My formative musical years, 1982-90, age 13-21 were an interesting time in music. I was entering high school with a giant white man afro, likely a velour shirt for some reason and Levi red tab jeans. I was six foot 3 and 204lbs, statistics I know from my football weigh in where I was quickly … [Read more...]
Thanks Ceelo
Man my post seem so benign compared to the fun time over at the infidelity section! My kids are infatuated with swear words. Both of them started off with the pees and poos but now, bless their arduous souls, they have graduated to the more graphic and descriptive words about intercourse and … [Read more...]
Where love dwells
It would be irresponsible of me, as a blogger, as a lover of words, as a husband, to not offer some coherent stringing of dedicated sentences to my best friend on her birthday. A birthday of significance I might add - a phrase I created to alleviate the particular sting this birthday number seems … [Read more...]
Film at 11
My boys, like most kids their ages, love movies. Not just the movie itself, but the act of getting together on the couch (or camping out on the floor), getting the comfy duvet from upstairs, filling the silver mixing bowl full of popcorn and hunkering down for 90 to 100 minutes of mindless escape. … [Read more...]
Under the influence
I called her my Nanny. She was my mother's mother and she lived in England, visiting maybe once every two years and staying with us for about three weeks at at time. She was round, with white curly hair and a huge heart. She had candy in her purse, a strong British accent and a huge heart. She … [Read more...]
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
I am sitting here at this very moment, after an especially tasty melange of bbq chicken, rice, celery, onions, yellow pepper, green beans and watching Hudson struggle with a speech on air pollution. It is 6:36 and we have been at it for about an hour and half now. An almost attentive … [Read more...]
Mis chicos
There is no doubt about it, the machinations of travel suck. And there is only one thing worse about the travel details of leaving for a destination. Coming back home. Delayed an hour out of Cozumel, we arrived back in Toronto at 3:30am this morning and arrived home by 4am. Hudson, ever the … [Read more...]
Jumping Beans
Our last vacation as a family outside of Northern Ontario was Florida almost two years ago and Jamaica six months before that (it was a good year). Tomorrow we embark on another family journey to Cozumel, Mexico and I am finally moving from casual whatever to OMG excited. Steph and Hud in … [Read more...]
Sweet Rebecca
There are times in my life, when I am desperately running for a bus that slowly peels away, or when my keys fumble out of my hand and fall behind the radiator, that I think I am simply unlucky. For about five steaming minutes I wallow in this pointless exercise of thought, believing for a sad … [Read more...]
He ain’t heavy
One of the many things I am grateful for as a parent is my ability to witness the relationship between my two sons. And by witness I sometimes mean tearing them apart to ensure they both live through the night, less they kill each other. So far so good: True brotherhood is foreign to me. As … [Read more...]