Sex&The City

When the Kitty, Ker, Forbes and I get together, it reminds me of Sex & The City - except that we all pretty much turn into Samantha after a few martinis. The girls surprised me with an evening out on the town for my 34th birthday. We kicked off the night at Sanafir, a funky tapas spot on Granville. Nic, Pat and JT joined in on the fun as we sampled prawn, chicken and beef trio dishes and knocked back Kama Sutra cocktails. Ker and I brilliantly concluded that the drinks needed an extra shot of vodka, which may or may not be directly linked to our new-found interest in smoking Nic's cigarettes after dinner. That's right, we laugh in the faces of those who say you get wiser as you get older. After sufficiently horrifying the staff with our saucy photo sessions, we all weaved through the halloween-costumed crowds on the city streets and headed into the Republic because hey, we needed more cocktails and more photo ops! It was another funky venue, complete with high ceilings and cascading chandeliers. Strangely enough though, the DJ ignored the club's modern stylings and served up bad vintage like Bob Segar and Guns and Roses. I think Pat summed it up best - old W music. We still managed to dance up a storm -inspired by just being together and perhaps, the steady stream of cosmopolitans pumping through us. I giggle when I think of the table of baby boomers seated next to us in the club. They looked dumbfounded by our creative use of Kitty's digi-cam. Later, when Ker, Nic and I were huddled outside of the club, protecting our cigarettes from the rain, a girl approached us wondering if we knew where she could get cocaine. I had to giggle thinking, oh good, this is the vibe we're giving off now. Perhaps she thought I was on something because I was (very awkwardly) smoking in the October rain wearing a tank top. I like how Nic answered her by saying, "Cocaine? No, sorry, not around here." As if had she asked us maybe a few blocks away, we could have been of more assistance. We waded back through the rain to Forbes' pad and the girls surprised me with a set of luggage for my upcoming trip to New Orleans. I was so overwhelmed by the entire evening's generosity. From start to finish, the company and the night's energy were infectious. I think we're all a little thankful Kitty's camera battery died by the end of the night, or there could have been some embarassing moments captured! Shivering under a thin blanket on Forbes' couch I looked over at Ker- I had to laugh because her air mattress was really just for show- it was completely deflated and she pretty much slept on the hardwood floor all night, suffering from the (deflated) bed spins. So, although at that moment we didn't look as glamorous as we had felt throughout the evening, it was a fabulous night! I am definitely one of the lucky ones. My wealth is the people in my life and Kitty, Ker, Forbes, JT, Nic & Pat made me feel like a million bucks that night and I can't thank them enough.

Llama in need of a dentist......

I couldn't resist snapping a photo of this buck-toothed beauty when Janet and I took Cody to the pumpkin patch in Richmond this week. I like to think of this as the Austin Powers of the Llama kingdom -who could resist a face like this?

Got the call

New Orleans, here i come! I got the phone call this morning from Habitat For Humanity that my application was accepted for the Louisiana Rebuild project. I couldn't be happier. I've always wanted to do more than simply cut a cheque for charity. I've always wanted to feel like I'm directly making a difference. We will be building a home in Thibodaux, Louisiana, less than an hour's drive from New Orleans in an area that lost 16,000 homes to Hurricane Katrina. I signed up for this project for three reasons: to help others, to see first-hand the devastation of America's costliest natural disaster and to travel to a place on my own where I don't know anyone. I can't wait to meet my fellow Canadians that make up my team and to photograph what I can only anticipate as being a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A surprise package for my birthday......

When I got home from work tonight, there was a mysterious package at my front door. It had no return address on it, just my name and address scrawled on an envelope taped on top. I immediately suspected my friend Kitty - it would be just like her to go out of her way and do something incredibly thoughtful on my birthday. I peeked in the envelope but it was empty inside. My mind was racing. I didn't even want to take the time to travel five steps to the kitchen to get the scissors to rip through the package's tape. I decided to use my teeth instead. Ripping through the tape I found inside......drum roll.....my purse that I lost Oct. 6th!! Someone had dropped it in the mailbox and the kind people at Canada Post sent it my way. Every piece of ID and my credit cards were inside! And, my prized possession, a smooth black stone that I have been carrying around since I was a little girl, is now safely back in my hands. I am so happy that this package arrived on my birthday. I feel like I got my identity back. I am taking this is a great sign of the year ahead. xoxo

Goodbye 33!

There's nothing like travelling 80 km, 250 feet up in the air, soaring above the autumn-coloured treeline, suspended from a cable. And when you're scared of heights, the first step off the platform can turn you whiter than, well, me. But once you let go of the reigns and absorb how high you really are, you can't help but scream with child-like enthusiasm. 33 wrapped up with a wonderful send-off.
Smiley booked us into Whistler's newest hotel: the adara - I fell in love with its modern stylings. Our room had an orange chaise, an Ipod docking station, a "floating" fireplace and a sheepskin rug-covered chair to name but a few cool touches. It even had a noise machine so you could fall asleep to 1 of 20 soothing sounds - with everything ranging from the gentle lapping sound of the surf to the quiet thumping of the human heartbeat. Let's just say after a few pints at the Irish Pub on Friday night, I had to crank up the sounds of the "everglades" to drown out Smiley's snoring. Whether we were strolling through the village shops, sipping martinis at the Mix, breathing in the fresh mountain air, clinking wine glasses in front of our fireplace or flying through the air on cablelines, Whistler didn't disappoint.
I can't believe it's the last day of being 33.....I still feel 24, with so much to learn. But it was definitely a year full of highlights: Sundance Film Fest (travelling with great friends, watching original films, playing in the snow, spotting celebrities and getting goosebumps listening to Martin Sexton's soulful voice); Maui(playing in the surf, watching the sunrise from a volcanic vantage point, standing in a bamboo forest, swimming with reef sharks, snorkelling around a sunken crater, lying under the stars during the Maui Film Fest); buying our first home and doing our own renovations; running my first half marathon; developing my own black and white photographs; Pender Island (travelling with dear friends and seeing orcas for the first time in the wild); Harrison Hot Springs, Bowyer Island, Seattle bitchfests, Chilliwack Lake camping getaways - and another year of healthy friends and family -I'm so excited to see what 34 brings.

maui sunset

Boston Baby!

I am a proud sista! We just got the news that my beautiful and amazingly athletic sister-in-law just qualified for the Boston Maraton this weekend!Clocking in at 3:45:30 during the Okanagan International Marathon, Karen completely shattered her Vancouver Marathon time of 4:26:09 from earlier this year. To shave off so much time in such a short period is almost unheard of. I talked to Karen on Friday night, before Sunday's run - she was coughing up a lung - sounding more like her nose should be running, not her feet.

I know how gruelling it was just doing a half marathon - we trained for months and pushed our bodies to the limit. I have tremendous respect for those who condition their minds and bodies to go the distance -especially those who attempt marathons. Karen has found her passion and is proving to be extremely talented at it. We're so proud of you Karen! xoxo

Thanksgiving

It's time to be thankful. Today I want to celebrate Smiley. I am thankful for this beautiful man's generosity of spirit. On Friday, in a moment of sheer absent-mindedness, I lost my purse (see the entry below). We didn't notice that I was sans purse until we got home. Smiley, being Smiley, told me to go inside, relax over a glass of wine and that he would drive back downtown to look around the area. I told him to just come inside and to consider that purse a token of generosity to a homeless person. But, he didn't want to leave a stone unturned. So, in rush-hour traffic, he drove an hour downtown, asked store clerks in the surrounds about my lost purse and drove back home. After working an eleven hour day, he didn't pull into the driveway until 9:00 p.m.

It's amazing gestures like these that make me look up to him (literally and figuratively). I am thankful that my best friend has such an abundance of character. When I grow up, I want to be just like him. He always says he's just doing what anyone else would do, but I know he's a standout in the crowd.

Lesson Learned

This is a note for all the women who carry purses or the metrosexuals who carry "man-bags" often passed off as "totes" - beware of the contents you pack around.

Tonight I had to report my purse as "lost" to the police - but that is simply because they didn't have a "forgot-in-a-moment-of-complete-and-utter-idiocy" phone number. Caught up in my uber-enthusiasm to present Smiley with a gift I got him after work, I saw him pull up and I leapt into the car. It didn't even occur to me that my purse wasn't among the bags I had in hand. It didn't occur to me until we got home, one hour later. That's when I did the crazy search of the car. I checked under the seat, under the floor mats, in the glove box, in the trunk (as if I had hopped in the car and somehow placed my purse simultaneously in the trunk.) I miss her already. My purse has only been gone for two hours and I'm already personifying it. But, I have to just laugh at my utter dorkiness and hope that some hobo is having the Friday night of his life. The hobo will be particularly delighted to discover that I was proactive enough to fill my purse with extra cash for the weekend ahead. Good times! I carry a tiny ounce of hope that a good samaritan will find my purse and call me with the wonderful news. But then I wake up and realize that a purse left on a park bench is pretty much equivalent to a guy shouting, "who wants some free money? anyone? hellooo....free money, over here!"

So, long story short, here's some tips the cops gave me: Do not carry anything in your purse other than ID and an interact card or credit card (if you're one of those like me who carry it for emergency purposes only-wink wink). Do not carry your keys in your purse - if someone steals your purse, then they have your ID and have access to your home/car. Do not carry your SIN card/Birth certificate/Passport, etc in your purse - these cards are not necessary for you to tote around on a daily basis. I wish I didn't have to lose my purse to write this up......but I'm hoping to help someone else out with this lesson learned. Just payin' it forward people!

The best gift I ever received......

One year I gave my grandma a blank journal and asked her to write about what it was like growing up through the depression and war. I wanted to know about life on the prairies and what it felt like to grow up with so many siblings. I just finished reading the last pages of her book and know that in my hands I hold a treasure. It is without a doubt the greatest gift I have ever received. She took the time to write her history for me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as she talked about falling in love with my grandpa and raising the joy of her life - my mom. I was so excited to read about her personal accounts of what life was like in the depression and how they lived off the land through unforgiving prairie winters. They never complained. They always took stock in what they had - each other. Even when they were all piled into a two bedroom home with no bathroom to speak of, they worked hard as a team. Her life was summarized by the people she met and the fun adventures they endured together. In modern society, too much time is spent commuting, punching the clock, rushing around to nowhere in particular. But in fact, when we look back, it's the time we spend with friends and family that matters the most. I can't wait to have tea with her today. She's my hero. She lives on her own, is 95 and totally self sufficient. Maybe all those survival skills from her younger years have made her the strong woman she is today.
So lesson learned from all of this - slow down, make time for those you love.....and savor every delicious moment of it.
xoxo

I Like You

I re-discovered a little children's book written by Sandol Stoddard Warburg. The simple messages in "I Like You" transcend all ages. Here are a few of my favourite quotes:

I like you because you are a good person to like

When I think something is important you think it is important too

If you go away then I go away too
Or if I stay home you send me a postcard
If I get lost then you are the one that is yelling for me

If you find two four-leaf clovers you give me one
If I find four, I give you two
If we find three, we keep looking

I like you because everything that happens is nicer with you