A blog full of memories
Stories about my my poor, misused, misunderstood butt
Today, somebody in FB accidently typed the word ‘foul’ instead of the word ‘foil’. I laughed and told her this story: My mother has terrible handwriting. Nobody has ever–in the history of time (at least my time)–ever been able to decipher it. When my parents were first married, my mum wrote my dad a shopping …
Yesterday morning, the J-man was playing on the kitchen floor. He has started standing up on anything. In fact, he crawls somewhere and pulls himself up, and he prefers to stand there even if he has nothing to do. He just stands there and babbles. He had pulled himself up on his walker chair (the …
My sister sent me this quote in an email. I have to post it—if only to add to the All about my butt category! With time, women gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our …
Am republishing this story because my friend hadn’t read it yet. Originally published 26 December 2006. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My sibling, Redd, has been bugging me for over a year to post this story about hand sanitizer and outhouses. It is a fairly embarrassing story, but I thought–since it was on my list of things to do …
Not much to report on this visit. We were on a budget and other than my friend Alan, we didn’t have transportation. We spent time at the zoo though–which was quite impressive. I think all the animals were tired of people and of being on display. Almost every animal had their backs towards us and …
Here is a picture of a rock that once hitched a ride in my butt–unbeknownst to me of course. How? I don’t know. Can you see the size of that rock? (That’s a quarter beside the rock, BTW. And the rock is on the right side of this picture.) One summer a friend and I …
Somebody pointed out to me the other day that I have an awful lot of stories about my butt: “You should give it its own category on your blog.” So I did. Here it is: All About My Butt. As you may have read, my butt has saved my life–you can’t help but love something …
My parents put a compostable toilet in their house. My parents live in a two-story log cabin in Whitehorse, Yukon–so it somehow doesn’t seem so far-fetched. It’s actually quite a good toilet as far as compostable toilets go. If Mum’s in the middle of her quilting projects, she doesn’t have to run downstairs anymore to …
When is it OK to sit on a toilet and use your cell phone? NEVER! That’s why they should be called When NEVER minutes. Not whenever minutes. Here is an excerpt from and email I received today. I can’t believe this sort of thing happens. I mean, people in California barely even smoke for Christ’s …
Chantel is my niece. She’s staying home from school today so we can have a day together. Bonding. I love it. She’s a great kid. She came over the Chilkoot Trail with us in the summer. She really impressed me. How many 11-year old girls do you know who can kick butt over 3700 feet? …
The other day, I opened a magazine and found myself staring at the words: My Butt is Big. Not the normal words you would find in a fitness magazine. It turns out that this ad is part of the Nike real woman ad campaign. I love it. I went to nikewomen.nike.com to find out more. …
