Monthly Archives: October 2008

Halloween Eve

The other night we came home to a courtyard full of glowing pumpkins.

This one was my favourite.

The only problem (as you can see) was I couldn’t quite figure out the flash on my camera.

I think after we get back from Mexico, I will take a photography course. Any suggestions?

Until then,

I remain

haunted

by my

Canon G9.

A double reason to celebrate

Mom and Dad

Meet my parents. I love them. Today is their birthday. Yes, both of them.  9 year’s apart, but born on the same day. That is a sign, if I’ve ever heard one. I like to imagine when they found out (was it the second date? the third?), there was no other choice in the world but to get married and have children.  

Three things I love about my mom:

  • She’s excitable. It’s not unusual to see her peeking out the livingroom window when we’re all coming over for dinner. I’m not sure she knows it, but she’s the life of the party.  
  • She is, at any moment in time, ready to adopt children. Also, she makes a really exaggerated sound when you touch the back of her neck, as if she’s channeling all the pleasure in the world.   Not to mention, she signs all her emails like this: LOVE, MOM XOXOOXOXOOXOXO) 
  • She’s really pretty, which makes it likely I will also hold my good looks (bonus!)

Three things I love about my dad:

  • He’s not only funny, but he also thinks he’s really funny, which makes him funnier. 
  • Digging through all his old records when I was young. Knowing there is music and lyrics in his veins (Case in point, him rattling off a whole BoxCar Willy song the other night after Thanksgiving dinner).
  • He calls my mom boo-boo and he’s going to walk me down an aisle. Plus, he’s nice and comfy to lean against on the couch. 

Happy birthday, Mom and Dad! I love you.

Jen

PS: In Paris, Ash and I thought this statue looked like the two of you…

XOXOXOXOXO

3 reasons to be happy on a Tuesday when you need a reason

via Black Eiffel

Happy looking Image via Black Eiffel

1) I am officially done with wedding planning. Now it’s all about wedding unrollling.

2) I work with great ladies (ps: ladies, that’s what we call a blog throw-out)

3) I am making Slime Ricky’s and Cheddar Cobwebs to take to my sister’s house for Halloween.  

That’s it for now.

Missing Person

Urgent: Have you seen this girl?
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Known to her neighbours as a nice, quiet and unassuming girl who rarely sheds her conservative side, she was kidnapped Friday afternoon from work by a crazy woman and her three friends. Authorities have released the following mugshot:

The girls

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beware, these suspects are considered armed and dangerous.  

Jennifer was last seen in Whistler, held captive by the suspects pictured above, emerging from the Pan Pacific. Security cameras in the village caught footage of her looking something like this:

Needless to say, her family is in shock.

Today, a province-wide search commences for a blonde pirate, a salsa-dancing devil, what appears to be a boa-clad evil kitten and a turtlenecked woman going by the name of Whoreton.

All tips on this case will be fully exhausted by a committed search team lead by this man:

Her friends and family say there is little hope this Monday.

Over and Out,

Tamara Taggert

Throwing parties

Bitchin Camero Bash

Throwing parties is a lot of pressure. I give you Exhibit A – the Bitchin’ Camero Bash. An event safely locked in my memory’s hall of fame, the concoction of Jaimie, Leanne and I’s temporary ruling of the world. I am glad there was a time in my life I felt indestructible enough to walk the streets with these two ladies inviting anyone who caught our fancy – stranger or friend – to the event of the year. The actual party matters little in reflection.

Somehow (ouzo), Greek Fest 2008 turned into a success. But no one will ever know how nervous I was. Will people show up? Will they have fun? Will they talk to each other? My past is spotted with various sized-feats of party-throwing panic, most of which have gone to prove I am best as a guest. As Ash and I began to grow into a couple, we started a very adult party tradition of hosting Christmas Eve breakfast. This party more than any other has the feeling of permanence, the longevity of family and predictable (but growing) guest lists. I give it three more years of trial and error until it is my favourite party yet.

Then, of course, there is the party of my life. Of our life. Thirty days from today…

But first, there’s Halloween:

Goblins

Have you ever seen such a beautiful peacock? And check out that dinosaur and trout!

It was a dark and stormy…

Stormy Night

…night. The leaf mobile was dying. When Sarah came over, I had just finished making Mexican goulash suprise. Ash and I were on our second bottle of white wine. Wedding music planning was about to commence.

Sarah needed a costume for work (yes, that is her in the red dress, no matter what she tries to tell you). Then the wine gave into dancing. I love livingroom dance parties. There is no better way to explain than this humble offering of our Tuesday night:

Now I will vanish.

Jen

As I drink my morning coffee

Desire to Inspire

My mind wanders here.

Or more precisely, here.

Where’s Ash, you ask?

Oh, he’s just run down to refill our margaritas.

Hello, honeymoon. My name is Jen.

Please enjoy, but don’t come.

Photo via Desire to Inspire

My bridal shower

Bridal Shower

BRIDAL SHOWER

With this weekend began the real countdown to our wedding day. I never quite understood the essence of a bridal shower. I just don’t think I could appreciate the subtle ceremony behind the tradition. Let me share what I’ve learned: a bridal shower is one of the most important meetings of a girls’ life. As the women I love began to arrive – the caterers, the event planners, the operations managers, the psychologists, the consultants, the caregivers – I was fed, prepared, calmed and loved into a new experience of womanhood. The overwhelming feeling was one of encouragement. Not to mention, decadence and humour.

Several lemon tarts and a few mimosas later, I was armed with the physical and emotional tools to propel forward.

Thank you ladies.

Jen

Preparations

Frolic

Last night, my sister came over and raided my cupboards for classic, white procelain dishes. Yesterday, my mom reported favours had arrived all the way from Conneticuit. Preparations are definitely well-underway and I can barely wait for Sunday.

This weekend is my shower. I am lucky to have two crafty ladies in my life with an eye for beauty and a way with a mixmaster that I never quite inherited.

I can’t wait to share photos.

Lately, I just can’t wait period.

Happy weekending.

Jen

PS: Ash, please come home.