Category Archives: On the Move

I’m All Over the Isle of Man

I’m all over The Isle of Man today.

Not the place, the blog.

Yes, Kevin Haggerty, a fabulous new-ish blogger out of Virginia, interviewed me. It’s worth a trip over to his blog to read his questions, which had me laughing so much I spit tea onto my keyboard. I also guarantee that you’ll learn something new about me that you never actually wanted to know.

If you’re still not convinced to get the click over there, there’s some lovely IYKWIMisms for those who play with me.

Go read it (click the image above), then subscribe to Kevin Haggerty’s blog and follow him on Twitter. He’s a dad-to-be, he’s hilarious, and he teaches middle school English. What’s not to like?

See you in the comments.

For Those Who Need a Laugh on Valentine’s Day

I’m anti-gush, which makes the saccarine overtones of Valentine’s Day hard for me to stomach.

But last Thursday, I got my hair chopped so I’d look slightly more like my avatar. I saw this sign outside my salon.

Just the Ewok Once-Over, Please

Last Thursday was also the day my humor column appeared in The Calgary Herald. It’s not sappy. Promise.

The Sharp End of Cupid’s Arrow

The column begins:

Cupid needs an update, a 21st-century makeover courtesy of an exhausted mother. Instead of a bow and arrow, I’d equip him with a semi-automatic weapon…

Click the red link above to read the rest.

I hope you can find something to laugh at today. Or someone. I’m okay if I’m that someone.

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In the anti-gush spirit of this day,
what’s your worst (or most hilarious) Valentine’s Day story?
Alternatively, would you go for a Wookie wax?

The Superbowl, Melodrama, and Triple Jump

It’s time for some Triple Jump: to hop, skip and jump to other posts I’ve written this week.

Over at NickMom, Nickelodeon’s hilarious humor site, I’ve written this:

How Throwing a Kid’s Birthday Party is Like The Superbowl

Over at Stuff Kids Write, I’ve posted one of Vivian’s melodramatic notes that simultaneously pulls on my heart strings and makes me giggle. Yes, I’m that mom.

When Your 7-Year-Old Is As Melodramatic As a Teen

Feel free to comment at either site.

Thanks for participating in  some track and field with me. May your weekend be filled more laughter than melodrama…and may you not hurt your ankle triple jumping.