A few years ago I pulled on my big girl pants and did something I swore I’d never do. My taxes. All by myself. It was liberating to finally conquer my fear of numbers, which stemmed from a terribly embarrassing incident in Grade 4 involving a boy I had a crush on, sweaty armpits, and the times tables, but I digress. Because of that small boost in confidence using TurboTax to guide me, I was emboldened to do even more. I’ve since taken on my own bookkeeping for my business, and I’ve mastered the …
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Living With A Snorer? It Might Be Sleep Apnea
This post is sponsored by RANA Here's a fact that anyone living with a snorer can tell you; no one is sleeping in the house. Not the snorer or the person lying next to them. It's something that in polite company we joke …
How To Attend (and Enjoy) a Twitter Party!
So You Think You Can Tweet You have decided you want to attend a Twitter party. You've heard there are fun online chats happening with knowledgable people at the helm. You have seen the stories of so-called influencers …
Ask Millicent: We Must Be Awesome Because Our Guests Never Leave
Dear Millicent, I have a family member, let's call him Uncle Frank. Uncle Frank doesn't know when to leave. He will stay at our place long after all our other guests have left, completely ignoring all subtle hints about …
Dealing With Lice: They Can Be Beaten
Show of hands: Who here has received the dreaded letter from school advising of a lice invasion? Makes your head itch just thinking about it, right? Go ahead; have a good scratch, this will keep. All good? It’s …
How to Find Zen In The Laundry Basket
©Remon Rijper If there is a more Sisyphean task than laundry, I don’t know what it is. There is no such thing as being caught up on laundry; someone always needs clean underwear and socks, and then the towels need …
Hopeful (again) Hearts – Rescue Dog Adoption Tips
Friday, December 13, 2013. The day I dreaded from the moment we brought her home. Hubs & I had taken our beloved Bernese Mountain Dog, aka the #suckhole, to the vet where we unexpectedly spent our final hours with …
