Thursday, October 29, 2009
This whole Halloween thing has me a little riled up (internally).
Yesterday at the grocery store the clerk asked me if we were taking Elsie out for Halloween.
An innocent question—which had the potential to be answered with corresponding simplicity. Like ‘Yes!’ Or even ‘No!’ Or to elaborate just a wee bit, ‘Not this year.’ All [...]
Elsie lies beside us indicating that she is ready to face the day. Her not so subtle hints: constant animal like movements in every direction. Splayed on her back then quick on her knees rocking like an eager puppy; now back into downward dog chanting doo-be-doo-be-doo, then summersault back to prone. Repeat.
The best part is [...]
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Dear Elsie,
We have made a change. Where once I lulled you to sleep through swaddling and rocking in my loving embrace, now I just hurl you into your crib and walk away, oblivious to your pained howling.
Not quite true, but that’s how it feels doesn’t it? Change is like that; it feels wrong.
Let me [...]
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First off, Happy Canada Day! Happy July! Happy sweet summer, which is starting off very wet.
But I like rain. In fact the rain seems to be bringing a drop of calm into our household. Diluting the stress maybe.
For example, Elsie was successfully ‘babysat’ this weekend, which meant Simon was able to come to my Vran [...]
I think the Koodo phone sales guy was flirting with me. I’m always a little surprised by flirtation because I feel like such a Mom (and in no way a MILF)…with the stains on my clothes and the greasy hair. Apparently that’s hot? Anyway, Koodo phone sales guy, Jordan, says: “Do you work out like [...]
FOR THE WEEK OF JUNE 7-13
WHAT I’M READING: Various plays which I am reading critically as I ponder my own. I started with Joan MacLeod’s Shape of a Girl, a one woman show about an angry teen obsessed with girl on girl violence. I will now shift my attention to writing homeschooling curriculum so Elsie [...]
The wave of perfume hits me. Hard. This lovely (and when I say lovely, I mean elegant and carefully assembled) elderly woman (and when I say elderly, I don’t mean a woman of 63, as per the radio’s offensive suggestion) sits down to drink her latté, paperback in hand. I have to know what she’s [...]
I decided Elsie and I needed a good dose of optimism. So we positive-self-talked our way into the afternoon. It was effective until I starting thinking about my ultimate frisbee game and how much I hate team sports. Rewind.
The tale.
Simon’s walking down Kipling with Elsie (as per the photo) listening to his ipod.
A dude wearing moonboots with the physique of someone who plays dungeons and dragons (explains Simon) passes him doing the same.
Suddenly dude shouts out, “You don’t wanna know that looks like!”
Simon, unfazed by hecklers, yells back, “What? Like [...]
