The Empty Seat On My Patio Swing

I’m searching for her again. It’s so unlike me to do this, but I look for her. I’m frustrated because I don’t feel her presence. I haven’t obviously because she’s been gone for over a year now, but still, I search. Human beings are funny, odd creatures aren’t we? Perhaps it’s all living creatures. My … Continue reading The Empty Seat On My Patio Swing

My Teenager Is Turning Me Into A Scary Clown And Even I’m Terrified

So, it looks like I’m going to go ahead and purchase a beat up, creepy as fuck, old, rusted out ice cream truck that I found on Kijiji for $3,000…Canadian. A helluva deal. Backfires and smokes like a chimney but it still runs, so I have no complaints. I think an infamous criminal society used … Continue reading My Teenager Is Turning Me Into A Scary Clown And Even I’m Terrified

Today Marks 20 Years of Wedded…Well Now I’m Not Quite Sure What to Call This, Can I Buy A Vowel?

So, today is Clem’s and my 20th wedding anniversary, and not to be forgotten, the same for my folks. They’re celebrating 42 years this year. Way to go Mom and Dad! Wahoo! You’re still together after all this time! Ha! Wow! So I guess that means extra fish oil pills for the both of you … Continue reading Today Marks 20 Years of Wedded…Well Now I’m Not Quite Sure What to Call This, Can I Buy A Vowel?

One Year Later and the Pickle Jar Still Hasn’t Settled Yet

An update to The Pickle Jar Hasn’t Settled Yet. One year later and life’s still a bitch. One year ago, my younger sister lost her life to a ‘rare’ (I hate the word rare and I don’t like using the word hate, but this is definitely when I need to use one of my ‘strong … Continue reading One Year Later and the Pickle Jar Still Hasn’t Settled Yet

Why Camping Brings Out the Cousin Eddie in Me

Ahhh camping. Such a glorious adventure! All the nature, beauty and the promise of fond memories to reminisce about in the years to come. It brings the closest of families even closer, syncs humans with nature and quells the stresses of the everyday rat race we call life. Can you smell the roses? Such a … Continue reading Why Camping Brings Out the Cousin Eddie in Me