Yesterday afternoon I was relaxing my living room enjoying a few moments of quiet time with the baby while the boys were down for a nap. I was clicking away on my camera capturing an adorable shot of Poppy (the baby) with our cat Tripod when I noticed someone pacing back and forth in front of our home. This was not all that surprising as we did put our house up for sale six days ago and we have had plenty of drive-bys & walk-bys. So, I had gone back to ooohing and awing over my beautiful baby girl when read more…

There was a time after the birth of my first son when I indulged in a little bad, daytime TV. When I say bad, I mean the worst. Yes, I would sit for an hour each afternoon and watch The Young & The Restless. Nikki, Victor, Sharon, Phyllis, Nick, Victoria, Jill, Jack, etc, I knew them all; all the plot lines, all the marriages, the divorces, the comas (Genoa City is a dangerous place) and the revenge plots. Embarrassingly, I was eyeball deep in the bubbles baby One of my favourite parts of watching a soap was seeing new characters read more…

Last year my Husband had a very man moment and told me he wanted HDTV for the Super Bowl. His father was flying in from Calgary and he was having a few friends over and suddenly our 42″ LCD TV with no High Definition became a very shameful thing. I looked at him like he was crazy and was ready to totally shoot him down until he explained that getting an HDTV digital cable box also meant I would get a PVR. So, I did what any self respecting wife would do, I broke down and let him think that read more…

Today while cruising with my two children in my new minivan, I happened to spy a little squirrel heading our way out of the corner of my eye. I slowed down as the squirrel darted into the street, it quickly changed it’s mind and high tailed it back and just as I was about to start going again, the man behind me leaned on his horn good and hard. I looked into my rear view mirror to find a middle aged man in a Range Rover gesticulating at me. I waved my hand out the window to indicate that I read more…

I love fashion ads and I know it is weird, but when I see a thick Vogue magazine my eyes bulge out and I can’t get it to the cash register fast enough. It’s not because thicker means more editorial content, no, it’s because thicker means more high-end advertising and I love me some high-end fashion ads. It is the beginning of August which means we are mere weeks away from the best Vogue magazine of the year… The September Issue. Otherwise known as the annual fashion bible, it’s like Anna Wintour’s yearly smack down of the print media world. read more…