I think it was my aunt that asked us when Erin and I were closer to “newly married” than we are now “What is your favourite animal?” “Tiger!” I said. “Golden Retriever!” She said. “Now what are your three favourite things about that animal?” Erin: “They’re loyal, easy to train, and good with kids!” Corey: “They’re focused, powerful, and you don’t see them coming until … Continue reading Your Favourite Animal
Now before you ride me out of town on a rail for admitting to occasionally watching Brooklyn 99, it should be noted that I would be less tempted to watch it if its characters didn’t remind me of people I know. Granted the subject matter is not always Venue approved (certain laws of decency apply to music we play in the lobby etc), but it … Continue reading Brooklyn 99
Our family was lucky enough to spend some time in Mazatlan in July, and by “lucky enough” I mean we were smart enough to budget for it the rest of the year. I love telling the story of how I told my girls they could choose between driving to Idaho and flying to Mexico IF they wanted to buy their own plane ticket there. I … Continue reading How Many Pesos?
My mom wasn’t poor, it was just a bit sad that she didn’t have a normal child in me. Even sadder was that she didn’t have another amazing child like my little brother Ryan, she had me instead. Everyone needs a little context and I had a gift for bringing context. One day she was enjoying a quiet moment and then had the thought one … Continue reading My Poor Mom
I love children. My own mostly and mostly because I have to… Just kidding, but we know each other enough to know that that’s the sort of thing I say there. As I’m writing this I’m sitting in Sorso with a wee gaffer who’s been dragged by mother out for coffee with the ladies who has been grinning impishly over the back of the bench seat at … Continue reading Airdrie Children’s Festival
Erin and I try to get away someplace WWC (Warm, Without Children) once or twice a year. It does wonders for our marriage. I’m decidedly lazy when we get away because it’s always preceded by the same amount of work I always do crammed into the previous two weeks, so I find that I just want to sit on the beach. Even now with a … Continue reading Sharkelling
I’ve been married long enough to be amused by star-struck lovers. “Oh Pastor, you don’t understand! We’re in LOVE. We have a song! We’re not going to have problems like other married people.” Right. Let me throw up in my mouth a little… I get it. What would someone who’s STILL married after all these years know about marriage? What would someone who’s twenty years … Continue reading They Have a Song…