Yes, kid. Whatever you want, just don’t wake me up until 7am.
Both my daughters are at the age where they’re generally pretty good at sleeping until their clocks tell them it’s okay to wake up. That being said, the second the ‘sun wakes up’ on their clock, you better believe they’re expecting everyone else to be awake and ready to go. On more than one occasion, Diana and I were sleeping pleasantly and were jarred awake by the door flinging open and a preschooler yelling “sun’s awake!” And slamming the door. She’s not even a morning person.
Ah, the five year plan. Strictly speaking, being 34, I should be coming up to the end of my 7th 5 year plan, if a person were to literally plan their lives five years at a time. I’ve heard that the idea is your five year plan is always five years away, you’re sort of adjusting it as you go, letting the big picture inform your daily decisions that will get you there.
Seriously though, Quaker oatmeal squares (which actually only contain 4 grams of Fibre per serving) are the greatest breakfast cereal ever invented. They taste so good, they don’t need advertisement. This is not an ad. I am in no way paid to promote their cereal (although I’d be open to the idea- contact my agent, you beautiful Quaker geniuses).
anyways, as I was chomping away at my favourite cereal, I was trying to remember how I got introduced to such delicious morsels (as it certainly wasn’t an advertisement- not enough sugar to warrant a commercial). Then I started thinking about what a commercial might look like, and I remembered the old adage “sex sells” and after I stopped laughing at the idea of a sexy oat squares commercial, voila! This was made. You’ve been comic stripped.
seriously though, you should definitely buy and eat this cereal. Try it, and like me, you’ll give a crap.
It’s true. I was sitting at the desk and I turned to look and see what my daughters were up too and that was all it took.
other ridiculous ways I’ve thrown my back out over the years:
stepping out of my car
sitting in awful chairs at a graduation ceremony
I think I’ve only thrown my back out four times, so that about completes the list. Other than asprin, microwaving a magic bag and playing a lot of breath of the wild to kill time and stave off boredom, got any tips?
This comic is based on the rollercoaster that is my Facebook news feed and people’s reactions to British Columbia’s brush with Royalty. It’s also influenced by my recent watch through of the early seasons of the simpsons, which are gold.
I grew up on the prairies and politics and, well, the whole world, seemed to far away to matter. There was a picture of the queen on the wall in every classroom, and I think the queen came to visit a city once when I was alive. That was the extent of my exposure to royalty.
Anyways, this comic is really meant to be more a commentary on how flip floppy people can be. I hope they move to Canada and they like it here.
Attending appointments in the winter is such a source of anxiety! It was a good thing we left a night early rather then waiting until after the blizzard the next morning, because by the next morning a semi had jackknifed under an overpass completely shutting down the freeway and nobody got through. We made our morning appointment with the inconvenience of an added expense, but sometimes your hands are tied and you don’t really have a choice.
Anyways, it’s moments like that when you realize that rich people really do have it good. Imagine any time there is an inconvenience in your life and you could just spend money and have it dealt with. Car getting unreliable? Get a new one. Hotel all booked up? Buy the hotel and set it on fire and build a new one with a room just for you forever.
The reality is I’m richer than most of the world, living in Canada, middle class. My needs are covered. It’s annoying to fork over money for a hotel when I was planning on waking up early and driving in to the appointment, but whatever. Better to use money when you need to than to be a dragon and hoard it.
Gotta love cliches! sometimes making comics is therapeutic. It’s a good way to take my mind off of stuff and just relax! This cliche popped into mind because, some days, you just gotta approach the big problems one small bite at a time. In the words of “what about bob” baby steps! In the words of frozen 2, do the next right thing. It all means the same thing- when stuff is overwhelming and you don’t know what to do, just focus on the little thing you can do, and keep doing those little things.