Vancouver Vancouver Vancouver! Nowhere else on earth does Christmas sneak up on you as it does here. I've been so busy getting us ready for Christmas at the shop that I haven't had time to upload all of the photos I took of the snowstorm we had a couple of weeks ago. It felt so odd to have all of that Toronto weather here. It was that dry cold that hits your face like a million little needles......Oh how I miss Toronto!
I promise photo's sooooon, maybe even tomorrow.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Lark blog
I don't even know if anyone out there is reading these floating thoughts of mine, but I guess I write it to get it out of my head for the most part. Thanks for reading if you are.
Rain then sun and then some more rain. People shopping, window shopping or just dropping by to talk. Sell some jeans, smile at people sometimes they smile back....much of the time they just ignore me. Then it rains and sometimes the sun will come out.
The pre-teen ballerina's from the Goh Ballet come in to visit on occasion. They call me 'the nice lady' and they argue about who skips class the most.
There are the women with way more money than taste and of course the girls with more taste than money. As long as they are nice it doesn't really bother me either way...it's the ones without manners that get to me. My new technique is to simply walk away...even if they're still talking.
I wish it were ethical of me to write about some of the people that come into the shop. The people watching is great!
We've finally got our house brand in the store. There are still some tops to be delivered, but I will post some images of the Lark brand clothing tomorrow. I'm very excited about it, it's beautiful and it fits so well!
Spoke with my mom last night. As usual within the first five minutes she told me all about people I've never met nor care about.....sigh. One day she'll tell me about herself I know it. For now it's stories about her home stay students laced with inside jokes between her and her boyfriend that I don't understand. She loves me so I guess that's enough.
Sometimes my mother will tell me something about my father, usually in the moment it's just interesting...a curiosity, but then after a while I start to have some kind of feeling. It's usually a bad feeling; like after you eat an off muscle but you don't know it until you're doing a face plant into the toilet a few hours later cursing the chef and feeling like the ocean itself is coming out of your nose. For that reason I no longer eat muscles and I try to avoid all conversations about my father.
More confessions to be posted.
Love and many hugs
V.
Rain then sun and then some more rain. People shopping, window shopping or just dropping by to talk. Sell some jeans, smile at people sometimes they smile back....much of the time they just ignore me. Then it rains and sometimes the sun will come out.
The pre-teen ballerina's from the Goh Ballet come in to visit on occasion. They call me 'the nice lady' and they argue about who skips class the most.
There are the women with way more money than taste and of course the girls with more taste than money. As long as they are nice it doesn't really bother me either way...it's the ones without manners that get to me. My new technique is to simply walk away...even if they're still talking.
I wish it were ethical of me to write about some of the people that come into the shop. The people watching is great!
We've finally got our house brand in the store. There are still some tops to be delivered, but I will post some images of the Lark brand clothing tomorrow. I'm very excited about it, it's beautiful and it fits so well!
Spoke with my mom last night. As usual within the first five minutes she told me all about people I've never met nor care about.....sigh. One day she'll tell me about herself I know it. For now it's stories about her home stay students laced with inside jokes between her and her boyfriend that I don't understand. She loves me so I guess that's enough.
Sometimes my mother will tell me something about my father, usually in the moment it's just interesting...a curiosity, but then after a while I start to have some kind of feeling. It's usually a bad feeling; like after you eat an off muscle but you don't know it until you're doing a face plant into the toilet a few hours later cursing the chef and feeling like the ocean itself is coming out of your nose. For that reason I no longer eat muscles and I try to avoid all conversations about my father.
More confessions to be posted.
Love and many hugs
V.
Monday, October 16, 2006
That's love
Last night we ordered in sushi. I had a mind blip and only tipped the driver $3 measly ass dollars. First off I gave the restaurant the store address so he was confused and out in the rain across the street, second off he was in a cotton kimono and third it was pissing rain.
I felt SO bad about stiffing the guy, which was bad enough without the fact that it was raining. I kept seeing his face in my minds eye and feeling rotten about giving him such a poor tip. As we were eating our dinner I mentioned this a few times to Dane asking if it made me a horrible human being. Dane is honest so he said it was a pretty bad tip, but whatever. I stewed some more over it and then Dane, my knight in shining armor, decided to go up to the restaurant to give the driver a better tip despite my many protests. I didn't really want another thing to feel all guilt ridden about (thanks Mom!)
He drove to the restaurant, got the waitresses to break a $10 bill into two fives much to their confusion. They don't really speak English at this restaurant so they didn't understand why this guy was there trying to give them $5. Eventually he managed to get them to understand that it was for one of the drivers because his wife felt bad about giving him a bad tip.
I felt better about the delivery guy, but pretty bad about Dane being out in the rain over it all.
That is love my friends, when your sweetheart wants to take away your pangs of guilt and is willing to go out into the elements to do it.
I felt SO bad about stiffing the guy, which was bad enough without the fact that it was raining. I kept seeing his face in my minds eye and feeling rotten about giving him such a poor tip. As we were eating our dinner I mentioned this a few times to Dane asking if it made me a horrible human being. Dane is honest so he said it was a pretty bad tip, but whatever. I stewed some more over it and then Dane, my knight in shining armor, decided to go up to the restaurant to give the driver a better tip despite my many protests. I didn't really want another thing to feel all guilt ridden about (thanks Mom!)
He drove to the restaurant, got the waitresses to break a $10 bill into two fives much to their confusion. They don't really speak English at this restaurant so they didn't understand why this guy was there trying to give them $5. Eventually he managed to get them to understand that it was for one of the drivers because his wife felt bad about giving him a bad tip.
I felt better about the delivery guy, but pretty bad about Dane being out in the rain over it all.
That is love my friends, when your sweetheart wants to take away your pangs of guilt and is willing to go out into the elements to do it.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
8th Avenue
Rarely do my friends believe me when I tell them about the kinds of things that happen on 8th Avenue right out front of the store and beneath my apartment windows. Like the day I woke up and there was a Mariachi band playing bellow my living room window.
Vancouver has this reputation as being a pretty dull place. We have less festivals than any other Canadian city and every time we do get something kinda cool thing going it somehow gets shut down....I admit it...sometimes it's like a retirement village. There is one exception to this, and that is on 8th Avenue between Main St and the first parallel alley where there is some kind of bizzarro fault line in the earth where weird shit happens. It's not an orginized festival, but it's certainly a festive street.
Like yesterday when I was working, minding my own business chatting with a couple of friends and I look up and there's this guy unloading pig carcasses from his truck onto a dolly. It just seemed kinda out of place, what is usual in Kensingtom Market in Toronto is not so usual in this somewhat sterile and rule bound city. You just don't have chicken trucks driving by leaking chicken juice all over the road here like you do there.
So Dane figures it would make for a interesting picture, he ran out the door and found the guy in the alley behind the store and asks to take a photo, the guy says "You're not taking a photo of my pigs without me" and grabs a pig to pose for this photo (If you are sensitive to death don't scroll down!)
And that my friends is the way it goes on 8th Avenue.
Vancouver has this reputation as being a pretty dull place. We have less festivals than any other Canadian city and every time we do get something kinda cool thing going it somehow gets shut down....I admit it...sometimes it's like a retirement village. There is one exception to this, and that is on 8th Avenue between Main St and the first parallel alley where there is some kind of bizzarro fault line in the earth where weird shit happens. It's not an orginized festival, but it's certainly a festive street.
Like yesterday when I was working, minding my own business chatting with a couple of friends and I look up and there's this guy unloading pig carcasses from his truck onto a dolly. It just seemed kinda out of place, what is usual in Kensingtom Market in Toronto is not so usual in this somewhat sterile and rule bound city. You just don't have chicken trucks driving by leaking chicken juice all over the road here like you do there.
So Dane figures it would make for a interesting picture, he ran out the door and found the guy in the alley behind the store and asks to take a photo, the guy says "You're not taking a photo of my pigs without me" and grabs a pig to pose for this photo (If you are sensitive to death don't scroll down!)
And that my friends is the way it goes on 8th Avenue.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Sometimes
Sometimes we love people enough that we don't really need to understand them. Sometimes we love people that much but wish we could get inside of their heads just a little bit.
There is someone I love that lives in a bubble. I imagine her in a giant snowglobe protected from the outside air and weather. I just want to shake that snow globe so hard that she falls out and sees the world from outside of her perceptions. I want her to breathe the same air that I breathe, to see the same view that I see.
I imagine her in her snowglobe home doing things, making things in complete silence all around her. I imagine her gardening, cooking, cleaning, picking up new hobbies and occasionally having that globe shaken so hard that she loses her balance and doesn't know why.
When we talk I know she's got so much noise in her head that she can't hear me and no matter what I say it can't break through the din of her mind.
Mom, do you know that I can eat 2 pounds of blueberries an hour (based on having eaten 20 pounds in 10 hours) ? Do you know that I cry when I see elderly people alone? That I'm mad at you and dad for leaving both of your mothers behind the iron curtain to age alone? That I dated boys that were mean to me? That My favourite tea is Genmaicha and the smell of rosemary reminds me of you which is why it's my favourite herb to cook with?
I don't suppose that you do or ever will, but I still love you.
There is someone I love that lives in a bubble. I imagine her in a giant snowglobe protected from the outside air and weather. I just want to shake that snow globe so hard that she falls out and sees the world from outside of her perceptions. I want her to breathe the same air that I breathe, to see the same view that I see.
I imagine her in her snowglobe home doing things, making things in complete silence all around her. I imagine her gardening, cooking, cleaning, picking up new hobbies and occasionally having that globe shaken so hard that she loses her balance and doesn't know why.
When we talk I know she's got so much noise in her head that she can't hear me and no matter what I say it can't break through the din of her mind.
Mom, do you know that I can eat 2 pounds of blueberries an hour (based on having eaten 20 pounds in 10 hours) ? Do you know that I cry when I see elderly people alone? That I'm mad at you and dad for leaving both of your mothers behind the iron curtain to age alone? That I dated boys that were mean to me? That My favourite tea is Genmaicha and the smell of rosemary reminds me of you which is why it's my favourite herb to cook with?
I don't suppose that you do or ever will, but I still love you.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
construction
The city of Vancouver is determined to kill off small business in the Mount Pleasant area. There is city construction all around Main Broadway and they keep blocking the streets off at random intervals with no warning. I'm not totally sure why they don't just rip the roads up once, do all they have to do, repave the streets and leave rather than all of this willy nilly construction.
Last week they shut our street down for a couple of days to re-pave the alley right behind the store and I got some kinda cool pictures.
A couple of days ago there was one of those amazing Vancouver rainbows. I've never seen rainbows so beautiful before moving here.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Comment for Elaine
I left this comment for Elaine on her Trifective blog. Read her blog, it's good.
Sometimes I feel itchy from the inside out and I can't scratch the itch because it travels. I think that it's also known as feeling so tired you feel giddy.
Also, I do stand up comedy in my mind to try to get myself to fall asleep. You already know that Elaine and I feel it's time I come out with my little secret. I do stand up comedy when I'm trying to fall asleep. I have one problem though...I have never in the many years of doing this come up with a punch line.
Like for example today I turned on the tv and was 'shanghaied' by a very old episode of 90210. So tonight I'll be lying in bed making jokes up about the peach pit and Emily Valintine. Punchline anyone?
I know you Understand Elaine.
Sometimes I feel itchy from the inside out and I can't scratch the itch because it travels. I think that it's also known as feeling so tired you feel giddy.
Also, I do stand up comedy in my mind to try to get myself to fall asleep. You already know that Elaine and I feel it's time I come out with my little secret. I do stand up comedy when I'm trying to fall asleep. I have one problem though...I have never in the many years of doing this come up with a punch line.
Like for example today I turned on the tv and was 'shanghaied' by a very old episode of 90210. So tonight I'll be lying in bed making jokes up about the peach pit and Emily Valintine. Punchline anyone?
I know you Understand Elaine.
Ha Ha!
Oh Vancouver you strange and lovely beast. First you mock me with your lack of friendly faces and now you poureth them upon me. My new favourite word it 'shanghaied' as in people taking you somewhere you didn't expect to go and, unlike being kidnapped, is a pleasant experience.
I know I sound happy and like I love this place, but I promise to never become one of those people that love Vancouver at all cost.... Especially at the cost of appearing deranged ( you know who you are and stop wearing so much god damn lycra and fleece!). So here I am right now and it's fun, but if it ever gets too much, too mean, I'll be o.k with leaving. So don't get comfortable Vancouver...Lark may be here now...but remember it's a lark and we can have one anywhere. Empty threats my friends, right now Vancouver is the closest thing to shangri-la. It's a layered place, just when you think you've figured it out a fancy restaurant opens off Blood Alley...which if you have never been here is appropriately named.
So I beckon you to join us here in our little provincial town as we shape it into a city much to the chagrin of city hall. If you have a good idea and limitless patience we need you. This town is bursting at the seams of convention and we need more pressure to blow the lid off and turn it into a truly dynamic city.
I am so tired and delirious right now! Someone out there respond and tell me something new!
I know I sound happy and like I love this place, but I promise to never become one of those people that love Vancouver at all cost.... Especially at the cost of appearing deranged ( you know who you are and stop wearing so much god damn lycra and fleece!). So here I am right now and it's fun, but if it ever gets too much, too mean, I'll be o.k with leaving. So don't get comfortable Vancouver...Lark may be here now...but remember it's a lark and we can have one anywhere. Empty threats my friends, right now Vancouver is the closest thing to shangri-la. It's a layered place, just when you think you've figured it out a fancy restaurant opens off Blood Alley...which if you have never been here is appropriately named.
So I beckon you to join us here in our little provincial town as we shape it into a city much to the chagrin of city hall. If you have a good idea and limitless patience we need you. This town is bursting at the seams of convention and we need more pressure to blow the lid off and turn it into a truly dynamic city.
I am so tired and delirious right now! Someone out there respond and tell me something new!
More Pictures
More Photos!
Dane!
Dane!
Dane and Veronika (Me!)
Elaine Corden Everybody! Thanks for bartending pretty lady!
Elaine Corden's very long and slender legs everybody!
This is Karmin, and we both love this photo 'cause it looks like we're in a bad ass girl band.
She's so cute!
unfortunately there were a lot of people who's photo's I didn't get. This was a VERY mellow Lark party....which I must say was really nice. Dane and I are starting to get tired from working 7 days a week and the parties are fun, but man are they ever a lot of work!
There will be more photos from the party up soon. I got shanghaied by a bunch of girls for a fast photo session....I've never felt so high on estrogen before. They even asked Danes permission to take me out with them sometime ...like I need permission! Hockey season is upon us after all.
Joe's art opening
Here are some photo's from our party last night. I can't upload more then a few at a time so I'll have to do this in sections.
This is a not so flattering photo of Prophecy and her sister. Prophecy is a very beautiful woman, she has very high cheek bones like a super model and an infectious smile. Her sister I met for the first time last night, she's young, shy, and very sweet.
This is a not so flattering photo of Prophecy and her sister. Prophecy is a very beautiful woman, she has very high cheek bones like a super model and an infectious smile. Her sister I met for the first time last night, she's young, shy, and very sweet.
This is Graham, we love Graham. He's a walking ray of sunshine....and cute too!
DJ Alan was kind enough to help us out with an AMAZING musical selection. Who knew that Karma police by Radiohead would work as a reggae tune. Any DJ that has the courage to end a night with the theme song 'Real American Hero' has courage unknown to most of humanity.
JULIUS!!!!! Were do I begin. Warm, funny, smart, positive, hardworking and a pleasure to be around. That's our friend Julius...damn good cook too.
This is the artist Joe...bad picture I know. This man is a true artist. His work is so amazing. Dane and I bought two pieces that work well together....and you all know that I have a general distaste for a lot of art. It's so refreshing to see someone creating genuinely, honestly, with humour and technical skill. If he doesn't become one of Canada's most sought after artists then the state of out culture in in worse disrepair then I thought.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
A Case of the Crazies
SO, I just skipped out for a coffee and ran into a guy that I shared a painting studio with in Toronto back when I was suffering from a serious case of the crazies. I've run into him a couple of times here, he is a really good painter and heavily involved in the arts here. I have nothing against him, nor do I know anything about him..... like his name for example, but damn I feel better when I don't run into people from that period in my life. I guess moving 4000km away just isn't far enough.
I don't know if any of you have ever gone loopy for any length of time, and I don't recommend it if only because of having to do the politeness dance with someone who you know thinks you're nutty, and not like yummy nutela nutty either, more like 'that chick is fucked' nutty.
Long story short I had a shitty breakup, I stopped eating, breathing and thinking straight. I shared a painting studio with a "friend" and I guess my case of temporary insanity got to her and just when this guy (Andrew?) took a spot in the studio I got thrown out. Did I mention that as I stopped doing many rational things I started painting like crazy? Having found a method of dealing which worked really well and having it disappear was pretty rough. I just didn't have it in me to find a new studio when at the time I wasn't even able to find a place to live. Believe it or not, this is the short version.
One of the things that I love so much about living here is that I have very little chance of running into people I would like to punch...Preferably in the nose because that's where coke heads bleed the most. I don't want to punch this painter guy, but I would like to ask "hey, just out of curiosity, do you think I'm crazy?" Seriously just out of curiosity.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Myspace rantings
I was reading over my blogs on myspace and thought these were kind
of funny, so here you go.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Shake hands everyone
I've been trolling around this myspace thing and have found a whole host of bad memories and general curiosities.
So far I've seen more naked pictures of creepy people then war and peace has verbs, I've found a guy's profile whom a friend of mine is apparently dating but his profile says that not only is he single...he's looking for a serious relationship, I've found other girls with my haircut, especially one girl that I was almost friends with....what up with that!
On the plus side I've found people that I like and would like to be friends with....or even just myspace friends with, and I've been able to spy on people from the dark corners of my past....I've got to get a new haircut. (I got my hair cut shortish and have since decided that I'll go back to having it longish regardless of said almost friend...which was really a dodged ball of drama by not becoming friends...long story...another day)
So I must say that myspace you strange land of mythical beasts, you're okay in my books.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Sunshine Current mood: ham $ cheese (this one I just enjoyed the current mood option and made myself laugh with Ham money cheese)
It's sunny out, one of those days where you forget about how much darkness usually envelopes this city.
I'm sleepy, and would like some clean clothes.
Friday, July 28, 2006
Assholes and Jelly bellys
I'm not really sure what that title is supposed to mean, but what I'd like to say is that everytime I get onto this myspace thing and wander around I get this overwhelming feeling that the world is mostly made up of assholes......lots of them....everywhere.
Who am I to talk? No one...no one at all. Look at the photo of me! I'm eating a giant piece of steak with no remorse, just arrrslurp mmmmmm and in my belly you go Mr. cow. (see above photo)
I think the only cure for dealing with assholes, or in my case simply looking in the mirror, is a handful of jelly bellys.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Husband #1
Dane bought me this beautiful necklace from Jonathan & Olivia yesterday. If you've ever read 100 years of solitude you'd know why it's so special.
I took this photo of me.........so there you go.
Fishing
I just re-read my last post and realized that it sounds like I'm fishing for compliments. I really meant it more from a sociological perspective. So don't leave a comment saying anything complimentary...I want a diagnosis...like goth, or indie rocker, or geek, or whatever. All I ask is that I not be categorized as a fashionista...that would hurt.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Little Bee
It's been a busy couple of weeks, which is why I haven't been writing. I'm buying for Spring '07, and all of our fall inventory is starting to not roll in, but pour in. We've got some really exciting new things for the fall season so I can't complain.
I've been wondering about something...I'm not sure that I can express it very well but I'll try. A couple of weeks ago I was talking with Dane and I asked him what kind of person I seemed like. What I meant is that people dress certain ways so that they can be recognized by their tribe, so to speak. Some people you can tell like certain things and you can guess what kind of conversation you would have with them by the tattoos they have or their hair cut. Dane said to me that I am like the little girl in the Bee costume in the Blind Melon video that made them famous in the 90's. In the video this little girl is in a Bee costume and she tap dances but no one in her town understands her. One day she finds a field full of people dancing in Bee costumes and she joins them. I can't remember the details of that video, but that's the sentiment anyhow.
You'd think that I would feel better knowing that my tribe is out there somewhere, here's the problem...I think my tribe are spies incognito. I know this because I'm incognito; which would mean that if I ever came across a field of dancing people in Bee costumes, so to speak, I'd be completely unaware of them.
Why am I boring you with this? I want you, if you know me, to write to me and tell me where I belong, not because I'm lost, but because I'm really curious (I already know that I'm a total geek though). All of my friends, to me, seem really different from one another.
So you tell me.
I've been wondering about something...I'm not sure that I can express it very well but I'll try. A couple of weeks ago I was talking with Dane and I asked him what kind of person I seemed like. What I meant is that people dress certain ways so that they can be recognized by their tribe, so to speak. Some people you can tell like certain things and you can guess what kind of conversation you would have with them by the tattoos they have or their hair cut. Dane said to me that I am like the little girl in the Bee costume in the Blind Melon video that made them famous in the 90's. In the video this little girl is in a Bee costume and she tap dances but no one in her town understands her. One day she finds a field full of people dancing in Bee costumes and she joins them. I can't remember the details of that video, but that's the sentiment anyhow.
You'd think that I would feel better knowing that my tribe is out there somewhere, here's the problem...I think my tribe are spies incognito. I know this because I'm incognito; which would mean that if I ever came across a field of dancing people in Bee costumes, so to speak, I'd be completely unaware of them.
Why am I boring you with this? I want you, if you know me, to write to me and tell me where I belong, not because I'm lost, but because I'm really curious (I already know that I'm a total geek though). All of my friends, to me, seem really different from one another.
So you tell me.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Battle
I have spent the better part of my life in a battle with my body. It's been the enemy I've either felt the need to conquer or surrender to. I think a lot of people feel that way. For myself it started from as far back as I can remember, you see I grew up in a house with two chain smokers, so I was always short of breath. I was picked for every sports team last because I couldn't run very fast or far, my lungs would feel like they were tearing to shreds inside my chest while the other kids seemed to just fly right past. I pretty much gave up on any sort of sporting activity and lethargy set in.
The enemy then was the second hand smoke that was eating away at my lungs and making my clothes smell really bad. I guess I'm still mad about that! I just read today that second hand smoke inhalation by pre-menopausal women leads to a twice as high risk of osteoporosis and lowers bone density.
naturally I went through the typical girl phobia of being overweight no matter how thin I was. I felt chubby when I clearly wasn't and only felt thin enough when I was seriously underweight. I do however have edema in my legs which makes them swell and look sausagey if I don't elevate them or wear compression stockings (which in this heat is unbearable). My body was the enemy then because I couldn't wear whatever I wanted without being self conscious. I haven't worn shorts or summer skirts/dresses in more then 10 years and I'm not even 30.....quite yet. My legs were always tired and heavy.
Now that I've been practicing yoga for a few Months I'm starting to make friends with the enemy. It's an amazing feeling when your body does some kind of crazy contortion that takes strength of mind as well as body, and a shitload of flexibility. For me a serious achievement has been feeling my lungs capacity really expand. The legs still give me grief, but in general they don't feel as heavy as usual and the swelling is not as bad.
What I've learned is that it's not the body that is the enemy, it's the mind! You can't blame it on societal beauty requirements because the problem is a weak mind that is willing to absorb it all and believe that their physical being is their self worth. Honestly, when you're in a hot room sweating your ass literally off (he he) and you're standing on one leg with while holding the other with one hand while stretching it up and out behind you, well, you just respect your body more.
Now that there is no battle to fight and I've matured enough to realize that it is how you feel and not necessarily how you look I've found some peace of mind. If this is a glimpse into my 30's, bring 'em on!
The enemy then was the second hand smoke that was eating away at my lungs and making my clothes smell really bad. I guess I'm still mad about that! I just read today that second hand smoke inhalation by pre-menopausal women leads to a twice as high risk of osteoporosis and lowers bone density.
naturally I went through the typical girl phobia of being overweight no matter how thin I was. I felt chubby when I clearly wasn't and only felt thin enough when I was seriously underweight. I do however have edema in my legs which makes them swell and look sausagey if I don't elevate them or wear compression stockings (which in this heat is unbearable). My body was the enemy then because I couldn't wear whatever I wanted without being self conscious. I haven't worn shorts or summer skirts/dresses in more then 10 years and I'm not even 30.....quite yet. My legs were always tired and heavy.
Now that I've been practicing yoga for a few Months I'm starting to make friends with the enemy. It's an amazing feeling when your body does some kind of crazy contortion that takes strength of mind as well as body, and a shitload of flexibility. For me a serious achievement has been feeling my lungs capacity really expand. The legs still give me grief, but in general they don't feel as heavy as usual and the swelling is not as bad.
What I've learned is that it's not the body that is the enemy, it's the mind! You can't blame it on societal beauty requirements because the problem is a weak mind that is willing to absorb it all and believe that their physical being is their self worth. Honestly, when you're in a hot room sweating your ass literally off (he he) and you're standing on one leg with while holding the other with one hand while stretching it up and out behind you, well, you just respect your body more.
Now that there is no battle to fight and I've matured enough to realize that it is how you feel and not necessarily how you look I've found some peace of mind. If this is a glimpse into my 30's, bring 'em on!
Friday, August 04, 2006
Lovely
These are some photos that I took on a walk with Dane. There is and inlet a few blocks away from where we live that opens to the ocean. Mario's ice cream factory and shop is right there too! Mmmmmm chocolate.
This is the area where the Olympic village will be built. When the 2010 winter Olympics are over the buildings will be turned into fair market condo's. What might save Vancouver from another architectural nightmare is that many of the old warehouses that are quite charming have been granted heritage status. Though most of them are derelict the facades must remain and be brought back to their original state. As you all know by now, I think that most of the architecture in Vancouver is embarrassing and uninhabitable. Let's cross our fingers and hope that this new era of construction mania doesn't add to the clutter known as Vancouver.
Along the seawall I caught the sun as it was setting behind the Burrard Street Bridge.
I am constantly amazed at how near to natural beauty I live. What I can't even begin to describe is the air. It's salty, fresh and so clean. It has you breathing in deeply so that the very far reaches of your lungs can fill with the sea salt infused air. It makes you feel dizzy and alive. Although I'm prone to exaggeration this does not even begin to explain the feeling of breathing in the fresh sea air.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
David Emanuel Photo
Photo's finally! Here is one of David Emanuel drawing on our writers block at the store. It was a pretty interesting day. I found David (yes we were on a first name basis) to be very fun and well mannered. We talked fashion and had a few laughs.
Being on camera was kind of fun I'll admit, though I won't be racing to be on any kind of reality show anytime soon. I will receive a copy of the episode in a month or so and it will probably air sometime in the winter.
So there you have it folks. I was one degree of separation away from the British royal family for a day.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Summer Heat
It's hot in this town and I think I'm the only one enjoying it! A lot of people have been coming into the store complaining about the heat, after what felt like eternal rain this is what I've been waiting for!
In Vancouver no matter how hot it gets the shade is always pleasant and the Ocean breeze freshens the air constantly so it's never thick and sticking to you like it does in Toronto.
Photo's are on the way, just not today. I have a lot a great pictures...just not the patience to upload them.
In Vancouver no matter how hot it gets the shade is always pleasant and the Ocean breeze freshens the air constantly so it's never thick and sticking to you like it does in Toronto.
Photo's are on the way, just not today. I have a lot a great pictures...just not the patience to upload them.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
David Emanuel Everyone!
Good news everyone! David Emanuel is doing a television show called 'Shop Around the World' and the crew is going to stop at the store for their Vancouver segment.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
More On Driving in Vancouver
I forgot to mention the 'by the way I'm turning left' and the also popular 'I'm turning left sometime in the future'.
The first is when you are going along just dandy like, and all of a sudden the jerk in front of you decides that they want to go left and stops with no warning. So if you are new to driving in Vancouver keep some space between yourself and the driver in front of you.
The latter is the exact opposite. This driver will have their turning signal going for a couple of blocks leaving you wondering if you'll be going 30 km/hr forever.
Like in New Jersey (check out New York Hack)people here don't often use turn signals so you may find yourself in a collision. If you do use your signals to change lanes you'll find that if there is a car behind you in that lane they will speed up so that you either can't get into the lane or they will do the 'speed up, cut you off then slow to a crawl' as mentioned in my last entry. This is by far the most aggravating driving technique I have ever experienced anywhere in the world; I challenge you to find one more frustrating. It reminds me of being in kindergarten or grade one when being first was really important for no real reason.
The first is when you are going along just dandy like, and all of a sudden the jerk in front of you decides that they want to go left and stops with no warning. So if you are new to driving in Vancouver keep some space between yourself and the driver in front of you.
The latter is the exact opposite. This driver will have their turning signal going for a couple of blocks leaving you wondering if you'll be going 30 km/hr forever.
Like in New Jersey (check out New York Hack)people here don't often use turn signals so you may find yourself in a collision. If you do use your signals to change lanes you'll find that if there is a car behind you in that lane they will speed up so that you either can't get into the lane or they will do the 'speed up, cut you off then slow to a crawl' as mentioned in my last entry. This is by far the most aggravating driving technique I have ever experienced anywhere in the world; I challenge you to find one more frustrating. It reminds me of being in kindergarten or grade one when being first was really important for no real reason.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Vancouver Driving
This is a quick one though this subject definitely deserves a lot more attention.
Last night while I was waiting for Dane to pick me up for a game of tennis I noticed a great license plate. It was simply: AAARGH, now I can't even begin to explain why this is so particularly appropriate for Vancouver....but I'll try. Here is a short break down of Vancouver driving ineptitude.
1) The famous and regularly implemented 'speed up, cut you off then slow to a crawl'. An example of this was when we were headed home from our tennis game last night and a car sped out of a side street totally cutting us off then slowed to about 30km/hr...on a main road so main that it's actually called Main Street. That was not enough for this person, when we tried to move into the lane next to us to escape that car it cut us off again! Twice in under 3 minutes and all we wanted was to actually go the speed limit.
2) Relates to 1. The speed limit. Just about every driver here ignores it...but not to go faster as one would think people in a city would have places to go and people to see....but they usualy go (and this is no exaggeration) 10-20 km/hr BELOW the speed limit. (People from Texas are worse then locals though...Seriously at 20km/hr just get out and walk)
That's all I have time for now. I will have more to share as driving is more aggravating then walking (see: red rover red rover.......post, link on right side list) which will lead us to the rules of bike riding.
Last night while I was waiting for Dane to pick me up for a game of tennis I noticed a great license plate. It was simply: AAARGH, now I can't even begin to explain why this is so particularly appropriate for Vancouver....but I'll try. Here is a short break down of Vancouver driving ineptitude.
1) The famous and regularly implemented 'speed up, cut you off then slow to a crawl'. An example of this was when we were headed home from our tennis game last night and a car sped out of a side street totally cutting us off then slowed to about 30km/hr...on a main road so main that it's actually called Main Street. That was not enough for this person, when we tried to move into the lane next to us to escape that car it cut us off again! Twice in under 3 minutes and all we wanted was to actually go the speed limit.
2) Relates to 1. The speed limit. Just about every driver here ignores it...but not to go faster as one would think people in a city would have places to go and people to see....but they usualy go (and this is no exaggeration) 10-20 km/hr BELOW the speed limit. (People from Texas are worse then locals though...Seriously at 20km/hr just get out and walk)
That's all I have time for now. I will have more to share as driving is more aggravating then walking (see: red rover red rover.......post, link on right side list) which will lead us to the rules of bike riding.
Friday, July 07, 2006
V is for Vacation!
These are crabs that are tearing apart a muscle. I have a video of them going at the poor thing and it looks like it's sped up they are moving so fast. What amazes me about the little crabs on Qualicum beach is that they come in all kinds of colours from bright green to deep red. Some of them have a really big left pincher and others are symmetrical.When the sun is setting and the tide is coming back in if you stand very still on the rocky part of the beach you can hear them scuttling around the rocks. It's such an eerie sound because you can hear thousands of them moving around and if they had a collective consciousness they would probably attack and eat you!
Jelly fish!
Arrrgh! Monster shadows.
I don't usually do the Bavarian Farmer girl thing, but because my bangs stood straight up I decided to pay homage to my roots. I can't even begin to describe how amazing the air smells here.
And the Ferry ride home...sigh. V is for Very sad to go home so soon.
V is for Vancouver Island!
As many of you know Dane and I never close the store. We work seven days a week and that's just the way it is.
We closed the shop for two days over the Canada Day long weekend and went to Vancouver Island and it was magnificent! We were in Qualicum which is about 40 minutes North of Nanaimo. The beach there is fairly isolated so you can really get a lot of relaxing done.
This is a photo of the inside of a dead crab that I have a portrait of below. It's weird how the photo's on this thing don't post in sequence of how you upload them. Dane found this crab on the beach and left it in a small tide pool to see what would happen and we learned that crabs are cannibals. The inside of this crab was full of what ever crabs are full of and when I took this photo the tiny crabs (also pictured below) had eaten half of it's insides!
This is Dane going out to sea.
We closed the shop for two days over the Canada Day long weekend and went to Vancouver Island and it was magnificent! We were in Qualicum which is about 40 minutes North of Nanaimo. The beach there is fairly isolated so you can really get a lot of relaxing done.
This is a photo of the inside of a dead crab that I have a portrait of below. It's weird how the photo's on this thing don't post in sequence of how you upload them. Dane found this crab on the beach and left it in a small tide pool to see what would happen and we learned that crabs are cannibals. The inside of this crab was full of what ever crabs are full of and when I took this photo the tiny crabs (also pictured below) had eaten half of it's insides!
This is Dane going out to sea.
This is the dead crab that we fed to the smaller crabs.
This is a little crab. It's like a live National Geographic show on that beach. In Ontario you'd never get to get so close to wild sea creatures. It's pretty amazing how close to nature you really are out here.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Friends
I wasn't going to post this one, but with Claudia's request for more I thought I'd post it even though it was written last week and I have all kinds of photo's to share.
I recently had a great conversation with my friend Andie. She helped me out with a fantastic new haircut on Thursday and a new realization. One of my biggest complaints about Vancouver has been that it is generally an unfriendly city. People are superficially very friendly, but forming friendships here is difficult.
Hard core Vancouverites (remember the ones that Lughhhhhhve Vancouver) will dispute this fact and say that it's the new comers that aren't trying hard enough to make friends. I will say as someone who has been here for three years that my first year here was really fucking hard, and that no matter how outgoing I was no one wanted to know me, and finding work was like trying to find a snowball in Mexico.
What Andie made me realize is that it's o.k to not be friendly. Thanks Andie!
I recently had a great conversation with my friend Andie. She helped me out with a fantastic new haircut on Thursday and a new realization. One of my biggest complaints about Vancouver has been that it is generally an unfriendly city. People are superficially very friendly, but forming friendships here is difficult.
Hard core Vancouverites (remember the ones that Lughhhhhhve Vancouver) will dispute this fact and say that it's the new comers that aren't trying hard enough to make friends. I will say as someone who has been here for three years that my first year here was really fucking hard, and that no matter how outgoing I was no one wanted to know me, and finding work was like trying to find a snowball in Mexico.
What Andie made me realize is that it's o.k to not be friendly. Thanks Andie!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Shake on it.
Sometimes when you shake hands with the devil you don't realize that it isn't the devil at all, it's just you on a bad day. So you go out into the world and you do the things you shook on, and then when the spell is broken and you come to your senses you feel kind of embarrassed. So you go on with things trying to be the best person that you can be, and every once in a while a post card like memory just finds it's way into you, and there you are again facing the devil, except that this time you know that it's you.
Cryptic? Not really, it's just how I feel when I find a thread that leads to somewhere inside my ribs where I've stored bad memories. Usually there is someone else attached and I can't do anything about it anymore. It's not because I lack the bravery, but because it becomes about letting go and untying the thread.
Make sense. Maybe not, but just remember look both ways before you shake hands with the devil.
Cryptic? Not really, it's just how I feel when I find a thread that leads to somewhere inside my ribs where I've stored bad memories. Usually there is someone else attached and I can't do anything about it anymore. It's not because I lack the bravery, but because it becomes about letting go and untying the thread.
Make sense. Maybe not, but just remember look both ways before you shake hands with the devil.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Red Rover Red Rover.............
It seems that I've talked more about myself then Vancouver here. For anyone who is reading my ramblings I guess I owe you a little something about this town.
Rules for pedestriansVancouver:
#1) On Robson the foreign exchange students walk arm in arm from one end of the sidewalk to the other. When approaching them it's much like a game of Red Rover. So what you do is put your head down and keep walking, at the last second they will part like the red sea for Moses and you will safely make it through. Often I stick an elbow out for insurance or use my Beck(y) skate bag as a shield.
#2) NEVER say 'excuse' me when you wish to pass a slowpoke dawdling in front of you taking up half the sidewalk with their one friend taking up the other half. It's a sign of aggression here, I realize that in most parts of the world it's a polite way of letting someone know that you are in a hurry and you need to pass them......I guess it's the pedestrian version of cars using signals, which may explain why people here don't use their signals when driving....perhaps this is also considered aggressive.
#3) When the desire to walk faster then those meandering in front of you it is customary to make your presence know in the most passive aggressive way possible. You can try walking really close to the obstructing individuals while talking loudly, if you are walking solo cough in their personal space and if necessary stepping on the backs of their heels is also acceptable....as I mentioned in #2 NEVER ask to pass, you will only get yourself dirty looks, they will move, but in a Vancouver minute which is equivalent to a New York Week. I know I don't have that kind of time!
#4) When a group of individuals spill out of any establishment they will obstruct as much of the sidewalk as possible. Asking to be let through is again an act of aggression and you don't have all week do you!? This is much like the Robson game of Red Rover, barrel on through and they will each apologize for being in your way or throw you a dirty glance, it's a toss up. Remember the key here is 'Passive aggressive', direct verbal contact is an immediate confrontation. The alternative is to step into the traffic, which I do not advise.
basically if you've ever seen that Verve video (bitter sweet symphony) where Richard Ashcroft walks down the street bumping into people you have a visual on what you're in for. Just do what Richard does and you'll fit right in.....and you won't have to change your mold no no....no no.
In my opinion the city should paint arrows on the sidewalk to help people keep to the right like the flow of traffic, and like they teach you in kindergarten.
Rules for pedestriansVancouver:
#1) On Robson the foreign exchange students walk arm in arm from one end of the sidewalk to the other. When approaching them it's much like a game of Red Rover. So what you do is put your head down and keep walking, at the last second they will part like the red sea for Moses and you will safely make it through. Often I stick an elbow out for insurance or use my Beck(y) skate bag as a shield.
#2) NEVER say 'excuse' me when you wish to pass a slowpoke dawdling in front of you taking up half the sidewalk with their one friend taking up the other half. It's a sign of aggression here, I realize that in most parts of the world it's a polite way of letting someone know that you are in a hurry and you need to pass them......I guess it's the pedestrian version of cars using signals, which may explain why people here don't use their signals when driving....perhaps this is also considered aggressive.
#3) When the desire to walk faster then those meandering in front of you it is customary to make your presence know in the most passive aggressive way possible. You can try walking really close to the obstructing individuals while talking loudly, if you are walking solo cough in their personal space and if necessary stepping on the backs of their heels is also acceptable....as I mentioned in #2 NEVER ask to pass, you will only get yourself dirty looks, they will move, but in a Vancouver minute which is equivalent to a New York Week. I know I don't have that kind of time!
#4) When a group of individuals spill out of any establishment they will obstruct as much of the sidewalk as possible. Asking to be let through is again an act of aggression and you don't have all week do you!? This is much like the Robson game of Red Rover, barrel on through and they will each apologize for being in your way or throw you a dirty glance, it's a toss up. Remember the key here is 'Passive aggressive', direct verbal contact is an immediate confrontation. The alternative is to step into the traffic, which I do not advise.
basically if you've ever seen that Verve video (bitter sweet symphony) where Richard Ashcroft walks down the street bumping into people you have a visual on what you're in for. Just do what Richard does and you'll fit right in.....and you won't have to change your mold no no....no no.
In my opinion the city should paint arrows on the sidewalk to help people keep to the right like the flow of traffic, and like they teach you in kindergarten.
Friday, June 23, 2006
mock me why don't you....
You know you are entering a new era of your life when you look in your refridgerator and find that you have an army of salad dressings staring back at you.
I looked in my cupboard and found two unopened bottles of salad dressing and when I opened my fridge I found three opened ones....mocking me.
It' like I've prematurely hit middle age!
Every time I see salad dressing on sale, like the Eastern European immigrant that I am, I buy it. I will say that I've added some West Coast Canadian flare to my new obsessive compulsive disorder....notice how it's all organic.
I looked in my cupboard and found two unopened bottles of salad dressing and when I opened my fridge I found three opened ones....mocking me.It' like I've prematurely hit middle age!
Every time I see salad dressing on sale, like the Eastern European immigrant that I am, I buy it. I will say that I've added some West Coast Canadian flare to my new obsessive compulsive disorder....notice how it's all organic.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Lark & Ea picture sampling
"Hi Paul" (Reggie's twin brother) "You want to go to Elaine's and have some Champaign?" and that's just what they did. Elaine wooed some people away from the shop with the promise of alcohol. Which would explain why when Dane and I crawled up the stairs three hours later and found her cat Jim in the hall with his paws jammed under her door and his face smushed up against it.
And Shauna.......why do you want to attack and eat my camera...oh yeah...you've had some Champaign.
Oh Nick Tay you pumpkin. How pooped you are after all of the madness.
Andie....Andie....Andie......I don't really know what to say about this one.....but really, what is Elaine doing?
And Reggie. Why do you and Shauna both want to eat my camera?
So this is a small selection of photo's from the party. There are many, many more that I will have Shauna post on the Lark website. I've been having a lot of trouble getting pictures up on this blog recently so this'll be it for now.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Don't even get me started.......
I have had something on my mind for a while now and it's time that I get it out. Some of you may not like what I have to say....but it needs saying.
What is up with people bringing their misbehaved children to fancy restaurants and cafes? Seriously Vancouver!!!!! Yes you Vancouver!!!!!
Every Sunday for just over a year Dane and I have been having brunch every Sunday at Aurora Bistro, today was the last day that they will be serving brunch ever, so we made sure to wake up with enough time to enjoy our breakfast and still get the shop opened. What horrified me the most was that even though it was like eating in a fucking day care, I was so used to it that it didn't even occur to me to be mad about the noise and chaos until now. Aurora Bistro is fancy...it's not the white spot or some other FAMILY restaurant...it's where grown ups go to relax and unwind....grown ups without children that wish to enjoy one another and grown ups with children who want to get away from them for a couple of hours. I absolutely fear having children because should I shell out for a baby sitter so that I may escape them and enjoy a quiet meal I'll only be confronted with some unruly brat at the next table. Do I have to go to Toronto or Montreal to eat in peace or wait until past the average bedtime of a toddler?
Let me just clarify one thing before anyone who might be reading this gets their nickers in a knot, not all children are poorly behaved, in fact many are delightful. The fault is with those parents who seem to forget to discipline their children, and also those parents who do not see their precious children's limitations. Some kids can eat at Aurora and behave, and others just can't.
I'm SO tired of parents who let their kids run wild and behave like monsters, it's not the fault of the children, they're doing what they do...it's the god damn inconsiderate parents who seem to think that the sun rises and sets for their precious genetic creation. Parents who get mad at sweet natured dogs and cats who nip at children who pull their tales....It's and animal! Teach your child how to treat them or the animal will! And while you're at it teach your children that yelling and screaming in a 1200 square foot restaurant is inappropriate! Also, don't be giving them donuts and then setting them loose on my nerves!
I used to like going to a cafe a bit further down Main St so that I could escape the shop and some of soma's way too regular regulars; but I had to stop going there when the last time I went a man was reading his paper while his toddler daughter was climbing up on the tables.......with her shoes! Dude, your kid is bored, doesn't want to watch you read, and she's eating a cookie so she's getting high on sugar...... sugar is speed for children!
For those that have well mannered children that they clearly nurture and discipline, well, I say thank you and bring 'em along! Also please advise on what to do about parents who are oblivious to their children's needs.
Thanks...........it feels good to get that off my chest..........oh and I love Aurora and don't blame them for not doing brunch........can't wait to have dinner there sometime very soon.
What is up with people bringing their misbehaved children to fancy restaurants and cafes? Seriously Vancouver!!!!! Yes you Vancouver!!!!!
Every Sunday for just over a year Dane and I have been having brunch every Sunday at Aurora Bistro, today was the last day that they will be serving brunch ever, so we made sure to wake up with enough time to enjoy our breakfast and still get the shop opened. What horrified me the most was that even though it was like eating in a fucking day care, I was so used to it that it didn't even occur to me to be mad about the noise and chaos until now. Aurora Bistro is fancy...it's not the white spot or some other FAMILY restaurant...it's where grown ups go to relax and unwind....grown ups without children that wish to enjoy one another and grown ups with children who want to get away from them for a couple of hours. I absolutely fear having children because should I shell out for a baby sitter so that I may escape them and enjoy a quiet meal I'll only be confronted with some unruly brat at the next table. Do I have to go to Toronto or Montreal to eat in peace or wait until past the average bedtime of a toddler?
Let me just clarify one thing before anyone who might be reading this gets their nickers in a knot, not all children are poorly behaved, in fact many are delightful. The fault is with those parents who seem to forget to discipline their children, and also those parents who do not see their precious children's limitations. Some kids can eat at Aurora and behave, and others just can't.
I'm SO tired of parents who let their kids run wild and behave like monsters, it's not the fault of the children, they're doing what they do...it's the god damn inconsiderate parents who seem to think that the sun rises and sets for their precious genetic creation. Parents who get mad at sweet natured dogs and cats who nip at children who pull their tales....It's and animal! Teach your child how to treat them or the animal will! And while you're at it teach your children that yelling and screaming in a 1200 square foot restaurant is inappropriate! Also, don't be giving them donuts and then setting them loose on my nerves!
I used to like going to a cafe a bit further down Main St so that I could escape the shop and some of soma's way too regular regulars; but I had to stop going there when the last time I went a man was reading his paper while his toddler daughter was climbing up on the tables.......with her shoes! Dude, your kid is bored, doesn't want to watch you read, and she's eating a cookie so she's getting high on sugar...... sugar is speed for children!
For those that have well mannered children that they clearly nurture and discipline, well, I say thank you and bring 'em along! Also please advise on what to do about parents who are oblivious to their children's needs.
Thanks...........it feels good to get that off my chest..........oh and I love Aurora and don't blame them for not doing brunch........can't wait to have dinner there sometime very soon.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
EA & Lark Party
Last night was like something out of a eighties teen movie...you know, the one where there are people spilling out onto the front lawn, the one where the cops show up and they don't really want to deal with it, the one where if they had just gone home before the game of spin the bottle it all would have worked out fine. Except it was grown ups and Dane & I shut it down before anyone had the chance to lose their respectability....THANK GOD!
Nick and Nat made something like $1100 for the Red Cross Sudan relief fund....which was fantastic. At the end of the night when Dane and I were taking out the empties we met a man named Bala. He collects empties around this neighbourhood to send money to Sri Lanka to help the people who are still affected by the tsunami. In his hometown he said they have lost 364 children and that many people are still dying because of a lack of medicine, water and food. I think he said that he has lost much of his own family. He is very humble, Dane and I were both sure he was on the straight and narrow. Bala says he has a very good job and that he doesn't need the money, he does it to help his people and the money goes to Toronto where there is an organization (or he may have said friend....I was very tired at that point) that makes sure the money gets there.
So if you live around Main St and you see a very tall thin Sri Lankin man with short tidy hair that does not look at all like the usual bottle collectors in this area help him out with your empties, it's the very absolute least that we can do. He will tell you that you are very good people and that you have big hearts and you will probably feel humbled by him and shocked that he should say such things about someone who is merely giving him their garbage rather then tossing it in an alley.
I will publish photo's from the party sooooooon as I can. I've got some real gems., thank you alcohol!
Nick and Nat made something like $1100 for the Red Cross Sudan relief fund....which was fantastic. At the end of the night when Dane and I were taking out the empties we met a man named Bala. He collects empties around this neighbourhood to send money to Sri Lanka to help the people who are still affected by the tsunami. In his hometown he said they have lost 364 children and that many people are still dying because of a lack of medicine, water and food. I think he said that he has lost much of his own family. He is very humble, Dane and I were both sure he was on the straight and narrow. Bala says he has a very good job and that he doesn't need the money, he does it to help his people and the money goes to Toronto where there is an organization (or he may have said friend....I was very tired at that point) that makes sure the money gets there.
So if you live around Main St and you see a very tall thin Sri Lankin man with short tidy hair that does not look at all like the usual bottle collectors in this area help him out with your empties, it's the very absolute least that we can do. He will tell you that you are very good people and that you have big hearts and you will probably feel humbled by him and shocked that he should say such things about someone who is merely giving him their garbage rather then tossing it in an alley.
I will publish photo's from the party sooooooon as I can. I've got some real gems., thank you alcohol!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Dane's birthday party 1c (CAKE!)
Our lovely neighbour Isabel made Dane a Cake for his birthday. Isn't it beautiful! It was SO good. Isabel is from Brazil and she made a Brazilian icing that was really rich and wonderful. In fact, it was so good that people were commenting on it days later. I couldn't find a photo of her in my mad collection of Birthday photo's. She looks a lot like my friend Leanna (when Leanna has a tan) in Toronto, especially when she smiles.
" Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm........Take the photo already we want cake!"
Monday, June 12, 2006
Dane's Birthday Part 1c (meat meat meat meat and birthday steak)
Those of you that are in Toronto may be surprised to find out that we have become full on carnivores. I got HUNGRY!
The truth is that we spent some time in the company of hardcore vegans and they brought out the meat eaters in us both. It's a long-ish story and all I want to say is that the fog has lifted and I can think more clearly and I have more energy.
When Dane turned his back for a moment his plate grew lemon boobs!!!!
Arghhhhh mmmmm snarl MEAT!
The truth is that we spent some time in the company of hardcore vegans and they brought out the meat eaters in us both. It's a long-ish story and all I want to say is that the fog has lifted and I can think more clearly and I have more energy.
When Dane turned his back for a moment his plate grew lemon boobs!!!!
Arghhhhh mmmmm snarl MEAT!
Precious!!!! My Precious!!!
Dane got drunk on steak.....look at how cute his is all woozy and delirious with joy.
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