I'm leaving for Mayne Island tomorrow instead of Friday - I figured I'd head over earlier and be able to come home Sunday morning and still spend some time with my husband. I'm not really looking forward to it - I feel like I've just come home and now I'm packing up to leave again. And it's spooky over there!

Anyway, the Google blog people must be in a coma because I still can't upload pictures the normal way. Instead I have to use Google Chrome, and I don't even know what that is. The option just appeared on my computer. Here are some holiday pics I'd like to share...

The Church of Guadalupe...

Open marketplace...

Here is how we spent Christmas day!

Here is my daughter hugging a dolphin...

Younger son holds "hands" with his new buddies...

Getting smooched by a sea lion...

Yay! This is fun!

The view from our balcony...

Our oldest boy endures a hug from his mum...

Three happy teenagers playing volleyball...

The beach in town, at night...

Date night!

Christmas dinner at La Dolce Vita - best food ever. What a small world - the owner is from the same town as Lorenzo's parents. They greeted each other like long-lost friends. I haven't eaten Italian cuisine as good as this outside of Italy...

Pizza margarita...

Lorenzo's dinner - who would choose turkey over this?

My handsome husband...

French Bistro - this was the most beautifully designed cafe I've ever seen - every detail was perfect...

Getting psyched to go zip-lining. I stayed at the condo and read...

 Wa-hoo!

Racing through the jungle...

Evening stroll on the Malecon...

Twin love...

With my daughter...

Downtown at night...

Guido drinks a mojito...

This was kind of a bad day. Lorenzo took the kids to the Puerto Vallarta zoo. I opted out as I hate zoos. Anyway, our daughter felt so sorry for the animals there, that she came back to the condo and had a complete meltdown. No more zoos for us...

But wild birds are good! These parrots were not stuck in cages...

A whiter shade of pale...

Waiting for the big one...

Dive!!

Family lunch at Oscar's...

Lorenzo contemplates life....

It just doesn't get any better than this...

Best Christmas EVER!




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Sadly, our tropical vacation is over. I can't wait to go back... The problem will be, who will take care of our dog and rabbit? My cousin had a bit of an adventure. Our stupid dog staged a "great escape" and was gone for over 24 hours. An exhaustive search finally proved successful, but not before my poor cousin nearly had a heart attack. She has since declared her pet-sitting services to be over. Not even a gold fish! Not even a chia-pet! She's done. Never again.

I don't blame her... Boy, did we ever feel bad.

Anyway, tomorrow I'll be on the 10am ferry. The cottage will be as cold as a meat-locker, so I'm bringing some very warm clothes. Until then...

Bad doggie!

Hello again! 

Yes, we're back...to rainy Vancouver. It was a lovely holiday - although it didn't get off to such a promising start. The night before we left, Lorenzo had to rush me downtown to the endodontist to figure out why I was in so much pain. I was given a prescription for antibiotics and pain killers. That night, the whole family slept except for me. At 4am, I woke everyone up and we headed for the airport. As we were boarding our flight, suddenly it became apparent that our son left Lorenzo's carry-on somewhere at the food court. This bag contained his i-pad, video camera, paperwork, etc. A huge fiasco ensued, the bag was located at the lost & found, employees raced across the airport to get it to us (because Lorenzo refused to board the plane without it) meanwhile, the pilot is honking the horn, everyone is freaking out....

The flight was great, and boy...when you step outside in the thick humid air of Mexico, you just find yourself grinning from ear to ear. They hand you a margarita as you're walking out of the airport. So by the time you get to your condo, you're already half gooned.

It was twelve days of bliss, for the most part. Lorenzo ran a red light and got pulled over, so that was kind of funny. They drive like maniacs in Puerto Vallarta, all of the streets are cobble-stoned, everyone is blaring their horn, and it's very stressful..especially if you have three teenagers crammed into the back seat, bickering over someone's leg rubbing up against someone else's.

We swam with dolphins and a sea otter, got tossed around in the ocean, walked the streets every night, went to sleep with the sound of crashing waves outside... It was incredible.
Lorenzo fell into the pool on the day we were leaving and his Blackberry got destroyed, which was unfortunate but also very funny.

Mexico is stunningly beautiful - to come home to gray skies and rain makes us wonder, yet again, why the hell we live here. My serotonin has already dropped. I miss the sunshine, the brightness, the vivid colours of Mexico. My daughter wishes we could move there, but we both know that we'd have to live with bad hair days every single day. The humidity turned my hair into out-of-control ringlets. I think I could live with that, though...

I intended to post pictures, but something is WRONG with Google - a lot of people are complaining that they can't upload pictures, so this is really frustrating. I'm hoping it gets fixed.  A blog without photos is pretty boring.

Well, I'm off to the cottage on Friday morning to paint all the trim. When that's done, Lorenzo will head over and install it. Then the floors will go down and we'll be ready to move our stuff in. Spring Break is March 16 - that's the day we are praying we can finally start enjoying our little shack.

Ciao for now!

 

 

This will be my last post before the trip. Things around here could certainly be better....my son has strep throat, my daughter has a cough, and I've been in agony from a dental procedure that happened on Friday. I was in the dentist's chair for two hours; it took the specialist eight needles to freeze me and it was a nightmare. I have never known such unrelenting pain in my life; this rivals childbirth. I haven't eaten a real meal since Thursday - it hurts to talk, to walk, to breathe. Last night, didn't sleep a wink - the pain was like a red alarm in my mouth, not letting up for a second. If you aren't in pain, you have nothing to complain about, and we take it for granted - not being in pain. When I get through this, I think I'll be a changed person. 

Suffice it to say, the holiday spirit is somewhat lacking. It's only been in the last couple of hours where I can actually see the light at the end of the tunnel - I'm just starting to feel some relief.  When the pain was at its worst, I thought of the recent massacre in Connecticut, which I can't even talk about... I thought, "I can handle anything. Anything but that."
What kind of a world is this? How can there be a god? Lorenzo said it seemed wrong that our lives just go on in the face of such horror, but they do. Life is cruel and unfair.

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Anyway...

I have this thing about the house being spotlessly clean before we go anywhere, and I was so grateful to my lovely daughter who cleaned out the fridge and pantry cupboard for me; it was one of the jobs I really wanted done before we left. My sons have been great too - even the sick one. Lorenzo has the energy of three men, thank goodness, so I've been leaning on him a lot. I feel so useless - today I got groceries, returned library materials, filled up the truck, and when I came home I had to lie down. I am keeping my fingers crossed that I'll have some energy tomorrow - I still have some errands to run, and I want to wash all the hardwood floors before we leave. And I have to pick up bunny pellets... oh these animals - I feel so guilty leaving them behind.

Well, this is it. Tomorrow we pack, and we'll crank the Holiday Jazz and have a stiff rum & eggnog  - I could use one.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas - I'll see you again in the New Year.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cottage is on hold until further notice.
With our trip just around the corner, there is too much to do around here...

It's really great when your kids tell you at the eleventh hour that their shorts are too small. Try finding shorts in December. Then my daughter needed flip-flops and luckily we were able to locate a pair at the mall. I'm mostly worried about my animals, even though my immensely capable cousin has graciously offered to take them on. I wonder if Sachie will think we've abandoned her. And will Marcello protest his new housing arrangement by biting everyone with his scary bunny teeth? He has been known to dislodge Christmas tree ornaments - last year he stretched out under the tree every day. I think it reminded him of being in the forest before he was "rescued" by the shelter people. He's probably still choked about it.

I'm actually not worried about him - he's a rabbit. But dogs are different... This is why pets are a real pain in the butt. You care about them so much that you end up never going anywhere. Just for twelve days away, I have to pack: hay, rabbit pellets, greens (parsley, cilantro, etc) dog food, dog snacks, food bowl, leash & collar, rabbit cage, bunny litter box, sticky roller, Eureka hand-held vacuum for all the pet hair.... It's ridiculous. At least (gulp) they'll have each other...(sniff)

I've been so enjoying our little wooden Christmas "tree" that I've been thinking that our days of buying expensive live trees may be over. There is something wrong about chopping down thousands of trees only to toss them out with the trash after a few weeks. The argument that they're cultivated for this purpose doesn't make it any less wrong to me; trees have souls. And plastic trees are an environmental disaster - don't even get me started.

Therefore, in the spirit of eco-friendliness, here are some festive ideas that do not require the destruction of any living thing and they're made from recycled/found materials:

These are made by a company called "Impossibilitree." The six-foot model gets suspended from your ceiling (which is a little weird) and costs a whopping $425.

This iron & wire Christmas tree is from Crate & Barrel, but I don't think they offer it anymore. In any case, I think it's cute, and if you have a bunch of wire coat-hangers you don't need, maybe you could fashion your own. There's a project for the kids! Fun for the whole family...

These are laser-cut wooden trees that are becoming more popular, but I think they look too much like those cheap balsa-wood planes my brother used to play with...

What a great idea! Stack a bunch of books into a tree-shape and wrap some lights around it. Very cool, and you can show off what an avid reader you are...

How about collecting some sticks and logs and making a table-top tree? The good thing is, when you get sick of it you can toss it in the fireplace and roast marshmallows over it...

This contraption is made from recycled aluminium. Looks like you could use it as a race-car track for the kids...

I think this is my favourite one of all. It looks so organic and humble. I'm going to make one of these - I just have to gather up driftwood when we're on Mayne Island, drill a few holes, and there you go. Who knew that driftwood could have so many uses?

There's something really nice about using things in nature that don't have to be destroyed. If you really need the piney scent in your house, gather up some cedar boughs and place them around the house.


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I've been thinking about how challenging this time of year is for so many people. I find Christmas to be the most difficult season, and I often feel vaguely depressed which in turn makes me feel guilty because I have no reason to be. Maybe it's the fact that it's pitch dark outside by 5pm, it's raining everyday, the kids no longer play with toys or believe in Santa Claus...and then you hear the appeals for the food bank, the Coats for Kids drives, the stories about families struggling to live in grinding poverty...I don't know how people manage these days on their salaries - I really don't. Children are expensive - clothes, shoes, jackets, hair cuts, field trips, etc. Our grocery bill alone is about $1500 a month. You wouldn't believe how much teenagers can eat. So how do people come up with the money for presents, a tree, a turkey, and all the trimmings? It must be so hard.

Lorenzo mentioned giving some money to the downtown east-side this year, and I said I'd rather make a donation to the Empty Stocking Fund or some other bureau which can benefit families. I'm so sick of the drug addicted east-side sucking up a million dollars a day in tax-payer's money while occupying one of the best parts of this city. No one can afford to live downtown, but there they are. A million dollars every single day while children are going to school hungry, without coats, and without any sort of Christmas to look forward to. People who are working hard but unable to make ends meet deserve support; the rest can bite me. Call me hard-hearted but I'm sick of drug addicts and all the resources they require in order to continue being drug addicts. Do I sound like Ebenezer?

I was on the phone with a friend of mine who said she'd like to slip into a coma and wake up to find that Christmas is over. We had a good laugh, but what's so sad about this is that it doesn't have to be this way. If we could just decorate our houses, bake some cookies, and cook a nice meal, it wouldn't be stressful at all. It's the shopping, the buying, the pressure of racking up credit cards, family conflicts - this is what saps the joy out of it for many people.

Mostly for me, though, is the pain of knowing that I'll never get to re-live the years when our kids were little. Those were the best Christmasses. We have our daughter on video telling us how she heard reindeer on the roof - and she knew it was Rudolph! It's absolutely priceless. And one year, Lorenzo agreed to be Santa Claus at the annual school pancake breakfast. I was playing Christmas carols on the piano... It seems like yesterday.

Ho Ho HO!

                                             Lorenzo Claus

Another rainy November day!

No matter, we're leaving for sunny Mexico in exactly 14 days. Yay!

Last night Lorenzo and I sat in his car parked on Hastings St. and talked for an hour. This is what it's come to if we want to have an uninterrupted conversation. The kids are driving us nuts. So we've decided that the only way to cope with three teenagers on this vacation is to keep ourselves in a constant state of mild inebriation...

Anyway, I have to share this...my 18 year-old niece was singing at a club in Vancouver this evening. As luck would have it, tonight was also the high school Christmas concert in which our younger son was scheduled to play drums in the band. He came home sick and was laid out on the couch. Lorenzo really wanted to see our niece sing, so he suggested (with barely contained eagerness) that perhaps he was too sick to perform; he offered to call the band teacher and explain. (I know this makes us sound like awful parents, but what the hell - we're music lovers.)

My son, with a cloth on his head and his eyes closed, groaned - "No Dad...I can't let them down. They're counting me." Because what would a Christmas concert be without our son alternating between the timpani and the cow bell on "It's a Marshmallow World" ?

Luckily, he is enough of a musician to know that one of us needed to see his cousin sing. He's very proud of her. So my brother and I headed down to the Railway Club to see his lovely daughter perform.

She's not even old enough to be playing in clubs yet, but she's already a remarkably talented young woman. She sang very well tonight, but I wasn't able to record anything. Here is a link from when she was in high school. So proud of my pretty little Madeline....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMpW_QduN9I