Turning sixty this year


No, not me, I am NOT turning 60 this year, but my big brother is, so I thought I would honor his upcoming birthday with this post.  You know, instead of trying to find a unique (tacky) “turning 60” or “old fart” birthday present.

My brother is in great company, apparently, 1957 was a great year…do you know who else turned 60 this year?  Lots of celebrities including Steve Harvey, Melanie Griffith, Vanna White, and John’s favorite, Homer Simpson!

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After all, 60 is a good chunk of 150; 40 percent, 0.4 or 2/5 of 150 Canadian years to be exact.  Any way you look at it, sixty is alot of years, almost half of Canada’s 150 years!



Canada turned 150 this year and we Canadians are celebrating all year around.  I think those turning 60 (or fifty or any other momentous number for that matter) should too. Actually,  I think my brother may have started celebrating last winter when he was visiting our sister in Texas, good Canadian boy that he is.

I hope my brother is not too bothered about turning sixty.  I know he has his priorities right, retiring from work recently to spend more time doing the things he loves to do.  We are not always sure what those things are, but he does appear to be enjoying himself.

There are lots of good proverbs about turning sixty, so pick one (or three) and run with it…


The other good news I have heard (I don’t really know as I am not there yet) is that sixty is the new forty, at least it will be when I get there!



Christmas trees and cats


My son and his girlfriend have a cat, so I have been warning them what cats will do to Christmas trees and ornaments.  I remember how my husband’s parents’ cat used to knock their Christmas trees over at least three times a season.

This video is hilarious too…

You’re not the boss of me!

photo by derekdavalos.deviantart.com


“You’re not the boss of me” was a common phrase out of the mouth of my middle son growing up, especially throughout his terrible twos (and threes and fours and fives… )  If someone told him what to do (other than me of course, because he always knew I was the boss of him) and he didn’t feel like doing it or think he should do it, “you’re not the boss of me!” was his answer.

When he started school, I had to explain to him that his teacher would be “the boss of you” at school.  When his father and I would go out for the evening leaving our sons with a sitter, we would first have to sit this son down and explain to him that the sitter “is the boss of you tonight.”   Or if he was going somewhere with his big brother, the big brother was “the boss of you” on that occasion.  The funny part was that he was okay with those explanations.  As long as I didn’t forget to tell him who was “the boss of him” his behaviour was great.

Now that he has matured to an almost 24-year-old adult,  he has figured out that he has to be “the boss of himself” in most circumstances. Repercussions and consequences for bad behaviour and poor decisions are much more serious as an adult.

Just wait until he tells me he is getting married; I will have to explain to him that if he is smart, he will realize “she’s the boss of you.”