The awesome life of Tasha...

Can you believe another school year is about to come to an end? I know I can hardly believe the little kidlettes are finishing up serving their 10 months’ hard time in the joints. Saying goodbye to teachers, textbooks and homework within a few short weeks! For me, June marks the last month that I will be the mother to an elementary school student. Come September the boy hits grade 9, off to secondary school and leaving those primary years behind. And I become the mom of an official teenager in high school. I am not sure how he is getting older… yet I seem to be remaining the same age?!    That very first day of junior kindergarten doesn’t feel like it was all that long ago. He was so cute, dressed in his little cargo shorts, nice button up, wee Nikes on his feet, and tying the whole look together with a Lightning McQueen backpack and watch; he was taking fashion to a whole new level. Although dressed to the nines and feelin’ fine before we got to the school, the day took a ...

W e once had a guinea pig. We got the guinea pig after my budgie was found belly up one morning. Although I didn’t do much else than complain about the mess and the noise of my beloved Bananas (the budgie), I missed the little guy when he met his end. Bananas was a “Fur & Feather” find from about 6 years previous, so as the Spring edition of the show was approaching, I was expecting to purchase another feathered friend. My first mistake was taking my son with me to the show. My second mistake was also taking my nephew along. We quickly bypassed all the cute little birds and bee lined it to furry creatures. And I wish that meant, a nice puppy, maybe even a little donkey or a goat (no one would notice a small barnyard animal living in my shed in my suburban crescent would they?).  But alas, no, we did not get a bird or even a puppy. What was it that so enthralled the boys? A guinea pig, that’s what. Sure, he was kinda creepy at first, a hairy rodent living in my house. B...

  I received my first “call from the principal” last week. He informed me that Gus had been in a fight. I am pretty sure my “I don’t give a @#$*” attitude surrounding the call did not go unnoticed.   However, I know my kid and if he got in a fight, well 1 of two things happened 1) his little fiery Greek temper reared its ugly head (that’s hereditary – so to be fair how can you get mad at a kid for his heritage??) or 2) someone really pissed him off. It seems it was the latter. It all had to do with a ball. I would venture to guess that this is what most 10 year old boys fight over; ball possession.   Seems the “victim” of this fight stole a ball and wouldn’t give it back when asked politely and then not so politely with a shove as he walked away. As it were, it came to fisticuffs. Later, when having the “talk” about the altercation, Gus explained to me, that after the first push by him, the other boy pushed him to the ground and started wailing on ...

Hot Topics!  Each night, before my eyes close for my much needed beauty sleep, I take glance at the CBC news app on my phone. I feel this is my way of staying abreast of things and being in the know. Not that I know all that much, most of what I learn is through the headlines. I figure I’m smart enough to figure out how the rest of the story goes from there.  This past weekend was no different from my other evenings.. I needed that one look to see what had transpired over the day throughout the world…. and this just added to the ambiance of my already craptastic weekend.  Guess who the top story was about? I imagine you could take two guesses and get it right. No, it wasn’t Justin Bieber, but yes, it was our other infamous Canadian, Rob Ford. Sends a shiver through me even saying the name in my head.  Seriously, can we just get rid of this buffoon? The story, of course, was about how RF was trying to have the Rainbow flag removed from outside Toron...

I know, I know, I am super slow! Thank you for understanding that this busy mom does not often find moments of creativity to allow me to speak to you, my most favourite readers. But alas, the time has come when my ingenuity can no longer stay contained. The wordage within me must be purged. I often preface what I am about to spill to you with a little Parental Advisory notice – I have problems containing my potty mouth… and I don’t always stick to the high road to keep my lady-ness in tact. Today, I am afraid, is no better, and in fact you may want to stop reading right here.   If you are reading this – then you decided to throw caution to the wind, live on the edge and dance with me in a world filled with profanity and inappropriateness. Congratulations, you dirty thing. So… what should we discuss now? Don’t worry - I know just the thing! Balls. Yep, Balls and I am not talking sports. But you can drag your mind out of the gutter, this is a metaphoric conversa...

I know, I know... I have been very delinquent in my writings. I can use the old excuse that I have been too busy, which I do, but really I think the problem lies within the fact that I am never home! I find myself on the road travelling to and fro and if I could simply dictate my thoughts and have them delivered here to you, you would be up-to-date on my goings on. Which, let me tell you, really are not all that exciting. And on second thought, if I were to dictate while driving you may get more than you bargained for, hearing exactly how un-classy this mouth of mine is. Believe me, I can throw it down with the best of 'em! Speaking of driving... Here is what has inspired me to get back at these keys and give you something to read. For those of you who know me, you know that I have been driving what I have referred to as a "Clown Car" for the past 8 months. A car, that while sitting in, I felt like a giant, all 5 foot 3 inches of me was crammed into t...

I am sitting precariously atop of "the hill". I arrived there this week. And I ask you to please not make any sudden movements, noise or carry on foolishly while I am teetering there. I wouldn't want to drop suddenly over the hill! My birthday, a fairly momentous one, has left me looking down from my high perch at all the young'ns, reminiscing of the carefree days of my youth. Although, to perfectly honest, I still feel like a "young adult" and I wonder when the hell am I going to feel like a grown up? I mean, I do have a pretty grown up life. I have a child. I have a house. I have a car. I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings. The shoes on my feet, I bought it. All the women who are independent, throw your hands up at me. Sorry, I got a bit carried away there. I had to represent for all us honey's who's makin money ... and again, carried away. Back to it... What do grown ups do, how do they feel? Cause this old gal sure doesn't feel l...