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So Long, Young Lady

Who?

Her name was Sjoerdtje; most people in Canada called her Sharon. We called her Beppe. Continue reading

Fishing Expedition

You Just Have To Use the Right Bait

This blog gets a fair bit of traffic; a lot of the movement is due to spam, which I find hilarious. I remember when I first started and spam was very obvious. Now spam comes in the form of carefully crafted (yet generic) compliments in the comments section.

The funny thing is that almost all of these comments are left here. Things like “I really like your point of view” and “this is a very well written blog” kind of stick out like a sore thumb on a page that’s all about pictures of beer labels.

Duh

Heartbreaking

Today My Daughter Broke My Heart…

Little J acted out because she’s desperately trying to walk the tightrope of acceptance. It’s obvious that she acted in a way that she probably thought would earn her some cred with the “alpha” kids. While not explicitly saying it that way, she did explain her behaviour to me and that is how I understood it.

It reminds me of my own childhood: fighting the fight within where you either stay true to yourself or sell out and feel that elusive sense of belonging.

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The Big Picture

Cart Calls Kettle Black

I was out shopping at the local Loblaws earlier this evening. I deposited my groceries in the trunk of my car and then rode the shopping cart back to the cart deposit area. I’m not sure if any of you have ever done this, but it involves a steady grip on the bar while “skateboarding” the shopping cart and then hunching over and placing both of your feet on the supporting structure over the rear wheels.

It’s fun.

As I was doing this, I saw a guy get out of his car. He was a TTC driver that I had seen before, driving a local bus; I recall him having a good sense of humour. As I walked back from putting away my cart, he commented, “I can’t believe I just saw a grown-ass man do that.” He chuckled.

I laughed, and motioned around the parking lot (there were a whole bunch of carts lying around), “At least I put my cart away.”

He nodded. “That’s true. I’ll give you that. “

As I drove away, I saw him, skateboarding his own shopping cart towards the front doors of the supermarket. As I honked my horn and gave him the thumbs up, he pumped a fist in the air and had a shit-eating grin.

Grown-ass man indeed.




Insight

Truth

Yesterday, my daughter said something to be that was very interesting; it was at the end of a conversation about the words stupid and ugly. I know that kids are smarter than we think, but Little J never ceases to surprise me with her insight…

Little J: Daddy?
Big J: Yes, sweetheart?
Little J: Ugly is a stupid word.
Big J: That’s very true.
Little J: Uh-huh.
Big J: And you know something else?
Little J: What, Daddy?
Big J: Stupid is an ugly word.
Little J: Yes. It is. I don’t like those words.