Category Archive: Ham & Cheese

News Flash

Clearly, I’ve already failed miserably at the one resolution I made to try and post once a day for every single day of this year. Despite the whole Mayan end of the world… Continue reading

If I Don’t Get Better Soon, all the Good Hobbies will be Gone

I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times I’ve said I can count something on the fingers of one hand. One of the greatest regrets and I’m sure… Continue reading

Naturally, The Russian Judge Gives a Low Score

Is it possible for a kitten to have Down’s Syndrome? What about some kind of profound autism? Perhaps I’m reading this all wrong, maybe he’s some kind of Savant. How would I know?… Continue reading

Where did it All Go Wrong?

Are you kidding me? . . . I’m not sure why… but these make me angry. Have a Great Day.

Life, Death & A Kitchen Design Tip

Hello 9/11 Survivors, Ok so, I have buckets to tell you but not tonight – it’s soooo late and I’m sooo tired. I had a bunch of tests today, including a big echo… Continue reading

“Won’t Bind Your Legs”

Sorry I haven’t posted for a couple of days, after we went back to school shopping for the kids, I figured I could probably use some new pants as well… what do you… Continue reading

Kindergarten, Totem Poles & Migrant Workers

Well, no doubt you’re aware I spent this labour day as I’ve spent every labour day since I was 5 – the year I entered Kindergarten….. conflicted. As a little tyke, I was… Continue reading

Slooooowly my brain leaks out my ears….

Part of the problem I’m fighting now is the boredom and utter lack of ambition, motivation, determination and numerous other words ending in “tion”. There’s been an overwhelming feeling of despair – frustration… Continue reading

Rattlesnakes, Monkeys & Massive Head Trauma

Hello, my goodness don’t you all look so wonderful today – doing something new with your hair? Maybe you finally get that one hinky tooth sticking out of your mouth like an olympic… Continue reading

Is Bobby Orr Injured?

I can’t understand why they refuse to play him… It’s Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right at center ice. He sits down,… Continue reading