There’s No Cat in Christmas
The most wonderful time of the year? I beg to differ. If it was so wonderful, I would be invited to participate in it.
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It Never Rains in California
If you’re old enough, you might recognize today’s title as a song lyric from the 1972 soft rock hit, It Never Rains in Southern California. Albert Hammond wrote and sang it. And if you know the song, it goes on to say: It pours, man, it pours.
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A Room With A View
From my new writing space, all I see is corn, hay, more corn, trees, and more trees. There is a neighbour a km or so away, but I can’t quite make out their house. This is the road less traveled but there is a streetlight across from our home. It’s a little bit of civilization in a pretty remote area.
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Saving Face
When Scott Taylor and I started White Hat PR, we knew we’d have to prove ourselves. We both come from journalism backgrounds so it’s really a matter of flipping what we know around and using it to our clients’ advantage.
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Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #8
I love Father more than treats, my bacon toy or kibble. Perhaps you know the history, perhaps you don’t. Mother adopted me on her birthday a few years ago. She waited for me to get well because when we met, I was wearing an ugly cone and experiencing some gastric distress. When I finally came home with her and laid eyes on Father, I knew I’d found my protector and BFF for life. Mother says tiny hearts flew up like sparks between us. But I have to confess that I’ve developed a crush on another man.
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55 Hours for Hope
Since quitting my radio job, Rev. Kevin George is one of the people I miss seeing the most. His weekly visit to the CJBK roundtable was a delight. His Twitter handle, @itsjustkevy, says a lot about who he is.
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Preventable Boom
One drunk driver caused an awful lot of chaos, terror, and destruction in London last week.
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Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #3
There is nothing left in this house except the things that belong to me. My scratching post that looks like a bent toilet brush, my basket of toys and brushes. Best of all, my fuzzy, puffy pouf and of course, my food. I must face the fact that we are camping now. The furniture upon which I leave my fur is now but a memory. These humans cannot be reasoned with. Take note of my facial expression. This air mattress has no give!
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Toothy Grins
I’d never really thought about how teeth form before I saw this. I’m not posting to it, but linking, because, well, it might haunt you!
…Crank My Tractor
Probably thousands of times on hundreds of drives Derek would lament that he didn’t own a tractor.
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At Two With Nature
Have you ever wondered how much more time you would spend outside if it wasn’t for the Internet? Me neither. I’m too busy viewing nature photos online.
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Crown and Thistle
I had a faint memory in the back of my mind of an unfamiliar bar somewhere closer to Hamilton from where we lived in Smithville. The fragments of this memory didn’t come together until I drove along Highway 3 instead of the 401 to my Mom’s house one weekend.
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SharonStock VIII
The annual Botten-and-cousins-fest happened over the weekend. This is the one whose early, backyard days in Sharon, ON brought some of York Region’s finest in uniform to cap the noise.
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Home Again
I’ve been enjoying the gentle purr of Miss Sugar, who seemed to have truly missed me! She greeted me with outstretched paws and a nuzzle. That’s over-the-top for a cat.
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I (Wasn’t) Born in a Small Town
I love small towns! Back when I rode my own motorcycle, Derek and I would pick a town hosting a festival and point in their direction for a weekend excursion. It’s a sweet, simple (but not easy) thing when a community comes together with a common goal.
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This Ol’ House – Nearly There
When we last left our 80-year-old bathroom, a contractor was due to start tearing out the cultured-marble shower and replacing it with subway tile. It’s happening!
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