Nattering Nic ← I'm just a run-on sentence

The Ring 4

Mar

2013

J. and I were practically kids when we got married. I was 24, he was 23. We were fresh out of university and living in a zero-room apartment. Even though we knew we wanted kids, having them seemed to be in a time far, far away. About midway through our wedding planning, we realized ...

Tweeting ’bout the Oscars. 4

Feb

2013

Forget Seth “We Saw Your Boobs” McFarlane or the surprise (unnecessary?) appearance of FOTUS Michelle Obama. The real Oscars® highlights were on Twitter. I love joining my fellow Tweeps for a good ol’ live tweet event. And, as with any Hollywood event, us “common folk” thrive on the missteps of the glitterai. There misfortune ...

Bringing our kids to the music 2

Feb

2013

“Don’t live your life around the kids – make the kids part of your life.” My hair dude have me this piece of advice when I was pregnant with The Pud. Best piece of parenting advice we’re received. Pud has been everywhere – museums, NHL games, MLB games, White Castle. (OK – White Castle…not our ...

Everybody Poops – AKA, My Colonoscopy 4

Feb

2013

In Ontario, the third Monday is designated as “Family Day.” A day dedicated to spending a winter’s day enjoying the people we love the most. Yesterday, I spent preparing for a colonoscopy…because two of the people I love (my Mom and my late Nanny) were struck by colon cancer. The benchmark is a colonoscopy at ...

Gross Love 11

Feb

2013

You know that scene where Demi Moore is at the pottery wheel making a bowl and Patrick Swayze comes up behind her and puts his hands on hers? Yah? Well, of course you do…that scene is epic in the Rom-Com world. (And if you don’t, you must be under 25. Go download the movie ...

Obama Day. AKA – My favourite Pud story ever. 3

Jan

2013

2009 had already been a long year – and it was only January 20th. It was cold, it was snowy and our city was in the midst of a bus strike. All of the elements combined turned our 30 minute communte into a 2 1/2 hour trek home. EyeGuy was out of the office so ...

Sweet, funky release 12

Jan

2013

…gotta buy diapers, the bathroom floor is disgusting, where the hell is the hydro bill, Pud’s winter boots reek, should I make a dessert or an api for Saturday, I’ve got to put that dentist appointment on the calendar, the car is way overdue for an oil change, is the PVR set to record Parenthood, ...

Frozen By Fear 10

Jan

2013

I can’t skate. It is not for lack of trying. When I was 8 and Craf-T was 6, my parents signed us up for skating lessons. Craf-T was quickly gliding across the ice while I still clung to the boards. At the conclusion of the season, each skating class participated in a “Wizard of ...

My Faves of 2012 15

Jan

2013

2013! Mmmm…I love the fresh, unblemished feeling that comes with a new year! MamaKat (my fave Writer’s Workshop BTW) has prompted us to complete the “Faves of 2012″ template from the Momsmack. As I love filling out questionnaires (seriously…need a census filled out? I’m your gal) I jumped on this prompt Kris Kross style. Favourite ...

The Smartphone and Cheese-In-A-Can Equation 5

Jan

2013

I have an addictive personality. Tuesday night Pud and J. introduced me to the game “Ticket to Ride.” Pud got the board game version for Christmas but J. has been playing it on my iPad since August. By Friday I had beaten J.’s highest score. Am I a “Ticket to Ride” ingenue? Um. No. ...

Mrs. Russell’s Rice Krispie Christmas Treats 2

Dec

2012

I spent yesterday in the kitchen rocking out heaps of Christmas cookies. We’re talking Dulce De Leche Cheesecake bars, whipped shortbreak, Rum N’ Toffee cookies, cherry shortbread and Cookie Dough Truffles. (Booyah Mrs. Claus…beat that!) But top on my list of “Cookies Nic must make or it just won’t be Christmas” was Mrs. Russell’s Rice ...

Typical Saturday Morning 25

Dec

2012

I’m awake. Never fails. A Saturday when I have a jam packed day of errands, meet-ups and grandiose supper plans, my body wakes me up at 5:30AM. Adrenaline? Nerves? Who knows. But it is freakin’ annoying. I’m just going to lay here and enjoy the quiet. Dammit. I have to pee. Forget it. I’m not ...