Armando Meets the Cadbury Creme Egg

Armando and I were driving yesterday when I saw a sign at McDonald’s advertising a Creme Egg McFlurry.  I made a comment about it and Armando asked me what a creme egg is. Me:  You don’t know what a Cadbury Creme Egg is? Armando:  No. Me:  Seriously, the Cadbury Creme Egg that is a staple…

Hockey Pools, Algorithms and Cute Jerseys

Armando came up to me the other day, excited about being invited to take part in a hockey pool.  Armando?  In a hockey pool?  I was a little concerned.  And confused.  He seemed excited, as if he was a hardcore hockey fan.  I will give him credit…he does know a bit more about hockey than…

Talking in Circles, Mexican-Style

Okay…it’s time for a more light-hearted post after my stint as an investigative couch reporter these past few days. This post is courtesy of my ever lovely husband, Armando.  He’s one of those people who has the gift-of-the-gab.  But at times, he doesn’t know when to stop talking.  It is perhaps a bit cultural.  I…

Prairie Snow Memories

Whenever Armando sees snow, he’s like a little kid.  He can never pass a sheet of newly fallen snow without stomping his feet in it, making his mark on the smooth surface.  But then again, he never grew up with snow, living in southern Mexico.  Snow is still a novelty to him.  Me, on the…

Name Change Confusion

Do you remember as a little girl, laughing and dreaming with your friends about what your name would sound like if you married your friend Bobby?  Or what about marrying that cute boy in Math class?  As girls we would giggle and cringe at some names we hope we didn’t end up with and practise…

Hockey Sister

I’m a Hockey Sister alumni. Growing up during the cold Manitoba winters, I would make a beeline to the car from our house nearly every weekend to avoid the cold, brisk air that would make my nose an instant Ruldolph red, as we headed to my brother’s hockey game.  In my dad’s shiny Malibu car…