Monday, November 14, 2016

Get your suds on!

I am excited to announce that we have started a small business: Sudsy Bar Soap Co.! I love handmade soaps but they are so hard to find when you need them! We have gone to farmer's markets looking for artisan soaps, only to leave soapless. So we decided to make them available online for purchase individually or by subscription. Every month we feature a different Canadian soap maker and choose four of their soaps to send out. Sudsy Bar Boxes are in limited supply because we have to order two months in advance. Did you know most soaps take 4 to 6 weeks to cure? Well now you know! :) Visit us at!

Monday, August 22, 2016

Back to School but Not Shopping

I'm not gonna lie. I miss back to school shopping. Cavorting through Staples. Geeking out in the school supply aisles. The smell of fresh binders and paper to be divided among them. Opening packages of pencils with fresh, never-been-used tips. Rows of virgin pencil crayons lined up, just waiting to be a rainbow. The discovery of a unique lunch bag that elevates your status to super-cool mom of a super-cool kid. I miss that as a parent. This year I have nothing to buy but a lonely package of lined paper. Sigh.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Confessions of a Crappy Housewife

Well hello there. Let me wipe the dust and cat hair off your seat. It's been so long since I've had anything to say that didn't begin and end with zzz. The last few years have been a bleary-eyed blur with me hardly meeting the requirements of a functioning adult. Chronic fatigue has had me slacking off in every department. Mount Clothesmore reached new heights and the dust bunnies have been joined by cat-hair tumbleweed. I am disappointed to say that the cat does not ride the Roomba around as YouTube would have me expect. The dog barks the whole time it is on and so it has been relegated to a corner office with no view.

I have the most awesome collection of Norwex cleaning products. If only I had the energy to use them more regularly! Granted, we have moved twice in the past 3 years so they have seen some action before taking up residence in the oft-forgotten cleaning caddy. Thank goodness I have a husband who helps clean and cook. ♥  The child (who is almost grown up now) has an autoimmune disease which leaves her hands cracked and bleeding. She has, however, learned to do laundry when a desperate lack of underwear becomes imminent. So I've got that going for me, which is nice. My sister has moved in with us in a scratch-my-back-and-I'll-scratch-yours arrangement. This means we have clean dishes to eat from, although drinkware is hard to come by since I hoard bedtime water glasses on my nightstand. :)

So I'm working on getting my health back. I have a wonderful family and some great friends. I still have a good job, despite my absenteeism and tardiness. I have a lovely house, for which I'm grateful. If only I could keep it in order but I guess you pick your battles. I'm siding with the Roomba, which is currently losing to a small dog.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Happy Little Living Room à la Polyvore

Okay, I could spend waaayyy too much time on With the exception of the overpriced coloured glass thingies and faux plant bowls, I could actually afford this living room.

Friday, December 27, 2013

Puppy Love

My friend (in real life and the blog world) over at Doggy Junction has had terrible luck this Christmas. 

One thing after another has plagued her family and business this December. Her litter of beagles not only got sick from their mother's milk (Milk Fever) but also contracted Parvo virus which has put her entire kennel at risk. Four of the puppies have died and six are fighting for their lives. A series of unfortunate events and the mounting vet bills have pushed them over the precarious financial edge to the point where they may lose their home. 

If you can help Karen, please donate at If not, please send her some words of encouragement to keep her spirits up. Thanks!



This is the lovely litter of little beagles in question.

Friday, March 29, 2013


While cleaning out the garage we found an untitled poem I wrote about 10 years ago. Warning: This may make you hungry. Or offend, if you are vegan.

Rump roast. Butt cutlets. Butlets.
Pork butlets.
Pork shoulder,
On my grill.
Dressed to kill.
In Wowie Maui sauce.
I need floss.
For my teeth,
I hah mea huck im my heeth
(hard to talk when you're flossing)
I'm salivating,
And I'm waiting,
For chicken,
On a stick in
(you thought I would say finger licking)
A delicious marinade.
My cholesterol
must be off the wall.
Should I partake
of only steak?
Just ingest
chicken breast?
Exclusively eat
pork, the other white meat?
I know I read
there's also bread.
I should consume
more legumes.
Salads, greens,
things with leaves.
But my tummy
craves the yummy
taste of meat
from things that bleat
and moo and cluck
and oink. I'm stuck.
On meat. I fear,
I need a beer.
While I sear
this piece of deer.
Squirrels on
my browning lawn,
the neighbour's fat
and juicy cat.
I lick my lips
between my sips
as I peruse
which sauce to use.
I won't cease
Grilling beasts
until I've sampled
all the animals.
The world is my smorgasbord.
Urban carnivore.

© 2013 Miz Dinah

Friday, October 5, 2012

Life Skills 101

It would be really nice if the schools would incorporate some life skills into their syllabus. These are some of the valuable lessons that I would like to see:

1. Pantry Science: In this course, students will learn how to roll a cereal bag and secure the box to ensure freshness. There will be a (taste) test of both fresh and stale cereals. Advanced course includes cracker boxes, bread bags and cheese packages. There will be a field trip to the fridge.

2. The Art of Garbage: Students will learn that less is more while picking up wrappers and emptying the overflowing garbage cans in the kitchen and bathroom. Final project will be a curbside gallery on Thursday mornings.

3. Laundry Geography: Upon completion, students will be able to locate the laundry room and demonstrate the correct usage of a laundry basket. Sorting and classifying clothing artifacts and proper drawer placement will also be learned.

4. Passenger's Ed: Students will learn appropriate foot placement and food etiquette in a vehicle setting. Integrates with the Art of Garbage (trash removal) and Laundry Geography (clothing and footwear retrieval).

5. Bedtime Math: In this course, students will be responsible for calculating the correct amount of sleep required, and scheduling bedtimes and waking times with the family's schedule. Course materials include pillow, blanket and alarm clock.

Happy Friday! Class dismissed!

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Conversations with Dogs

All the leaves are brown. And the sky is grey. I've been for a walk...well, not really. I got up and took the dog out for a pee at 7 am and I had to stand out there for 5 minutes before she would go onto the wet grass. Shoeless, braless and with a mop of bed-head, I stood there arguing with the little blonde doggie who kept giving me the eyes.

"I don't have to go. Really," she said. "Let's go back into the house."

"Nuh-uh," I replied, "I know you have to go." It's like watching a three-year-old do the I-gotta-pee dance but they insist they don't have to go. "Go do your pee!" I pointed to the grass. She walked back to the door. I picked her up and put her on the grass. "Go pee!"

"Too wet!" She whined, as she skittered back to the cement.

"Cinnamon. Get out there and do your pee." She sat down, refusing. I picked her up and put her on the rocks, which are less wet. She has short Shih-Tzu/Yorkie legs so I understand not wanting wet grass tickling her tummy. She ran back to the front door. I sat on the bench and sighed. "I'm going to sit out here until you go." She called my bluff and sat on my foot.

The wind picked up and I shivered. Should I go in and get a sweater and shoes? No, the dog will follow me. "Okay, that's it. You're going pee." I scooped her up and dumped her back on the lawn. She ran up the incline and squatted. Yes! A few seconds after peeing she took a huge crap, then bounced back to me, ears flapping.

"You would have done that in the house, wouldn't you?" She looked up at me and wagged her tail. "Yeah, I know." I opened the door and she scampered up the stairs. "Damn dog," I chuckled affectionately.