Friday, November 19, 2010

Barf Blog

The other night I dreamed about really stinky shoes. And they were making me sick. And then I got up and ran to the bathroom and barfed. I had caught the stomach flu that was going around. Bleh.

Where was the worst place you puked? I got a parasite in India and ended up barfing a lot. One time was in a restaurant. I felt pretty bad for the cook, but it wasn't his fault. The other worst place was on the 10 hour flight from Amsterdam to Vancouver where I had food poisoning and spent most of those ten hours ralfing into paper bags and standing in line to use the toilet. That was like torture. You couldn't lie down and if you were in the bathroom too long, people would be banging on the door with a line-up a mile long. And if you gave up your toilet, you had no hope of getting in again anytime soon. Barf!

Have you ever been puked on? My sister has puked on me a couple times. Once in the car, and once in a hotel bed in Prince George. That was my only memory of Prince George for years and years later. Thankfully, I have a better understanding of the city now. And I also got puked on by a roommate in Mexico who ate a bad ostrich burger the night before.
I don't think I've puked on anybody though, besides my Dad. I remember getting sick in the tent trailer once, and I had the choice to puke on my little sister, my older sister, or a small empty space. I remember thinking it through very carefully. And I chose the empty space. I know, I'm a saint.

I had a very sensitive stomach when I was little, and I remember my Mom getting very mad at me one time, because I up-chucked in the car on the way to preschool because there was a hair on my lunch box. Also, no one wants to drink out of the blue plastic cup at our house anymore. I'll let you guess why. (It's been like 20 years! Get over it already!)

Anyways, everybody has tons of awesome barfing stories, so share!
Oh, and I think I am fully recovered now, or I wouldn't have been able to write this without multiple trips to the porcelain throne.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

A Series of Unfortunate Winter Events



Well, our brief spring-like thaw (2days), has ended in some snow and wind and very cold temperatures. And what better weather for a walk! At least that's what D thinks. I have to agree, it is kinda fun to walk in blowing snow, you can pretend that you are lost in the Antarctic. And it makes a warm cup of peppermint tea that much more appealing (if you can feel your fingers to make hot water).
Well all that snow last night made our car look like a jalopy for Bonhomme. And when I tried to open the driver's door this afternoon, it was frozen shut. Not something I'm used to. So I pulled hard to open it... and I broke the stupid handle off. And then I broke the stupid scraper trying to get the stupid ice off my car. Great. So now, I have to slide my marshmallow-coated physique through the passenger side door over to the driver's seat with furry boots in the air and a scarf getting caught on the e-break. It's a dramatic process and I am frequently slamming my coat in the door, which adds to the comedy of the scene (especially when I don't realize I have done it yet).
But, all in all, Winter is tolerable and I haven't fallen down yet, or slid out of control with my car and here's hoping that neither of those things happen. And the snow really does make the town look quite romantic.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Staying Sane This Winter


During a long walk during a light snowfall this afternoon, it dawned on me - We've already had more days of snow this November than I had the entire winter living in Kamloops last year. Gulp. It's going to be a really long haul, with some of the locals predicting temperatures to drop below -50 degrees celsius. So, in order to get through this long winter, I have decided to list some of the things that are going to keep me sane this winter (and I might even enjoy myself too!).
Hot chocolate. Warm quilts. Books of the "Anne" persuasion. Knitting. Old movies. Peppermint tea with a hint of honey. Playing Christmas carols on my guitar. Decking the halls with boughs of holly. (Falala la la, la la la la). Skating. Playing shinny hockey. Skiing on the frozen lake. Winter walks in the woods. Scarves and toques and mittens. Cozy slippers. A trip to Mexico!!! Cutting down a Christmas tree. Decorating the home for Christmas. House shopping. All sorts of crafting. CBC radio listening. Baking (especially mint chocolate brownie cupcakes with mint icing). Bubble baths. Snow men and angels. The possibility of a snow storm and being snowed in for a day or two! Sledding. Snuggling. Garden and chicken coop planning. And the hope of Spring!
What gets you through the winter?

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

Well, now comes the real test - Can we handle winter for so long?
It snowed quite a bit last Saturday night and although it has warmed up in the days, it still hasn't melted. It really is beautiful out with all the snow and the wood fires tinting the frosty air with the smell of smoke. I wish I had a fireplace to curl up beside.

All this snow means lots of ice, though. Which means I'll be spending a lot of time peeling myself off of sidewalks this Winter. I fell a lot when I lived in Calgary. A lot. When D and I would go for walks, he would be talking to me, facing straight ahead, then look over at me, to find me lying on my back on the sidewalk. I guess I haven't mastered the art of ice walking. I've already had a lot of close calls, and it's only 3 days into it. My mom is going to send me the equivalent of snow chains for tires for my shoes. It really doesn't help that I live at the top of a steep hill.

Well, I guess it is time to pull down the Fall decorations and put up the Winter ones. I might as well embrace it. It will be here until next April. Gulp.

Friday, November 5, 2010

A Requiem For Quintus

After weeks and weeks with no sign of my little, five-legged friend, I have come to the conclusion that he must have met the fate of that scary statistic that people like to throw at you to make you squirm. Yes, he probably has become one of the seven spiders I will supposedly swallow (in my sleep?) over the course of a year (or is it my lifetime?). I already know of one spider who has filled that spot - I accidentally inhaled it at my cousins' house. My heart grieves.

I searched google images to try and come up with a picture of the type of spider Quintus is/was, but couldn't find anything too close. Instead, I started getting the mad urge to yank my bare feet off the ground and scream. But I did find a picture of the world's largest spider. Its leg span measure 1 foot across. That's 12 inches baby. If that isn't shudder-worthy, I don't know what is. Would I still love Quintus if he was that kind of spider? Absolutely not.







But part of me refuses to accept that Quintus is really dead. Until I have a body to prove it, I will always hold out hope that Quintus is alive and well in some nook or cranny, maybe with a lady spider and children of his own.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Secret Passageways and Spiral Staircases

It's almost been a year now since we went to Portugal for Christmas. What a magical trip (but really cold)! There is one part of the trip though, that I can't stop thinking about. Quinta da Regaleira. Don't ask me to pronounce it, because I am hopeless.
This place is located in the town of Sintra, which has many amazing attractions (including the amazing Palacio da Pena). It was mansion and grounds of a wealthy man designed by an opera set designer. If you go, bring a flashlight. This place so so unbelievable. First of all, the architecture was amazing. Second of all, there were SPIRAL STAIRCASES EVERYWHERE (an obession of mine since the age of 3 when my favourite book was the Balloon Tree)!!! Third of all, there are secret passageways and tunnels and hidden doorways and caves and underground lakes and revolving doors, etc... connecting all over the grounds. My biggest regret is that I did not have a flashlight with me and had to stick to the caves and tunnels that were already lit. Oh, how much I missed! Take a look at some of the pictures, but keep in mind that they do not do the place justice at all.

This is the view from the top of the mansion. Somewhere, there must have been a secret passageway to get into that glass room.Looking up from one of the two dry wells. These wells had stairways built into the sides and at the bottom were different tunnels that would take you all over the grounds.
View. It almost looks like the Great Wall of China.
Looking down into another well. There was a rotating stone door at the top of one of these wells that let you out into the woods.
There were structures like this in different places in the grounds. There are spiral staircases and passageways all around these.
One of the lakes that you have to go through a tunnel to get to.
One of the lit tunnels.

The chapel on the grounds. There is a secret underground entrance, too.



Next time I go, I am bringing a flashlight and enough food to last me the whole day. Until then, I will continue to dream about this place.

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