Tag Archive: humour

I Don’t Know if This is Even a Post

So used to buying the tiny “panties” that never fit properly, slide down my ass, and creep into my butt I cautiously looked at the underwear made for my size at the store I was in and balked. HA! I don’t need to buy new underwear, the size I’m wearing is fine. And then I…

What my Goal for 2015 Should be

I had a whole list of 20…ok 17 things made up of what would make 2015 great. Things from cleaning the kitty litter regularly to practicing¬†patience to trying a new activity. I looked at the list and became very overwhelmed. I can barely remember to match my socks let alone 20 things to make a…

When Crazy People Text

Not only am I awkward in social situations but I say whatever I’m thinking over text too, then hit send before proof reading or thinking through the pros and cons. This can be weird for both me and the receiver. And I’ve developed texters thumb. Is there a name for this? There should be. —–…

Because, Love… even when there’s Barf.

I’m laying on my daughters single bed with her while she lays with her head at my feet and jams her toes in my butt. Bedtime is my least favourite time of day. It was going good for a couple of months and then Christmas holidays arrived and she got an ear infection which changed…

Loving Las Vegas

Sunday we returned from Vegas, the city that doesn’t sleep. It was an incredible three days filled with blisters, flashing lights, sirens, honking horns, and boobs (not mine). I had won the trip through Cineplex and was so grateful for the chance to go back and experience the lights, sounds, beauty, and buildings all over…

When They Want to Decorate… Drink

As the boxes made their way into the house her squeals of excitement escalated. We had promised her that today we would decorate and she did not forget. Yes, decorate. In November. For Christmas. Falalalalalala. Little hands pawed all through the packages that I had so neatly packed away the year before and I could…

Wordless Wednesday

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The Truth About My House

From my brown chair in the corner of the living room I scan the floor, couch, and bench that sits across from the stairs, and wonder where the hell this mess came from. Didn’t I just clean up yesterday? I see a wayward sock stuck under a chair in the dining room cast off by…

Hiding from the Cheetah’s

Her hands cup my face as we rock back and forth in the brown chair that sits comfortably in the corner of the living room. We snuggle closely every afternoon talking about her day while I try to pry information from her with questions, songs, guesses, and rhymes. She likes to be a close as…