The young ones are tasting freedom for another season.
Month: June 2010
A strange phenomenon is sometimes popping up on the shoulders of better-dressed women and I feel it is my duty to address it!
We saw and heard it all over the weekend: the peaceful protests and the self-described anarchists called the Black Bloc, as the G20 leaders came to Toronto.
Does anything ever go as planned? The trick is to be flexible enough to roll with it when your plans take on a will of their own.
We live next to a little strip mall. It’s mostly good. It’s clean, there is no pool full of screeching children and we don’t have some of the troubles that can come with bad neighbours.
Me…and…my…shaaaadow! My Honda Shadow, that is!
I felt the earthquake alright but I shrugged it off.
Welllll, it’s going to be a long road!
This is an admittedly terrible picture of my new bike but when I last saw it, it was still parked on the showroom floor.
On Saturday morning I dropped by Derek’s broadcast remote at Forest City Honda to bring him a bagel and coffee.
When we last left our saga, some of the radiant in-floor heating tubes had been damaged. (cue dramatic music!)
I recently gave up my beloved BlackBerry and switched to an iPhone. My husband had leaped over this technological chasm, and once I could no longer send him peer-to-peer messages, I followed.
A long time ago, either with my pal Charlene or my pal Karen, I saw an Eiffel Tower in a store in Toronto.
Quebecor has announced it’s putting together a sort of Fox News North – a 24 hour TV channel because, my inner sarcastic voice says, the other ones have worked out to be soooo popular.
He must be commended for taking it very well.
And now, another instalment of words that make me go “hmmm”. Newswriting is a tricky business. It’s usually done to the fast ticking of a clock to deadline which is why editors are so important.
Sometimes a meeting is an exchange of information. More often it’s just held because it’s expected. Sometimes it’s necessary. More often, it’s not.
Our backyard now features a concrete pad that’s big enough to serve as a neighbourhood roller-skating rink. But it won’t get that chance!