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 … More Armando Meets the Cadbury Creme Egg
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 … More Hockey Pools, Algorithms and Cute Jerseys
Tonight I was filling out a travel visa application form. My first one ever! One of the lucky perks of being a Canadian: you don’t often need to get a travel visa to enter countries. I was actually quite excited about the process though. Well, not so much the process but the end result of … More Nationalities, Travel Visas and Canadian Pride
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 … More Talking in Circles, Mexican-Style
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 … More Prairie Snow Memories
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 … More Name Change Confusion
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 … More Hockey Sister
I need to teach my family how to hug. We are a Canadian family with an Eastern European background. We hug when necessary…we hug “hello” and “good-bye” when we don’t see the person often, and we hug….hmmm???…well, it’s not an everyday occasion. So, I think my family might be a bit overwhelmed come December, when … More To Hug, or Not to Hug, That is the Question.
“It’s the maid’s day off. What are we going to do?!” Can’t say that I ever heard that ring through my house, growing up in Canada. Armando, on the other hand, grew up in Mexico where having a maid was a common thing among many Mexicans. Hmmmm, maybe that’s why Armando has a problem with … More The Maid’s Day Off
I’m Canadian. Armando’s Mexican. We live in Port Moody, BC. Being new to BC, we have a small group of friends here. The rest of our loved ones are spread across the rest of Canada, USA , Mexico and beyond. After the first few weeks of engagement bliss, we realized, “Oh yeah, we have to … More Getting Married! But Where?