None of us is getting out of here alive; there's nothing more certain about life than our eventual death.
Some of us will have our lives ripped from our hands in an instant with nary a second to ponder our existence, while others, like Gord Downie, will be handed their death sentence and time. Months, days, and then seconds to grapple with the greatest question of all; did I live a life worth living?
When my daughter was little, back to school shopping meant heading out to a store of my choice to pick out her first-day-of-school outfit. Sure, I let her choose which outfit she preferred, but ultimately I was in control. I don't need to tell you that by age 10 (or sometimes even younger), our kids' fashion tastes are already deeply influenced by pop culture and social media. The problem is what they may want to wear, based on the lack of great online role models, may not be appropriate for their age and stage.
No matter what you’ve heard about nuts in the past, I’m here to tell you that size DEFINITELY matters. So does the feel of them. They should be dry and never oily, because ewwww, who wants to touch oily nuts? And if the nuts you grab aren’t fresh, then you haven’t been living my friend.
What? No, what did you think I was talking about? Sheesh, get your head out of the gutter, friends. This is a respectable website.
Angie Lynch is a Native Floridian without a tan, probably because she spends her days hard at work inside on the magical internet. For the past several years, Angie has worked way too hard at building clout as an influencer in food and margaritas as well as being a source for laughable pop culture commentary on her blog, A Whole Lot of Nothing. In addition to that nonsense, Angie recommends books on Smut Book Club, is a contributing writer to Mom.me, spreads the word of Awesome at We Know Awesome, and tries to be a very professional content creator for local business blogs. Stalk her properly on Twitter @alotofnothing and on Facebook.
If you’d told me 10 years ago that I would be a single mother with an online dating profile, I would have called bullshit and laughed at you. But here we are.
And, you guys, dating is not what it used to be.
NOT KIDDING: This spring, I was lying in bed re-watching Season 5 of Downton Abbey (SPOILER ALERT: it was the episode where Cousin Rose is asked on a dinner date) and simultaneously received a SnapChat from a guy I had exchanged a few texts with.
I hired a housekeeper even though I stay at home, and it was the best thing I've ever done. She comes every two weeks and takes care of the dusting, the floors, and the bathrooms. I love having a housekeeper, and I am going to keep her.
Now... how did that make you feel?
Did you turn your nose up at me? Are you jealous? Do you think I'm rich and entitled and spoiled, sitting on my duff and making someone else do my dirty work? Perhaps you just think I'm lazy, or a bad mom, or a terrible housewife.
This summer, I have company coming from France FOR ONE ENTIRE MONTH! Besides being excited to spend time with family I rarely see, I’m looking forward to playing tour guide and local know-it-all. It’s become tradition to take visitors to every place we love within a two-hour(ish) radius of home base in the Greater Toronto Area.