One day this to will be gone. It's time to sweep this carcass under the rug and move on. It's been fun folks, but I must bid you all adieu.

The older I get the more difficult I think this whole parenting thing is going to be. Spending the weekend at home doesn't seem to be complete without some sort of challenge to over come. There is always a fight waiting to happen over something I feel is so incredible trivial, but some family member can't hide their disdain for the latest scheme or plan I come up with. This time it was about wanting to go to Las Vegas. Why or why would anyone want to go there? I quipped that I wanted to go to Sin City for the cheap whores and the gambling, that's all you can do in Las Vegas after all!



The older I get the more differences I notice between myself and my parents. Mostly the little things: how we spend time, what we want to eat, what we watch on tv, what we find fun and opinions on just about anything. It must be hard to look at your child and see a stranger staring back at you. Someone who seems so different from you, with only a past in common and struggling to find a new ground to bridge the differences.

Weird - Parents say kid's thong is just plain wrong

CBC Television - Snakes and Ladders

Snakes and LaddersAn actual (another?) CBC show that I like. At first I was thrown off by the unique shooting style, not as jittery as Blair Witch and not as smooth as dead pan. But, you soon become invovled in the story.

I think the perfect Valentine's Day card would go something like this "All the other cards were crap so I chose this one" and inside you could write whatever you wanted. If that card were available I would even be able to endure all the things that make me loath the cards in the first place, mainly all the hearts, red and pink, glitter and little pictures of Cupid which hauntingly resemble a mix of a fat poodle and your cousin. But alas, that card doesn't exist. It's just another BradCorp idea.

Rule of the Bone: Russell Banks - Reading a book like this makes me feel like I didn't do enough as a kid. I didn't grow dreadlocks, have some crazy tattoos etched on my forearm, or run away an life in Jamaica. But, it does make me thankful that I wasn't kicked out of my house when I was 14 and I didn't end up living with wanna be bikers and dealing ganja at the mall to preteens. It's not as though something is missing from my life, but don't you think it would have been cool to have a few more adventures while growing up. Some minor ones at least like the obligatory house party gone wrong when you parents leave for the weekend. The kind where the cheerleaders drink too much and vomit on the back lawn and someone is bound to hook up on your parents bed. Unfortunately my parents never left the house longer than a couple of hours and I never had the opportunity for such an event.



Banks wrote a compelling novel not entirely upbeat, but not entirely depressing sending you into a spiraling depression either. It made me think about my own life, and want to read as much as possible because I was never quite sure what to expect next.