement. She couldn’t wait to get behind the wheel. However, Canadian winters are cold so we took our fun to our unfinished basement/indoor playground. At first she couldn’t steer. Like, at all. It was comical. I had to redirect her constantly until she started to understand the relationship between the steering wheel and where she wanted to go. It was like a light bulb[…]

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Salutation Humiliation

Do you ever think to yourself, “Self, why are you such a dork?“   I do.   Like last week, as I enthusiastically waved at a friend across the vast veggie section the Super Store. The “friend” looked at me with one brow raised. This made me smile bigger and wave harder, as though by upping the ante, they’d recognize me. Well, it’s hard to recognize somebody when you’ve never met them. I was waving at a total stranger. How embarrassing though not quite as embarrassing as greeting someone’s wave with a toothy grin and happy return wave, only to realize they’re not waving at you, but the person directly behind you.    My friend and I were discussing this humbling situation the other night and exchanged stories of past salutation humiliation. For the rest of the night I waved at her from across the room and when she smiled back, I shook my head and pretended to point to someone over her shoulder. It only took about 3 or 4 of these faux waves before she caught on. She’s one of my prettiest friends.    Yesterday as I was returning from an appointment with my daughter, I decided to[…]

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Ladders and Dadders and Bros

    As I sit here at my desk, gazing out the window deciding what to tackle next—update my resume, answer emails, work on our taxes—my eyes fall upon my neighbour who is perched high upon a ladder; clearly taking advantage of the mild weather, he’s taking down his Christmas lights. Naturally this reminds me of the battle my dad fought and lost with an unruly ladder. Forget the taxes, I’m going to share this story instead. My parents live near by and I pop over often. On this particular day I had stopped in without the kids for whatever reason. I was in the kitchen putting on the kettle for tea when I happened to glance out the bay window. It was at this exact moment that I witnessed my father riding a ladder from the crest of the roof, down to the pavement. Wearing slippers instead of sturdy shoes was his first mistake. The second was neglecting to ask someone to hold the ladder securely on the sloped driveway while he strung the Christmas lights. The bottom of the ladder slid away from the house on the slippery pavement and my dad plummeted face first to the ground. He[…]

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Blood Bath?

Bath time is sweet and peaceful at our house. Honestly, it’s one of the most treasured parts of the day. It’s also the time when my husband takes over. That’s right, he bathes our daughter while I surf the web, chat on the phone, paint my nails, help myself to seconds of dessert and cue up Blooper clips on You Tube. Yes, it’s a truly magical time. The other night as Avery splashed and I sloshed (my wine), my husband called me into the bathroom. “Lis, you have to come see this!” So I put my online Scrabble game on hold and put in an appearance. It was the least I could do. I did after all just eat the last ice cream bar. My husband’s ice cream bar. It was delicious. Aw… Avery was happily drawing on the tiled walls in the tub. It’s okay, she was using the soap crayons Santa brought her. Seriously fun for kids by the way. Those, and the spongy ABC letters that stick to the wall are fantastic. If you have an emergent speller, get some. They’re great. Just look at how hard she’s working. She even spelled her name. Amazing.  Good, clean[…]

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The OTHER Box (aka Facebook Message Black Hole)

So I’m killing time on Facebook while waiting for my lunch to heat up…at 10:30 am (This is what happens when your child wakes up at 5:30 — you’re starving by mid morning. Dinner is served at 4:30 by the way.) and I see this post shared by Candace: “Other box? What other box?!” I say to myself (aloud, because we WAHMs totally talk to ourselves) and hurry over to investigate. Lo and behold I had 68 unread messages. How did they get there you ask? Apparently messages from unconfirmed Facebook friends and the scurge of the internet end up there. Who knew? I surely didn’t and I’m not alone; not many others seem to be aware of this inbox cloaked in shadows either. As I sifted through the messages, I found most were invitations from “Pages” or spam like this… Oh happy day, Richard from creepy cyber space is “interested on me.” I will be sure to accept his friendship invitation because as he so eloquently said, “friend are life time investment.” Special, special times. And how about this classy gem? On second thought, it’s too gross to share. It’s unnerving when somebody takes the time to address you[…]

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