brilliant…

WHITE ROCK MAR 2014

 

I don’t normally post photos from my iphone, but this was just one of those shots worthy of discussion! White Rock has been a miserable, cold, soppy, soggy mess this week, so it was very exciting when the sun showed up for a spectacular slice through the sky for a few minutes before it set today. It was like a blindingly brilliant window into heaven.

raspberries: saving minds daily…

RASPBERRIES3

 

Who knew that these delightful little aggregated drupelets could save me from running down my street screaming obscenities at the top of my lungs. You see, I don’t do winter very well. At least not Pacific Northwest winters, full of grey heavy skies that insist on dropping all their contents all over the place, constantly! The only things that ease the gloom are these delicious raspberries that remind me of warm, sunny summer sunshine! And thank God for yogurt too. The perfect companion for raspberries! Oh, and chocolate too…

when “thong” meant something else…

TOY CAR 2

 

This is the kind of toy I used to love as a kid. I would build entire towns in my sandbox with little metal backhoes, and then cruise the streets with my hot wheels! Those were the days when “thong” was something you wore on your feet! It took me a while to relearn that word. When my kids started screeching in horror whenever I’d tell them to go put on their thongs, I knew things would never be the same.

how little i know about you…

NIGHTLIFE

Gastown Nightlife

Project 365 Photos: #47

Gastown is one of my favourite places to visit in Vancouver, BC. It’s all vintagey and historic–awesome photo fodder. It’s also one of the hottest up-and-coming hipster neighbourhoods in Canada.

We decided to take the kids clothes shopping yesterday, and headed into Vancouver. My 13-year-old daughter wanted to hit the big Pacific Centre mall with me (yuck…I detest shopping), but my 16-year-old son scoffed at that and chose instead to head for Gastown with his “square” dad. He never believes his dad when he tells him about all the cool stores and restaurants he knows in the area (his office is only blocks away). So it’s no surprise that his mind was completely blown by the time Jane and I met up with them again.

After the kids had their fill of shopping, we stuck around Gastown for some dinner and nightlife. Mark and I couldn’t stop chuckling about how little our kids know about us. We’ve got some groove, baby!

Critical Footnote:

This morning we were talking about how little our kids know about us again, and my hubby drops this bomb…

Mark: Jen, do you know who did this song originally (Debra Harry’s “One Way of Another” was playing on the radio)?

Jen: Of course, Blondie. Debra Harry is still one of the coolest artists out there.

Mark: I met her once.

Jen: What?!?!

Mark: Yeah. When I was working in New York, I met her.

Jen: How come you never mentioned that?

Mark: I don’t know.

Jen: Exactly when and where? I need details!!!!!!!

Mark: I don’t know. Probably in some meeting, but  a guy I work with has been to her house.

Jen: WTF?!!!!

Mark: Yeah. He’s in a punk band.

Jen: WTF?!?!? When I ask you how your day is, this is EXACTLY the type of detail that should be shared with me. Not, “I had a really good sushi roll for lunch.”!!!!!!

 

stalker blossoms…

BLOSSOM

Project 365 Photos: #45

I’ve got a nefarious streak running deep in my veins. It appears I’m willing to take wild risks for a shot! After a fruitless search for signs of spring around my little neighbourhood village, I performed an act of complete desperation, and flat-out sneakiness. I crept into my green-thumbed, somewhat nymph-like, think-she-speaks-to-plants, BFF’s garden, and snapped away without detection or consciense.

Normally, not a big deal, if you ask me, but it just so happens that she’s an awesome photographer with a blog of her own that needs to be fuelled daily too (check her out at Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 4). However, she kinda owes me for sticking a rather humungous paper machier male body part in my front garden in the wee hours of the morning after my 40th birthday party (thank heaven my husband gets up early on weekends to retrieve the newspaper…yikes). Hmmmmm…I don’t think we’re even YET!!!

Most importantly, I got a picture of the only freaking flower blossoms in Ocean Park. Winning!!!!

your turn…

GRADE 11 MATH

Grade 11 Math Hell

Project 365 Photos: #40

Have you tried to help a teenager with grade 11 math lately? Me neither!!!!! I know my limitations. My son is studying tonight, and I happened to spot his open textbook. I literally shuddered when I saw the words, “Your Turn”. This is stuff that I still have nightmares about.

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