Grease me up, lunch lady Doris.
A few weeks ago I read about a group that had formed to stop parents from oversharing about their children on facebook. Some people do not like seeing pictures of kids with food smeared all over their bodies, or receiving constant updates related to barf and poo. Fair enough, but did they really need to form a protest group? Continue reading
I took four at-home pregnancy tests on May 31, 2013 but was not entirely convinced by the evidence…
I counted to five while urinating and then waited the required minutes before looking at the pee-soaked stick. WTF? I could not believe my eyes: two solid blue lines. Continue reading
by Lorrie
I dumped my McDonald’s cheeseburger into the garbage with disgust. Feeling very hungry, I had ordered two cheeseburgers during a quick stop on our road trip to the cottage, hoping that they would provide me with a bit of protein. All the same, I simply could not consume the second cheeseburger, which tasted like cardboard and contained a small hard white lump (of something?) in its first bite. As a parent of young children, I am aware that McDonald’s hamburgers are not processed in a safe manner. According to a Facebook post by Jillian Michaels, they actually contain ammonia. I am ashamed to admit that my family and I still occasionally (although rarely) go to this fast food chain. Why you may ask? Probably for the same reason that other parents go. Continue reading
Picture of Mount Robson taken with my cell phone.
My partner and I are driving west, toward the Okanagan Valley in British Columbia, listening to a Sirius XMU Program called Gorilla versus Bear (http://www.gorillavsbear.net). Most of the new/independent music that the kids are listening today sounds like watered down hits from the 80s to me, but I am probably just showing my age. In any case, as we head into wine country, the satellite radio keeps going in and out, its signal blocked by magnificent mountain ranges like the one shown here. My LSP and I must resort to amusing ourselves the old-fashioned way—no, not that you perverts. We discuss age-old questions that have long puzzled humanity: Who would actually win the battle between a gorilla and a grizzly bear? [I vote bear]. Wonderwoman vs Thor? [That’s pretty obvious]. But how about a Big Mac vs a hamburger grown from the stem cells of a dead cow’s shoulder? I vote for the laboratory version. Oh wait, since both kinds of artificial meat are produced in a lab, I should be more specific. My money is on the stem cell Schmeat. Continue reading
Bags are unloaded directly onto the tarmac in Fort Chipewyan.
We like to be free in this country
—Alexandre Laviolette, 1897, Chipewyan minor chief and negotiator of Treaty 8 at Fort Chipewyan
I am sitting on a tiny plane bound for Fort Chipewyan, Alberta, admiring the letter that Alexandre Laviolette wrote to the police authority in 1897, indicating that his people would not stand for any infringement on their hunting and fishing rights. “I think myself a man same as you, and I would not step back for your gun.” Continue reading
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