Lo Lo and Behold

Looking outside in, you never know what you might find. This night - I found my beautiful daughter, Laura. Happy New Year, Lo Lo!

Poppin' Festivus Breakfast!

The magical day arrived with a thud! Just prior to collapsing in a heap of shopping, cooking and baking fatigue, I took a few moments to throw together a most splendid Christmas morning repast. What's in it, you ask? A bag of mini-croissants, 12 beaten eggs and cream, whatever cheese and ham is left over from the night before - and voila - Crazy Woman's Christmas Breakfast. And to all - a good bite!

Record This!

T'was a week before Christmas, when all through Toronto, not a sound could be heard, except for commercials! It's this kind of marketing nonsense that sends voiceover talent back in the studio minutes before Festivus celebrations. While cramming for the last batch of Best Boxing Day Sale Ever ads, the orange cat that lives at the recording studio turned to me and said, "If I hear one more commercial, I'm going to bust into a million GO BUY THIS, DRASTICALLY REDUCED, SALE'S ON TILL THEY'RE GONE pieces of dead radio ads from Christmas Past, and hurl myself all over all of you!!"
I started to object to his inappropriate tirade...then I realized he had every right to be tired.

Dancing in the Moonlight

When they say 'dance like there's no one looking', I wonder if that applies to big, fat, inflatable snowmen. Oh, how I love him. I watch him slowly emerge at dusk every night and every window I look out - there he is! So friendly, so Christmassy, so nylon. When everyone else is hating the commercialization of Christmas, I'm afraid I find myself embracing it till it pops.