Going to a cottage this long weekend to sip cocktails by a shimmering lake? That's fantastic! While you're doing that, I will be cleaning out my garage as my kids splash around in our classy micro pool/toy bucket. Sigh.
Here's something to make this stellar weekend even better. It's a slacker secret, so don't spread this around...
I come from a family of cards. We're rarely serious. When it comes to marking special occasions, I don't think I've ever bought a sappy or sentimental card in my life. It's all about the novelty greeting card. Find the ugliest, most ridiculous, cheesy card and I'll happily put my (hall)mark on it.
Take this card my mom bought for my brother's birthday last year.
May 5th is the day for shaking your maracas while spilling salsa on your shirt; otherwise known as Cinco de Mayo. I tried to come up with a unique spin on a mexican dish, but all I could come up with was Cinco de Mayonnaise.
This is why I'm going to ride the apron strings of REAL foodies by sharing their delicious Cinco de Mayo recipes with you instead.
This story may fall under the TMI category, so if you’re offended by feminine hygiene, this post is not for you. I love a good party; in particular, the planning and excitement preceding it. I know what to “do” to ensure a successful event, but I will happily share a whopper of a “don’t” when I come across one.
Here’s a doozy:
A few years ago, I attended a quaint dinner party hosted by a friend (who shall remain anonymous or I'll be strung up by my high heels).
My friend definitely puts the fun in FUNdraiser. Binu added a very special (and ridiculously awesome) touch to a recent fundraising event. The Hard Hats and Halos gala was held in support of Walls of Hope—a grassroots organzation based in Oakville, Ontario whose goal is to help families who are trying to help themselves. By transforming homes, they help restore hope.
You don't have to be a "Tree Hugger" to appreciate healthier food and drink choices. With Earth Day activities going on all over the country, here are a few organic and inexpensive libations to enjoy with guests this weekend!
* If you live in Ontario, you know about the LCBO (aka Candyland for grown-ups). I found these libations there, all well under $20 each.
Do you know what special holiday occured last Monday? Not Easter. Well, yes Easter, but I'm talking about a different, slightly more obscure holiday...
I am the child of pranksters, I married a jokester and my children appreciate the sheer magic of a whoopie cushion. I am a blessed fool.
This is why April 1st brings such joy to our home. We've pulled off a few golden pranks over the years but none compare to the genius of these. But first...
If you know me, you’re painfully aware of my love of puns and lust for alliteration. It’s genetic.
In lieu of a post about Easter party games or recipes, here are a few of my favourite Easter inspired jokes. I plan on cracking these out during our annual family brunch. On the menu; waffles, eggs, coffee and...a healthy serving of pun-cakes with maple syrup.
This post is about the most popular social media culture since the dawn of the internet, the almighty Twitter.
In this digital kingdom there are gods who anoint their followers with their holy klout. Disciples retweet the wisdom of their ministers with a blind faith that has them believing every tweet is the gospel truth (Jon Bon Jovi is indeed still alive and well by the way). And of course, there are sinners who spam and spew forth criticism and judgment.
Did you find out the gender of your baby before the big arrival? Our first child’s sex was a happy surprise. For our second, I wanted to know...my spouse did not. So I found out and took a pledge of tight-lipped-ness. Mum’s the word. When our daughter was born, my husband was shocked – that our baby was a girl AND that I was actually able to keep a secret.
St. Patrick’s Day is only a hop, skip and a jig away, so grab your shillelagh and let’s get this party started.
Saint Patrick, patron saint of Ireland, is best known for having driven the snakes out of Ireland. Nicely done Pat. I hate snakes, but I love snacks...
Whether you're Irish or not, St. Paddy's Day is a smashing reason to throw a party.
You could go the traditional route and serve all-things-green.
If you’re heading south for March Break, please bring me a jar of sand, won’t you? Or better yet, don’t bring me anything and instead when you return from your relaxing vacation, lie to me and say you were simply cross border shopping in Buffalo for the week. As for your bronze glow? I’ll just convince myself you bought a Groupon deal for a spray tan. I jest. I’m happy for you. Well, I am deep down. Deep deep down under my parka.
Am I going away for the March Break? Why no, I am not.
Hosting an Oscar party this year? Here's something boozy and catty and FUN that will ensure your bash lives on and on in your guests' minds forevah! {Read that line in your most dramatic voice....really channel your inner Glenn Close}.
The other night my husband and I went out with friends. We danced and laughed as though we hadn’t a worry in the world. It was like old times, before life became serious. At one point my husband grinned at me and said, “Lisa’s back!” I knew exactly what he meant.
The poor guy thought he was marrying Good Time Gloria. What he didn’t bargain for was my alter ego, Doomsday Doris. That girl can fret like nobody’s business.
What’s hot, sweet and all worked up into a frothy lather? Either YOU, you romantic minx, or the Valentine’s Day coffee you whipped up for your luvah. *If I ever called my husband “luvah” he’d look over his shoulder to see who I was talking to....
Whether you end a romantic meal with a steamy, creamy cuppa joe savoured in front of a roaring fire or you just want to create a little something special for a Valentine’s brunch, coffee drinks are always a sweet treat.
Little Boy Blue come blow your horn. On second thought, go away and take that bloody horn with you.
I hate the colour blue. I don't usually, but this time of year the colour blue is a sad SAD colour. Did you know the third Monday (typically) of January is officially the most depressing day of the year? That's right friends, it's Blue Monday.
I burn easily.