Favorite Posts on Squawkfox.com

I'd like to take a moment to be mean. I not going to be a bully-type of mean. Bullies are a special breed of mean - a stupid, slobbery mean. The kind of mean that has little substance and a lot of supremacy. I hate bullies.

I wanted a decorated tree. I have a barfed on Jumperoo, and a dog who needs a bath. Our makeshift Christmas tree is perfect, really. It's a true symbol of the havoc the first year of parenthood wreaked on our household. Little time, less money, dwindling patience.

Dating is like an endless job interview. The questions asked each other by a prospective couple tend to start casually with "What's your favourite colour? Do you enjoy pizza?" and then move to more meaningful topics like "What do you study?" "Tell me about your job!"

This article is part of a series called How to Write a Resume. To start this series from the beginning, read the introduction. I've used a few bad words in my life. S$it, you probably have too. But when the wrong words appear on your resume, it sucks.

Here is the main page of the Squawkfox blog. If you are looking for a no-nonsense blog about spending responsibly in Canada... this is the place. Also, the main page holds the most recent blog post, so you know exactly what Kerry K. Taylor is thinking!

Looking for ways to save money this year? Want to boost your savings in a tough economy with little effort or pain? Good. I've got 50 (fifty) ways to painlessly stash some extra cash without losing a limb or getting a second job.

It's not a proper holiday party unless I'm wearing a paper crown on my head. The odd joke, a fun gift, and a popping good snap also ring in a good time around my dinner table.

Deciding what I wanted for Mother's Day was totally stressing me out. My inbox was chock full of advertisements selling me on what I deserved most for being a mom. My mailbox hadn't been spared the volume either - between the glossy store flyers and magazine special features, you'd think Mother's Day was the Superbowl of Hallmark holidays.

It only costs $239 to get married. I squawk you not. To get hitched (legally) you generally only need to pay for a marriage license and the services of a marriage commissioner. In British Columbia, Canada, a marriage license plus commissioner cost just $239. That's it. Everything else is just pomp and circumstance.

Something smelled foul at Value Village. No, it wasn't the scent of grandma's 50-year-old fur wrapped in decade long mothballs. Nope. But the smell was indeed stank and it seemed to stink up every corner of the popular Canadian thrift store, which is called 'Savers' in the United States.