Still alive, albeit hibernating

I thought I’d update my blog, if only so I could see if there are any cool themes to play with since I last logged in to WordPress. I am still alive, although you wouldn’t know it from my sporadic posts on here.  I suspect it has to do with my winter hibernating schedule. It…

Wearing my (red) poppy proudly

Today, I’m wearing my poppy with pride. Or as much pride as one can muster with tape on the end of the pin so it doesn’t slide out of my shirt. My boob has a tendency to reject poppies, but I think it’s more a matter of logistics than any beliefs in pacifism. A number…

Rob Ford and my life as a comic strip artist

What we’ve come down to at my house: wondering what the difference is between cocaine and crack cocaine. As a self-confessed goody-two-shoes, I only know a little bit about drugs. Most of that has been gleaned from repeats of the Trailer Park Boys. So to have the mayor of a major Canadian city confess to…

Day of the Turkey Bird

I am one tired turkey bird, full of turkey bird and even smelling like turkey bird. Today, for some silly reason, I decided to make a turkey dinner, do all the laundry (including hanging some outside), put clean sheets on my bed, do an assignment for my Literacy Practitioner Training, write a column for Miramichi…

Fall = heaven

I am a huge fan of fall. I love it almost as much as baklava, coffee, and books. The forecast for the Thanksgiving weekend is nothing but sun, sun, sun—and babies. The newest family member was born this week, all healthy and seven pounds. I now have a little nephew to spoil. I haven’t seen…

Surviving the long daily commute

I spend two hours in my car every weekday. Yes. Every. Single. Weekday. I have a 150 kilometre trip to and from work. This is hardly anything new for me. My odometre reads 112,000 and some odd clicks; I only bought it in 2009. Poor Scarlett has seen a lot of miles (well, Canadian kilometres)…

I’m a big fat cheater

It’s true. I’m a cheater. And here’s the evidence. I’ve been found out. There were traces of my infidelity: a little fur on my pants, a hint of perfume that speaks of dander and barn. It all started innocently enough. A few treats began a romance that has her running every time she hears my…

No longer gluten free (gluten reduced, sometimes)

It should come as no surprise that I fell off the gluten wagon (or is that the gluten free wagon?) The experiment lasted only about three weeks. I suspect I don’t have a gluten sensitivity. I really didn’t notice a huge difference in my health after nixing wheat and its cousins for a few weeks….

The more things change, the more things stay the same

How is it going? I am still alive.  I’m also delighted to be among the proletariat once again, even if it involves getting up at the ungodly hour of 5:15AM.  Thank goodness for coffee.  It puts enough caffeine into my system to get me to work, which is an hour away.  Once there, I drain…

It’s the final long weekend of summer

I feel far less guilty enjoying Labour Day Weekend knowing I have been labouring all summer and will be labouring all fall! Yes, I have full-time work for 4 whole months—and even more importantly, I will be working in my field! (Cue post with excessive exclamation points.) I am finishing off a maternity leave until…

Last week of work

I have one “official” week left of my summer job. There’s extra hours left in my job grant, so I’ll be able to earn a few more dollars writing a bang up final report. (Otherwise, I would’ve had to do it in 4 hours, which would have been mostly cutting and pasting from last year’s…