https://www.castanet.net/edition/news-story--917-.htm Thu, 10 Oct 2019 09:19:36 PDT Updated every 10 minutes - FOR PERSONAL USE ONLY Copyright: (C) Castanet.net https://www.castanet.net/rss/ https://www.castanet.net/main_images/logos/KelownaLogos/Castanet_Logo.jpg https://www.castanet.net/edition/news-story--917-.htm https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/43801/Twas-the-stress-before-Christmas https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/43801/Twas-the-stress-before-Christmas Wed, 17 Dec 2008 05:00:00 PDT Contributed Stress. It's not a big word, but it carries the same impact as a category five hurricane. (Meaning: wreaks havoc on arterial veins, pushes over shallow-rooted grip on sanity, breaks synapses off at the transmitters, damages modicum of restraint.) Stress. It comes in many forms, but seems to be mo... https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/43494/Turning-the-tide-on-Christmas https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/43494/Turning-the-tide-on-Christmas Wed, 03 Dec 2008 05:00:00 PDT Contributed "Mom, I want a Mac laptop for Christmas." My eleven-year-old is sitting in the kitchen slurping up Cheerios he's dumped halfway across the table. "Oh, and a Playstation 2." I throw him a dish cloth and moan. "Ah-huh. Is that all?" I sound like Judge Judy. I've been hearing the I-wanna's, I-gotta... https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/43213/Happy-ness-is-the-SPCA https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/43213/Happy-ness-is-the-SPCA Wed, 19 Nov 2008 05:00:00 PDT Contributed For those of you who have followed my column in the past, you probably already know that I am not a dog person. Yes, I have a dog. I feed a dog. I brush a dog. I walk a dog. I sweep up endless dust bunnies of dog. And, despite endless appeals to the contrary, I have even picked up a dog-log (triple ... https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/42902/Gob-swapping-and-curiosity-kiss https://www.castanet.net/news/The-Bright-Side/42902/Gob-swapping-and-curiosity-kiss Wed, 05 Nov 2008 05:00:00 PDT Contributed "Moooom," the front door slams shut and my 11-year-old son throws himself on the couch like he's lawn-bowling. His delivery is something akin to a death announcement, "You probably don't want to hear this, but Indi kissed a girl." "He what?!" I flip my laptop closed and lock him in the stare of per...