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Originally from a small seaside town in the North of England, I lived and worked in France, Germany, Belgium, Switzerland and the Maldive Islands before moving to Canada in 1995 - where I intended to stay 'just a couple of years'. Well, I'm still here. I live with my fabulous (Canadian) husband, Lorne, in Vancouver's Westside, close to beaches & downtown. We opted for kitties over kids and are proud parents to 3 wonderful rescues; Mel & Louis, who we adopted in 2010, and little miss Ella, who joined us in 2013. I miss my family in the UK but luckily my sister and best friend, Victoria, lives just down the street with her family. I remain very European at heart and would love to move back there, even for a while. Hopefully I'll convince Lorne & the kitties one day. Besides, I'm fluent in French & German but rarely get chance to use either here. Outside of work I love photography, writing, making cards, working out, camping, kayaking, horse riding & most things really. I've always been an animal lover, support several animal protection organizations and haven't eaten meat in 27 years.
Words To Live By:
We call them dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us how they feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words. Anna Seawell (Author of Black Beauty)


Showing posts with label Birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birthday. Show all posts

May 18, 2011

A week or two of things that did and didn't happen

While I'm in this long-overdue 'post' mode, I thought I'd also do a quick summary of other recent events - good, bad and painful - in hope that I can finally get a little more caught up on this blog.

Did: Resign and leave the Big Brother environment of a certain downtown architecture, engineering, interior design company, after just under two years. I'm surprised it even took that long really - considering there were many occasions during the masses of never-ending overtime there last year, that I came oh-so-very close. I'll spare the gory details but, apart from having a pretty decent direct boss and quite enjoying the company of my marketing co-workers (even though personal pleasantries and conversations were limited and often felt frowned upon), it was an excessive and thankless task - but hey, I learned a lot!  And in resigning, I also learned to enjoy the sense of empowerment that goes with choosing to leave because I simply can't support their gun-ho strategy of sleeping with the oil sands enemy across Alberta - while triumphantly touting themselves as 'sustainable'. Greedily wringing your hands with $$S signs in your eyes & saying you're designing 'LEED-based' buildings for the massive worker's camps/towns at these environmentally disasterous facilities, does not a truly 'sustainable' company make. In fact such claims are what's more commonly known as green-washing.

Anyway, it came as no great surprise that I didn't get a single word of thanks from any of the principals (ie Directors/shareholders) for whom I repeatedly slogged myself ragged at work, making sure the hundreds of proposals, for projects they claimed to want, looked great and were sufficiently researched and well-written to meet the endless stream of hard and intense deadlines. Of course it also didn't help that the wide-eyed puppy in HR waited till the day before I left to actually send out a company-wide email which was so vague that it actually made it sound like I'd got fired. Cheers!

Anyway, who cares? - I'm just pleased to have escaped from that particular workhouse where fun, personality and warmth were to be checked at the door upon entry.

Didn't: Get to enjoy my first ever simulated sky-diving adventure courtesy of Vancouver's FlyZone on my birthday. Lorne's so good at booking surprises and, being the luv that he is, had secretly booked us both at Fly Zone, but when the confirmation came with accompanying Rules and Regulations, he knew he had to let me in on the surprise.... First thing on the "Cannot participate if..." list? If the participant has ever had a shoulder dislocation. Nooooo!!!!  Since I had 7 dislocations and eventually surgery on my left shoulder and my right shoulder is loose and unpredictable at best, there really was no way we could ignore this one. Bummer! I would LOVE to do this skydiving - simulated or for real. I could not believe my bad luck and calling them just to double-check didn't tell me anything different. Un-bloody-believable! I would have just gone for it anyway except that I have been getting odd twinges of instability in both shoulders. Potentially dislocating both at once on my birthday just didn't sound like such a fun idea after all. :-(

Still, in its place, Lorne's going to take me zip-lining in Victoria - something else I've always wanted to do. He did it with some friends last year and had a blast, so I can't wait!

I did unfortunately encounter my first ever bout of strep throat. Wow, it's nasty and I hope we never meet again!!! I've never had such a painful and incredibly swollen throat and glands - my neck was starting to look more like a mountain range. Of course it kicked in full-force the night I finished one job and was hoping to enjoy 4 days off, including my birthday, before starting the new one. Timing, eh? That said, praise be to penicillin, my new superhero - I was thankfully feeling much better within 4-5 days.

Anyhow, despite the strep throat saga, I did nevertheless have a lovely birthday - Lorne completely pampered me with the most amazing breakfast in bed; big fat croissants, pastries/tarts, fruit, bread & yummy cheese. Had I felt better, I would have happily supped a bucks-fizz too, but I wasn't quite up to it at the time. Such a lovely brekky, it was very reminiscent of the outstanding spread that they put on at the delightful B&B "Casa D'Obidos" where we stayed in Obidos, Portugal 5 years ago. We've reminisced often about the wonderous breakfast-fairies who seemed to sneak in overnight and decorate the enormous dining-table with an endless array of tantalizing treats and heavenly goodies.

And on the birthday theme I did receive a surprise ticket to see Ray LaMontagne with Vicky on Sept. 2nd. Wohooo. What better excuse to continue my birthday in another 4 months? I've seen him perform a couple of times before, and really enjoyed it. We're going to make a night of it - go for dinner, see the concert & stay at a hotel downtown just for the hell of it. Can't wait - thanks Vicky, Mark, Bronwyn and River xxx. Thanks to Mum too, for the delicate little silver locket, which thankfully didn't get kicked around or smushed in the post. xxx

I did also start back at running - for the first time since last Summer when I was suffering severe and ongoing muscle spasms/stress in my bum cheek (of all places) and finally had to give up altogether. Albeit I've only done 3 short  runs so far and they have felt like hard work plus I'm presently running a few minutes slower than last year and still a long ways off from the 90-100mins I had worked up to previously, but so far so good.

So now that I'm in week 2 of the new job, the weather's finally picked up, I had a lovely birthday, barring the strep throat which is thankfully now history, and I'm heading into a few days off AND a long weekend to visit San Francisco for the first time - I'm feeling pretty darn good!  :-)  Plus I just had a few days home alone while Lorne's been off touring bourbon distilleries in Kentucky with a couple of friends. It sounds like he's had a fun trip and I look forward to more details - and ideally some Duty Free - when he gets home tonight.

Et voila.


May 7, 2010

Seven days and still waiting.....


So it's been 7 days since my May 1st birthday....when I turned f...f...f...forty...two. Yes 42....which, according to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, is supposed to represent the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything. Really? Well my question is.....does that start anytime soon? I mean it's been a week already and so far nothing...nada, zilch, zip, diddley squat and bugger all. Come on, I only have another 358 days to go, time is of the essence!

Don't get me wrong, I had a great birthday - the weather was sunny and we sat outside on Vicky & Mark's lovely rooftop deck, enjoying a glass of wine and eating home-cooked snacks, treats and fabulously decadent chocolate birthday cake that Lorne bought at Fratellis orgasmic bakery no less, along with the first chocolate cornflake cakes I've eaten in y-e-a-r-s! that Bronwyn and Vicky made :-) Bronwyn also made me a lovely birthday card. She adores our cats!

This is the back of the card, which shows all four cats, including our much missed Lucy.

Oddly enough, the blue collar with gold name tag that Bronnie has drawn in the center is exactly the collar I bought for Lucy to wear in the first few years I had her.....but Bronwyn's never seen that collar, in fact none of the cats have actually worn one in years. There's a hidden surprise with this card too - the 'pop-up' picture once you unfold it..... A remarkable headshot of Lucy. I'm really quite touched that she made this for me, it's so thoughtful and really cute - not to mention that she's quite the artist!

Of course it's a little less 'cheeky' than this one that Bronwyn chose for me last year. Nice :-)


And since I'm on a birthday card roll, I have nooo idea where Vicky and Mark managed to find this hunk-o-hunk-o-fabulous Elvis card, where the black around Elvis is velour no less. Classic! I think this one (& the cat card) has got to get framed.

But enough about cards. For my birthday dinner (which we did Tuesday night) Lorne had bought tickets for a 4-course dinner + scotch-tasting event at Vancouver's Dubrulle Culinary Institute through a local whisky lovers group Rare Drams It was an excellent and really delicious 4-course meal cooked by students of the Culinary Institute and the accompanying scotch tasting enlightened me to a few new and rare 'drams' that I'd actually not heard of but hope to have tingle my tastebuds again some time soon. After opening with a smooth Glenandrew upon arrival, we were treated to Clan Denny from both Speyside and Isla with the starter (both were good but the Isla was outstanding), then Tomintoul 14 yr old with the next course. With the entree we were treated to the delectable blend of McAllan & Laphroaig (a marriage truly made in heaven) and a great dinner was rounded off with the rather excellent Ardberg 18yr old. Bliss. I still can't believe it took me so long to get around to discovering scotch but better later than never, that's what I say! Could it be these delights are part of my life, universe and everything enlightenment?

And here I am, almost a full 7 days into being 42 and still waiting on my 'Answer'. Tum de dum de dum.......any time now would be good......la-de-daa-de-dum.....yup....aaaany-time sooon would be great.....hmmmmm deee da diddley deee......

So while I'm waiting for that pearly wisdom, I'll just run with Terry's analogy of being 42.....i.e. 'two 21-year olds rolled into one'. Hey, works for me!