It is “Embarrass Your Kids Publicly” time!

And now, for something completely different. It is “Embarrass Your Kids Publicly” time!

There is no such thing as too much when it comes to embarr… er… telling your children you are proud of them.

Being proud of your children doesn’t mean agreeing with everything they do. It’s about supporting them in their life decisions even if you would have made a different one in the same circumstances. It’s being happy for them even if their journey takes them away from you both physically and ideologically.

Because being proud of your children should not – does not, depends on whether they adhere to the same religious or political beliefs you do or whether they get good grades or whether they become famous or important people.

I am very proud of my children because they are not afraid of speaking up and they are not concerned about fitting the mold. Because they are bravely embracing life, mistakes and all. Because they are not afraid of laughing, of crying, of loving immensely and generously.

Truly, a parent can’t ask for more.

This proud moment has been brought to you by whatever they put in the water in Windsor, ON

Offspring 1 & 2

Offspring 1 & 2

My very own brand of Murphy’s Law

Well friends, I always try hard to stay positive and away from negative thoughts.

Today, however, I am losing that battle.

So I apologize in advance cause I am in the mood for ranting today and nothing else.


I am tired of struggling. I know everyone’s lives are difficult, if only in different ways. Everybody has it though. But I am tired of my kind of though.

I am tired of being in pain. I am tired of hospitals. I am trying of medications. I am tired of this weird body I got.

I am tired of nothing being easy for me.

I am tired of things going wrong so often. Probability theory tells me that I should expect half of the happening in my life should go wrong. Hindsight bias tells me that I probably overstating the wrong outcomes and ignoring (or underplaying) the good ones. Quite possible. But still, it feels like -in my life, anything that can go wrong WILL indeed go wrong.


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The Bear and I were reminiscing our Sesame Street on a lazy Saturday afternoon/evening.

I all started because he blurted Manah, Manah and of course I followed suit.  After we were done singing the whole song, we started talking about our favourite Sesame Street clips/

He asked if I remembered the Fat Cat Sat Hat number.

I didn’t.

I mentioned that I watched Sesame Street in Spanish so maybe some of the English numbers never made it into the Spanish show.  Being the geeks we are, we immediately turned to the laptop to look for them.

Then we found this gem.

Fracking B.R.I.L.L.I.A.N.T.

Here’s the original for reference.

Actually, come to think of it, I recommend you watch the original first and then tribute.