Back at school: lunch time, junk food and mom’s home-cooking

Every day they want to eat dinner. Right?

This means someone’s gotta cook. That would be me. Good thing I don’t mind cooking, most days…

The other day my mom was telling me she was out at lunchtime. She noticed long lineups at fast food joints located around some schools. She looked closer and it was all middle school and high school kids, waiting in line for a burger and fries, or some such junk.

She was astonished and so am I. I mean, I know kids buy food at these places, but every day at lunch?

My question is, at what point do kids have so much money they can afford a fast food lunch on a regular basis? Continue reading

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Why we write and read blogs: glimpses into everyday life

Over the last few months you fellow bloggers have told me that the main reason you read blogs is to get a glimpse into someone else’s life. I mean, here we all are, scattered around the globe, connected to each other by sharing our thoughts, our inspirations, our mishaps and yes, even our rants sometimes. It widens our perspectives, allows us to support one another, and on occasion it may even inject a bit of humour into a situation that didn’t appear to be amusing initially.

I’ll tell you why I read blogs: I like glimpsing into your life.  🙂

With that said, I will now tell you what I saw yesterday at the grocery store:

A glimpse into my middle-class, urban, stay-and-work-at-home mom life during an ordinary errand run.

If you happen to be a parent of school-aged kids, you maybe able to commiserate, nod in agreement, or smile at a distant but familiar memory (if you’re an empty nester). Or, maybe you’re completely surprised by the possibility that this actually happens. Or, if you’re not there yet…glimpse into what may still come down the road when you’re done with toilet training and wiping noses.

So here’s what happened: Continue reading

Price mark-up at the snack bar

The other day I was at an older rink that had iffy looking water fountains, dirty bathrooms, and a long line at the snack bar. I rooted through my bag and realized I forgot to bring my water bottle.

I finally make it to the counter and ask for a bottle of water.

“$2.90”, the guy said.

Sheesh.

I can by a case of 12 at the local No Frills for $1.88.

The mark-up is insane. Continue reading