Life In Pleasantville
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Getting older is not something I gave much thought to until I started my latest job. I mean, I still occasionally get asked for my ID at the liquor store. Ok fine, I’ve been asked twice in the past year. You have to take the small victories when you can, right? Working with College and University students …
This morning I had just finished reading a chapter in my new favourite book The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, when I popped over to the Life in Pleasantville Facebook page to see what was happening. I noticed an article we shared called 40 Places to See With Your Kids Before They Are All …
Clicking through the news today I came across this article titled Gangs of Clowns Terrorize Drivers. What fresh hell is this I wondered and clicked on the link. LIKE AN IDIOT. Oh well, misery loves company and I hate being alone, so welcome. Let’s discuss this nightmare of clowns scaring people shall we? It would appear that …
There are days – weeks even – when I wonder how I ended up here: mother, voter, composter. It’s all just so grown-up and yet I don’t feel much different now than I did when I was 15 years-old. Becoming an adult is a gradual process, one that we generally recognize as starting with certain …
I have AVIOPHOBIA , ACROPHOBIA, CLAUSTROPHOBIA and AGORAPHOBIA, the fear of flying, heights, small spaces, and not being able to escape. Throw in a few dozen snakes and Samuel Jackson and you have a hit action movie. You can imagine how fun it is to sit beside me on a plane. This list of FEARS from …
I woke up on Sunday morning to the ever-so-delightful coppery taste of blood in my mouth, and breathed a sigh of relief to see that there was no blood on my clean pillow sheet (priorities, yo). By the time I made it into my bathroom, I already knew there was swelling in my lower lip. …
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about young kids and online games. For the record, I don’t like them. Also for the record, my son plays them. But he does a lot of things I don’t enjoy seeing happen, like dirt-bike jumps and growing. I hate these games in general and in specific. I hate them the …
I have two children. They’re…well, they’re many things but the point of my post today is my son. He’s nine and has a name with letters in it and the word means something in Greek or Italian or Latin I’m not sure which but boy did we pick the right one for him. Other suitable …
