I saw Denzel Washington on a Letterman rerun, and he was talking about the difference between a house and a home, and how when your children move out it ceases to become a home and just becomes a house and at that point I teared up thinking of my empty nest that is coming in thirteen years or […]
Archives for July 2011
I can’t hear a word they’re saying, only the echos of my mind
July 22, 2011 by 9 Comments
I am currently wondering if it is possible to be talked to death. Or talked into submission. In any case, I think my children are trying to break some sort of record, a talking record. The biggest issue, as I see it, is that each’s child’s speech is a set in a Venn diagram, but […]
Random Complaints from a Deposed Princess
July 20, 2011 by 5 Comments
I always knew this day would come, and here it is. My family doctor is retiring, and for those of you who do not live in Canada, let me tell you that finding a family doctor – ANY family doctor, let alone a good family doctor – is a big problem. My doctor has been […]
Yee-haw
July 14, 2011 by 9 Comments
The rain that has been coming down since Monday has stopped, and, in the manner of mothers everywhere, I have just sighed with relief and shooed my children outside. The noise level has been unbelievable around here. We played Go Fish and the sounds emanating from my children were ear-shattering. Mark dislikes “winning” games, and […]
Odds and Ends and a Royal Zoo Trip
July 11, 2011 by 7 Comments
It has been a busy few days in the Boy House. Last Thursday I found myself at the hair therapist’s without a book, and so I picked up People magazine to learn all about Bachelor Brad’s breakup with Emily. Here’s the reason they broke up: Emily became jealous after watching the actual broadcast of The […]
Sloth and the Splash Pad – Summer of Awesome
July 6, 2011 by 8 Comments
We have been on summer vacation for one week and we have turned into a slothful people. This is why I don’t register the kids in any organized activities; we are too busy being completely lazy every morning to get anywhere. I’m in my sweaty yoga clothes, drinking coffee and accomplishing nothing, until finally showering at 10:00, […]
Bond. James Bond.
July 4, 2011 by 7 Comments
Mark, seeing a commercial on a US television station, asked me what “Independence Day” means. I was tired and did not feel up for a historical discussion, so I simply said that it was like Canada Day, but for the United States. Later I felt that this lazy and somewhat inaccurate explanation would probably be […]
