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Showing posts with label boo. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Things that deserve the stink-eye:

Shook: (noun) emotionally or physically
disturbed; deeply upset. See above. 
being incapable of going on.

It matters not where it drops whether 5, 10, 638 seconds, whatever; shake off that feeling of powerlessness, pick up your ice cream, and carry on as before!

Aka life.

Friday, June 3, 2011

This is my hood?

Total bummer. Thanks a lot June. (April's evil twin.)
I hate to perpetuate a Canadian stereotype but yup, this is happening RIGHT NOW. (Don't choke on your cornflakes.)

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Teen Halloween


My daughter, the Ninja,
 with her unruly mustache
and penetrating gaze.
      I minored in Drama in university. My wife and I have both worked in amateur theatre. In other words, bad acting runs in our family.
     And now our spawn are continuing the tradition this teen Halloween. Let's just say, Inside the Actors Studio hasn't called yet.






 
My son, the bearded-lady
with a unibrow and a mullet.


Saturday, August 28, 2010

Hanging there. Looking smug.

     Maybe you've seen them too? Just hanging there. Looking smug. Smirking. Knowing they make us uncomfortable. Knowing what’s coming even before we can fully sense it. Daring us to ignore them. A little wave here and a little wave there like that neighbourhood bully we couldn’t ever seem to shake. Putting us in our place. Sort of mocking us. And definitely multiplying. Not even afraid to jump. Red. Yellow. Orange. Maybe even green but a little mottled by a touch of frost. You know what I’m talking about right?
     Yup. Autumn leaves. They’re gathering like a group of rowdies and haters at a concert nobody wants to end but they’re just waiting to boo summer’s final performance.
     Although the sunshine and heat have faded somewhat, we must remember something though. Summer is tough. And sometimes she won’t leave without a fight or at least a lively encore. I like it when summer goes a little “gangsta” and spits out a few 25 degree days here and there. Despite her tenacity though, it’s inevitable. Summer will lose this battle. Always does.
     Therefore, I must change along with the season and adjust my attitude. That's why I made a list of fantastic fall things. So I won't hate autumn. And it worked. Kinda.
1. A lot less sweating.
2. Not looking chunky in your bathing suit anymore.
3. Dead insects.
4. Pickles.
5. And yeah, uh, I can’t think of anything else.