The awesome life of Tasha...

This post should come with a warning label. Perhaps it should only be available wrapped in a paper sleeve... yes, we are going to get dirty. And I do mean dirty in the allegorical sense. Oh my. If you are a Puritan, if you are holier than thou, if you are basically just uptight and self-righteous, just stop reading, this one-sided conversation is about to get spicy. Last week, my will was broke. I spotted 50 Shades of Grey sitting prominently on display for sale. And on sale! I had to know what everyone was talking about. I nonchalantly walked passed the shelving and scooped up my copy. I quickly turned the book around, trying to hide my smutty choice. Not that any female over the age of 18 wouldn't recognize that cover, front or back, in an instant. I, like everyone, had heard that this book was dirty, so called "mommy porn". I had no idea what "mommy porn" would be, but still thought that maybe I should try and hide my choice from general public view.

The awesome life of Tasha...: Real Estate, Church Crescent and Pools. : New to the neighbourhood.... Thinking of moving into our neighbourhood? Well, you better check with Gus Grafos. He is definitely giving...

New to the neighbourhood.... Thinking of moving into our neighbourhood? Well, you better check with Gus Grafos. He is definitely giving our new neighbours the ol' cold shoulder. He is bitter. That was his house. We had made an offer on the same house they moved into. We didn't firm our offer when their offer came in, so we lost out and believe me, an eight year old can hold a grudge! (And yes, I tried to buy a house across the street from me! What can I say, it's a great crescent!) He mutters each time we pull onto our crescent and one of their cars is parked on the street. They have too  many cars, too many guests, and they need to stop parking on the street! Gus finds this disturbing. He would like them to restrict their vehicular action to their own stinkin' driveway. He has even sunk as low as to insult their dog, who happens to be a sweet looking little beagle. Gus claims the dog 'doesn't look too smart'. He has the idea that, given the oppor

The man cold has hit my house. Well, to be completely accurate, my place of business. As that is where I have been, along with the "very sick" Gus for the last 7 hours. Yes, I have had my "sick" son with me at work for SEVEN HOURS! Luckily for me (or him, however you look at it) he has been very low key, quiet, self sufficient,  with only the occasional burst of energy resulting in a corresponding outburst from me that bursts his little energy bubble. It was my idea to keep him home. I didn't want my kid to be "THAT" kid that gets everyone else's kid sick. So after a debriefing this morning, I established that he is the first in his class to come down with these specific set of symptoms. So, with no regard for my own sanity, I told Gus he could not go to school today and would have to stay with me at work for the day. Crazy, right?! Throughout the day, Gus has been asked by nearly every member that has come in after 9am "No school toda