My boyfriend ‘s sister got married not long ago, and her inlaws pulled similar crap; mother of the groom skipped the shower, sister of the groom bailed on being a bridesmaid. Not because of fighting, they just couldn’t be bothered if it wasn’t about them. My mother in law was sick to death about it, as was the bride.…

I identify very much with the “milestone” thing. My grandparents and their generation spent so much time and energy trying to bridge rifts and keep people together. My parents married on a Thursday because my grandfather insisted my uncle had to be there and he was a dick about it. Any contact with this uncle was…

Gastric bypass recovery is a special sort of hell. I can't get behind laughing at this. You're forced to go back to work too early most of the time, your bowels revolt, and you feel awful. That's if everything went well. My dad made it 6 weeks post op vomiting hourly before he had a stroke. You're a second class…

“Bet he even takes the dishes out of the sink before he pees in it! “ best movie ever.

The definition of optimism is planning an outdoor weddings in Canada.

I’m fairly certain it was a lab that ate 10 of his owners thongs, necessitating emergency surgery. My dad was the vet. Not shocked by this eating machine at all. However, my Bassett ate 15 lbs of roast beef last month, so labs have competition.

I love these costume stories. My dad was a talented artist, and one year he painted me a dill pickle chip bag costume - detailed down to the expiry date. This is the same man that made me a space helmet with old anesthetic masks and fiberglass cast material when every other kid had an ice cream pail wrapped in tinfoil.

My mother informs me that the standard in her house was something made out of a bread bag and a rag. This was in 69. She didn’t get an actual pad until she moved out 10 years later. They weren’t poor, but grandma lived through the depression and was damned thrifty.

I use a diva cup and it’s a bitch in public. I find it needs to be really wet for reinsertion, and even rinsing it out is not optimal in a crowded place . BUT on all but my heaviest day, I don’t have to worry for at least 10 hours. I never have leaks. I love it for that.

My mom’s gown was a beaut- it was worn by her and two of my aunts, a very Maid Marian ‘70s style -but when they pulled it out of storage for my cousin’s wedding, it was damaged. Just as well: even my cousin has 6 inches and 65 pounds on my aunt. Time waits for no waistline.

Man that’s a lot of effort! I have my grandmother’s dress, I would love to wear it. However, she was roughly 1/8th my size, so I don’t see that happening

True. There are cops in Regina and Saskatoon (the cities closest to Lumsden) that think driving homeless out in to the country when it’s -40c is hilarious fun.

Oh we have plenty of underage asshats. They just happened to pick a pasture the RC’s didn’t drive by that night.

It’s a scary election all around. Harper is extra scary.

I love “a town called Lumsden”. Makes it sound like a mythical place, instead of where all the air cadets in southern sask get laid.

Ha! This is a nice turnaround. My ex fiance gave me a sapphire that I adored. Everyone took pleasure in shitting on it because it wasn’t a diamond.

I have some brutal scars from errant underwires.

I remember my 10th grade English teacher giving me shit for reading her “trash” during free read time. Beat the hell out of Harry Potter.

Thank you! My 20s were a pretty big shit show. I’m looking forward to calmer waters.

I am 30 today. I’ve decided my birthday resolution is to be Helen Mirren.