On my way home from Seattle, Washington today, I spotted this brave soul out in the waves at White Rock Beach. Although it’s not anything I’m even remotely interested in doing, I admire a person who puts down their electronic devices and heads for some real living on the waves. It’s something I need to do more often.
I visited one of my favourite places today–the UBC Museum of Anthropology in Vancouver, BC. It is an absolutely spectacular museum full of First Nations treasures that tell the history of our province well before the white settlers arrived. A united church minister once described people who die as the “angels who go before us”, and I think it’s a beautiful way to remember loved ones. It also struck me as the perfect title for this post.
If you knew just how grey and wet the Pacific Northwest is today, you would know exactly why I’m eating blood oranges. That’s right. I feel kinda homicidal and kinda in need of some serious Vitamin C!!!! We have a rainfall warning in effect, and it seems to be sadly accurate…for once. #@$!%!@#@#^$%&(!!!!
When your teenaged daughter says, “Okay. You can you take a picture of me,” you choke on your coffee, leap to your feet and run upstairs to get your camera bag…STAT!!!!!!! Please tell me that this wasn’t some freak of nature due to a head injury. Hopefully it’s a breakthrough that will last and I’ll be able to keep shooting her photos.
Over Christmas, I managed to make some time to fool around with my new prime 50mm f1.4 lens. I’m finally getting used to the manual focusing, which is good ’cause I’ll have to make due with it until I can afford a much better camera body.
What a great way to start off the 2015! I was interviewed for a wonderful blog called Coffee With A Canine, which profiles really interesting people who love coffee and their furry companions. I struggled to get decent photos of my dogs, because they’re lawless and camera shy (hmmm…come to think of it, so are the humans in my house). Pop by the interview and get all the juicy details about my exotic life.
You know that post-Christmas feeling you get when you’ve spent too much time with your family, watched too many movies, and you’ve got the gluttony blues? Well I sure do. We’ve got cabin fever and expanding waistlines, so it’s time to wrangle this bronco and get us back on track! Don’t worry, I haven’t completely lost my mind. I’ll still make sure we’re indulgent and excessive on New Year’s Eve! Even if it kills me.
I’m making a big pot of delicious Pioneer Woman Chicken Tortilla Soup. It was a hit with my girlfriends a few weeks ago, so why not force it down my kids’ throats tonight? Seriously. I think it’s the only way I’ll get them to eat vegetables. Right now, they’re existing on a diet of Lifesavers and Frosted Flakes, so I went a little “crazy-ass mother” on the household today and threw out everything that even remotely contains sugar. It’s going to be the annual Findlays’ Christmas meltdown tonight, when all of us go looking for something sweet. There might be gunfire.
Last night, a wave of generosity washed over me–the kind that only happens during the dreamy fog of a prime rib and raspberry tiramisu hangover–and I offered to drive my daughter “downtown” to hit the Boxing Day sales today. What the what?!?! I wasn’t impressed when I woke up this morning, and the reality of the situation hit me. There was no feigning an illness, no strained muscle, and no family emergency. I was forced to succumb and we headed to Vancouver. Surprisingly, we found amazing parking spots, the crowds weren’t cranky, and the champagne mimosas at the bar I planted myself in were delicious (it also helps when your darling husband offers to drive)!