I logged in to my secondary email address this morning and a very disturbing sight greeted me. An advertisement popped up over top of my inbox, two rabbits in full tennis garb volleying a brain wearing thick rimmed black spectacles between them.
Umm. What?!
Now I studied marketing a bit when I was at school and I actually did my final presentation on Objectionable Advertising, advertising that offends and/or annoys in hopes of making an impression. I drew some[...]
Archive for September, 2008
1) Because when I have a mild fever and open up all the windows they can tell me that they’re cold before their lips turn blue or they run the risk of losing any of their extremeties.
2) When I say, “Here Becca, put this in the garbage please.” She knows what I mean. Love that.
3) The arrival of the dreaded period/in-your-face-you’re-not-pregnant-AGAIN can be met with loving hugs and hair strokes from my little girls after I tell them I’m[...]
5 Minutes for Mom is hosting a fabulous give away and I just couldn’t resist entering. I almost never enter such things because hey, some of us are just born losers, and living in the Middle o’Nowhere, BC, Canada, tends to disqualify me from most of them. This one though? Open to US and Canada, and all I have to do is post a picture of my sleeping child.
The picture popped into my head with startling vividness[...]
It didn’t come easy to me, that so often elusive domesticity. The first year of our marriage saw Neil wrinkling his nose at my scant culinary abilities; namely the preparation of pan fried chicken, soggy pasta with canned sauce and grilled cheese sandwiches. And though we’ve been married seven years now, it’s only in the last two or three that I’ve achieved anything like competency in the kitchen.
Note that I say competency and not excellence.
Other areas of home[...]
There is a zit on the end of my nose. And I have a cold. Enough said? For most people, probably yes, but I have a daily babbling quota that has yet to be filled.
Self-pity is running rampant around here this week and I just can’t seem to shake it. It’s that conglomeration of little things. Stubbed toes and banged elbows, the unexpected gush of water hitting a dish in the sink and just the[...]
Okay, so I know I whinge and whine about my abysmal self-confidence level far too often here (point made Kim, time to move on already), but really, a Daily Makeover newsletter? That’s a bit malicious, isn’t it? Even giving the benefit of the doubt here and assuming you were attempting to do me a favour, it was a bit heavy handed of you. You really think fashion tips from this year’s Emmy award winners are going to[...]
Christmas. It’s always been mildly traumatic for me. And no, it’s not that I’m mistletoe-a-phobic or otherwise afflicted by Christmas related paranoia (good guess though, it’s in character). Nor is it the stress of the season. I love the hustle and bustle, the lush smell of spiced cider simmering on the stove, the sweet strains of Christmas music. I love visiting family and giggling as I resist the urge to poke, prod, and shake my[...]
So I just wrote a worryingly whiny post about how tired I am. And then I hit a button I apparently ought not to have and the post disappeared before my eyes. I`ve decided not to be upset over this. Instead, I have a theory that perhaps this was the direct intervention of God on behalf of one, some, or all of my readers.
Perhaps my self-pity would have pushed someone over the edge, causing them to wallow[...]
…the oh so lovely Charette of Divergent Pathways!
And I’ve just remembered the one downside to doing giveaways. In this instance, the 40 people who fell in love with Erin’s beautiful and creative work and now have to face the bitter disappointment of not having won.
Umm…don’t hate me, okay?
Congrats to Charette! Please email me your mailing address and I’ll pass it along to Erin.
As for the rest of you, I’ll express thanks on Erin’s behalf for all your wonderful feedback![...]
The night before the wedding I had one of those dreams, you know the kind, where everything is so vividly real? I woke up feeling seriously disturbed by the events of the dream, trembling somewhat at the intensity of the emotions evoked by it. I attempted to tell Neil about it, but as I put it into words it just didn’t come out right.
“I had a weird dream last night. That I was discovered and presented with[...]
