When I first saw this ad I was delighted to see such a positive ad aimed at tweens and teens. Then I realized I am the mother of a girl who will need this service soon. And then I had to roll into a ball in the corner of the room and rock quietly and suck my thumb for a little while.

Orthodontic appliance that gave me a lisp, huge plastic eyeglass frames for my ultra-thick lenses (they were translucent pink and blue) , corduroy jumper with ruffled blouse underneath, and straight hair with froofy permed bangs. Grade five was not kind to me.

She's not Princess Catherine, actually. If you want to stop calling her Kate Middleton, then you should call her Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge.

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Astro Caramel is the go-to yogurt in our house.

Mmmmm nummy baby fingers.....so yummy.....

I thank my lucky stars I live where I do—as flawed as our healthcare system is, I don't lose any sleep over worrying about whether I have to choose food or shelter over getting proper medical care when I or my family needs it.

I am Canadian, and the US hospital billing system boggles my mind too. My American friend had to choose a natural, drug-free delivery not for personal reasons, but because she couldn't afford to add an epidural on to her hospital bill. I am all for natural childbirth, but that is a shitty, shitty reason to have to…

Oh my, that Allan Hawko is a tasty little bit of Canada. The day he came to the Rick Mercer show and showed Rick how to do Rockford turns in his car was the best.

Sooo, catnip is made from real cats?? I had no idea!

I'm Canadian and I only have the barest, most rudimentary knowledge of the rules of hockey. It's not a requirement for citizenship. Polish up your spelling, though. You guys don't know how to spell honour, favourite, cheque, grey....just study What's Different in Canada

My hairdresser is on mat leave so she gave me a quickie haircut at her house a couple of weeks ago. I paid her with a breakfast sandwich and a double-double from Timmy's.

Ooooh—-good tips! I am going to look into that! Disney running montages will mix well with my Broadway soundtracks...um, I mean my FRIEND'S Broadway soundtracks....ahem...I am definitely NOT the one you pass on the running path singing selections from Hairspray as you jog past me....nope, that's my FRIEND.

I am so ashamed of my workout mix I think I'd rather tell you what I weigh than share it unless we are really good friends. Let's just say I like my runs with a thick layer of cheeze.

I held it together until the very end and then when the boy's mom sang Happy Birthday, that was it for me. Tears. And then my ovaries exploded.

ME TOO!!!!!!

I knew it was time to retire the harness when my boy could reach around and unfasten the velcro by himself. At that point he knew better than to run away so it was all ok. Now he follows me around stores either whining for stuff or whining that we have been shopping too long :-)

Allrighty then. I think I'm going to just go ahead and catheterize myself. It seems like the only sensible thing to do at this point. Thank goodness I went to nursing school and still have friends who can hook me up with supplies.

Where is the giant bow that is supposed to secure her severely gelled ponytail to the nape of her neck??

I fried my hair not once, but twice trying to duplicate those waves in the 80/90s.