Thursday, July 2, 2009 in Featured Articles

Out of order

Look at that! The storyline here is becoming all out of order, episodes are mixed up, network negotiations are at a standstill, and I think there’s a writer’s strike.

Oh wait, it’s just me and my blog.

But what’s a gal to do? An Upcoming Features, that’s what.

Spreading Grampy Around – our lovable family all gets together with the Toronto branch and heads out on a day trip where we go out to dinner, then try to covertly spread ashes in the ocean. Bonus scene: we reveal why we don’t give Addison crayons.

Up at the movies – Mom and the girls go see Pixar’s latest tearjerker, UP! We sit behind the paper’s movie critic, who spends a good twenty minutes talking to Emma about movies.

Loving the Library – a library book sale, the summer reading club, and how Emma answered the question “What do you like best about living in Canada?” The answer left other parents in the room shocked while Mom hid.

Canada Day – My mom thought I was kidding when I said she could be in the parade. I wasn’t. How long did I do face painting for this year? After that, we hit a flea market that was just wrapping up and they didn’t want to take anything back home. What on earth did we find?

Also, tune in for the spin-off: Sarah, the college years.

Thursday, July 31, 2008 in My mom drives me crazy

I am the worst daughter ever

So yesterday, I mean Tuesday – was my mom’s birthday and I completely forgot to at least call her. Not really forget, mostly I remembered at the wrong time to actually pick up the phone and call.

I mean, I did call on Sunday because she never called me like she does at 11am on Sunday mornings, so I humphed and fretted and broke down and dialed the phone (okay, pushed buttons) and when the call as answered it was not my mom but Carl telling me she had gone out shopping, the nerve of her, and when she called me back later she said Carl told her I was putting all the stuff she ever gave me into the dumpster so I said yes, yes I did.

Then Tuesday came in a flurry of activity because I had to make it at least look like I got some work done in the morning, and we all had to be ready to leave at lunch time and go down south to the big city, drop off Ron at the doctor’s, do some shopping meet up with A & K for dinner, head on home again, check on clients and answer a few emails, then zip back into the local town and head on to the fair because it was Loonie Night (all rides $1) in the spitting rain and darkening skies, with the big lure for me being all the pretty lights to take pictures of, then to fall into bed exhausted, tossing and turning in the humidity, only to get up and seemingly do it all over again, the phone ringing the emails flying, client emergencies, digging around servers, and going to my happy place, keeping insanely busy on the anniversary of my grandmother’s death where we just try not to think of it really, and then I remember I still haven’t called my mother let alone blogged and I remember I have a couple links to pass on to her anyway and might as well post them so here you go.

*whew* Yes, my days have been like that again. Again or still, I’m not sure.

So! Happy Birthday Week to my mom, who took the whole week off and is probably headed to my house right now to see if we’re okay.

Here’s a new blog I found that posts pictures and commentaries of cake disasters. I had to go read every single post, until I got to the one that started it all, which I know I sent my mom the link to when it hit the internet, and she had to call me and tell me how funny it was.

Also, because I have some real estate clients and I like the house market, I read this blog about really bad house listings. Especially the really bad pictures to go with them. (Good thing I read fast.)

Here’s to another year. Try not to pee while laughing.

Friday, June 27, 2008 in Them kids o' mine

Random conversation with smart-mouth kid

Me: “I wonder what else we can have with supper.”

Meaghan: “What are we having so far?”

Me, distractedly rummaging though fridge; “Pork things.”

Smart-mouth; “How about potato things?”