Funny Review Time: Jord Wood Watch

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I like wooden things: tables, desks, trees. Sometimes even toothpicks if I have corn-on-the-cob stuck in my teeth. (Clarification: The kernels, not the cob, though I suppose I might need a toothpick—or a pickaxe—if I got an entire cob stuck between my teeth.) And now I also like wooden watches. Who knew? Not I, until I actually opened one of the dozens of "Dear Blogger: Will you please hock my product for me?" emails I get each month. I replied yes. I rarely say yes. I said yes to JORD watches because the email was personable, because I used to love watches, and … [Read More...]

What Easter Looks Like With Tweens

Easter looks different—perhaps even better—when your kids are older, not passing out in parental-induced sugar comas. This past weekend, I found myself remembering Easters of years past. There was the time (last year) when the Easter Bunny hid chocolate eggs in the dishwasher ... and I discovered this after the 140-Fahrenheit water ran through it. This year, Easter celebrations promised little … [Read More...]

The Worst Toys of 2014

It's my fifth annual list of the Worst Toys of the Year. I wish my job of selecting these was getting harder, but it remains as easy as making fun of a Kardashian. Here, then, are the Top 7 Worst Toys of 2014: What do you think? What are this year's worthy toys? horrific ones? What were your favourite toys from your own childhood? … [Read More...]

An ALS Ice Bucket Challenge – Batman Style

I'm not sure what possessed me to don a partial Batman suit. My children's future therapists can figure that out. But, late as always, I decided to partake in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge, not only because Clay Morgan challenged me to, but also because my paternal grandfather died from ALS. Watch it. Then donate. If not to ALS, to somewhere. Twenty-four … [Read More...]

Remembering a Century and a Legacy: Grandpa

One hundred years ago today, one of my favourite men was born: Walter William Rasmussen. My grandpa is the namesake of my son, William Walter; the patriarch of all things witty; and my connection to Norwegian heritage and baseball. At his funeral nearly seven years ago, one of my cousins recalled how Grandpa was the first person in the community in the 1980s to install a satellite dish (about … [Read More...]