Surviving 5 Kids and Fundraisers

Hello there, would you like to buy a $3 candy bar? How about seven pounds of frozen cookie dough? Not much of a sweet tooth, huh? That’s okay, how about a pepperoni roll, tickets to the pancake breakfast—or maybe the spaghetti dinner? Oh. You’re on a diet. I understand—I would be, too, if I didn’t have kids.  Maybe you would be more interested in a magazine subscription? Or a high-fragrance, flameless, candle substitute? Maybe a discount card that offers insignificant savings from places you rarely visit? Ooh, better yet, forget the card; I’m selling a whole discount book. Where are you going? Wait! Don’t forget to swing by the carwash so kids who have never washed a vehicle in their lives can scratch up yours! Just drop your spare change in the can on your way out!...more

Every year we have to sell raffle tickets for hockey. However, we have no family in the ...more

Surviving 5 Kids and a Job

I've recently entered the working world as an "Independent Distributor for Mary Kay, Inc.", which sounds so much better than “lipstick pusher.” My reasons for signing up are rather typical: I like the stuff, I want a discount on the stuff, and I have five kids wanting me to drop hundreds of dollars a month on extracurricular activities. The lure of an unachievable pink Cadillac doesn't hurt either, although I think I would need to request a pink 12-seater minibus, which loses a little appeal....more

Pregnancy & Hormones go together like Peas & Carrots

Part of the mom job is the never ending case of laundry:  the washing, drying, folding & putting away.  And repeat ad nauseum.  There was a stack of clothes laying on the boys stair case I asked to be put away.  The hubs agreed to help them so I continued doing whatever it was I was doing.  Considering I was nearing the end of my first trimester, it was probably a combination of getting sick or napping.  Several hours passed when I noticed the clothes were STILL on the stairs.  I stomped up stairs to confront the guilty boys (hubs and c...more

The Trouble With Twitter and Facebook Is Everyone Laughs At Your Cries For Help

What coded sentence could a normally funny person type into Twitter or Facebook to let people know to call the police as they REALLY are being mugged or murdered in their beds? Humour continues to save me. How else to stay out of the loony bin for trying to luggage tag recent life events, sticking them on an airplane, and with the express instruction to not return to sender?...more

A codicil

Okay, so if you've been hanging around this joint for the last few years, you've probably read about my final wishes once I've shuffled off this mortal coil.And I'm not even joking you....more

Relapse

That's how it was for me as well. When I was young, I felt out of sorts if I didn't go clubbing ...more

[365day Attitude] Refilling & maintaining your Muchness Pt 1

Earlier this week I couldn't help recalling this scene from one of my favorite stories, Alice In Wonderland: ...more

How to properly pull a dandelion, courtesy of one angry neighbor.

Dear Jealous Neighbor #$&!, I have noticed several dandelions growing in my yard, along your side of the property where it splits....more
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