When I told my fellow princess pals that I was going camping many gasped in horror, clutched my arm and said, “you’re so brave!” I tried to be casual about it, but inside I agreed, I really was brave. But was I crazy? What had I gotten myself into? What if my 5 year old…
Category: Laughing
Camping is not for Princesses – Part 1
My eyes are crumby and my fleece jacket is pockmarked with burn holes. My hair smells like cedar plank salmon. The air is cold but heavy with morning breath. The orange walls that cocoon me are slick with condensation. Droplets flick onto me as my husband struggles to get comfortable on the leaky air mattress….
If you’re superstitious and you know it…
Very superstitious. Writing’s on the wall. You don’t have to be a fan of Stevie Wonder to know that the professional sport is where the weirdest superstitions live, and fans are not exempt from this rule. I’m pretty sure accountants don’t wear the same underwear through tax season. But you only have to look at…
Hi, My name is Lucie and I’m a Shop-a-holic
At least that’s what my husband calls me, but I prefer the term, savvy shopper. My shopping skills were honed early on in the malls of suburbia, where my mother (a hard working farmer’s hard working wife) faced with having to get her 5 daughters ready for “back to school” would hand us 3 older…
Tag, You’re it!
Today I’d like to thank the members of the Academy (Deanna of A Mother’s Tonic, I’m talking to you) for granting me the auspicious honour of a Memetastic Award, which she assures me is the blogging equivalent of an Oscar. Yippee! Huffington Post, here I come – oh, wait a second… Memetastic sounds like something…
Oh Scratchy Night!
So in my eternal quest for the fountain of youth, early this year I ventured out to see a naturopath who came highly recommended to me. Doctor D., utilizing a combination of tiny vials of elixirs, my arm as a see-saw, and what I can only describe as hocus-pocus, concluded that I was allergic to…
Life and Times
I used to be smart and well read. My parents pretty much banned TV watching in the house when I brought home a C on my report card, so books were and remain my main form of escapism. I devoured books, in great big stacks, from the Little House on the Prairie series (how I…
I love you, you love me, let’s go all the way tonight
I hate Barney. I’m sure that to his fans, the purple dinosaur is a loveable guy, a real regular Joe. But the public broadcast quality taping of his Purpleness and his co-stars playing in perfect diversity, singing his “I love you, you love me” ode to free love in that annoying “my sinuses are all…
When does a freckle become an age spot?
Damn. Just when I was thinking my freckles actually made me look (a bit) younger, a not-so-good friend who shall remain nameless, pointed out that those marks on my face were actually age spots, aka liver spots, aka senile freckles. WTF? Digging through old photographs, I remember that, unlike Julianne Moore, I was not a…
Love Lucie 