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Sunday, March 29, 2009
I'm just saying...
Whenever we go for an urban ride, I like to travel as light as possible and leave behind my cycling bag that stashes emergency repair kit paraphernalia in order to leave room for hair products and lip gloss.
I'm always queried by Jesee as to what I'm going to do if I get a flat and have no tools, tube or patch kit with me.
"Don't sweat it, I have BCBA, you know - a membership to the British Columbia Bicycling Association. I just dial 1-800-Jesee!", I chortled with a devilish smirk. The usual double-take to this wisecrack is a scrunched up forehead, followed with a rolling of the eyes and a slightly angled, shake of the head. It's times like this that I'm sure he's wondering why he ever married me!
My thoughts are that it would be a worse crime if I didn't have my emergency glam kit with me in case a handsome cyclist stops to help me out of my predicament.
You can imagine the chuckle I had when years later I read page 57 in the Spring issue of Westworld Magazine announcing a Bike Assist program designed to benefit members with roadside assistance for flats and mechanical breakdowns beginning in April 2009. Booyah!
While reflecting on why I was feeling melancholy the other day, I came to the realization it was because I miss riding.
My earliest bike riding memories are that of my shiny red Raleigh with white wall tires and matching basket. Once I entered high school, I traded my bike in for platform heels and public transit. I was far too cool to ride a bike.
It wasn't until sometime in 1989 that I rode again, when Jesee went out and bought us (*ugh*) matching bikes. It was my maiden voyage out on the bike when we took it out for a spin on the running track at the local park. I was bored after a few rounds, so decided that I would ride off in search of something more interesting. As I sped down a grassy hill, Jesee's screams for me to slow down were barely audible. What happened next turned me off cycling for many years to come. I sped down the hill at full speed and could not stop in time to avoid the three-foot ditch that awaited me at the bottom. Plaff! Over the bars I went and knocked the wind out of myself.
About ten years later, Jeeee surprised me with a new bike. It was a lovely forest green Peugeot hybrid. I was still traumatized by the ditch incident, so this bike sat in the garage for months before I would even look at it, much less ride it. With about as much patience as a man could have teaching his wife to drive a manual transmission up a hill on a snowy afternoon, he rode alongside me in the back alley coaching me on how to change gears. I couldn't wrap my head around the mechanics of shifting and actually suggested that I write it all down on a Post-it note and attach it to the stem - not so cool.
So I learned to ride a bike again (do we ever forget?) and although it was a little more complicated than my one-speed Raleigh, I was up for the challenge. Since I wasn't fond of playing in traffic, Jesee introduced me to trail riding, which led me to taking a Women's Only Mountain Bike course. This changed everything for me. I gained so much confidence and acquired so many new skills that I took to it like a house on fire. The thrill-seeker within me was unleashed.
Learning to mountain bike was the best thing that happened for us. It was our "couples" thing to do, we lived to ride and rode to live every chance we had. Sharing the passion and exhilaration kept us bonded. Since the accident this has all changed, for any "riding to live" is kept to a minimum because Jesee hasn't completely recovered from the injuries he sustained from an involuntary game of Hit and Run.
Once again, we were occupied with the Bowen Summer Market and didn't have a chance to watch the match live, but caught a glimpse of what we missed. T'estim Rafa! Larga vida al rey!
This Saturday we're going to wake up and smell the blossoms at the 1st Annual Bike the Blossoms event.
Lallygagging together with a group of friends and visitors, we'll be doing two of our most favourite things...cycling and eating! Encouraged to both cycle and eat slooowly as part of the Slow Food Movement, we'll be exploring and refuelling throughout various Vancouver neighbourhoods. There will be no energy bars or power gels on the menu, just pure yummy goodness.
In the true spirit of celebrating cherry blossoms, I'd love to stop off at the 900 West Lounge to indulge in a Chocolate Martini kissed with a splash of Cherry Brandy, but I don't believe our bike gear is considered "smart casual" attire. *grin*
*Note: Since my first chocolate martini and the many others since...Karli and I have touted this as one of the best we've ever had the pleasure of sipping!
Chocolate Martini
2 shots Vodka 1 shot Creme de Cacao (clear, not dark) splash of Cherry Brandy
Poor winter road conditions were behind the long and nasty commute today.
It was like a day at the gym right after the new year filled with do-gooders fulfilling their resolutions. Regular attendance not required, just when it suits them.
Maxed out treadmills, maxed out trains.
I cannot wait for Spring, so that I can bring my bike and body out of hibernation.
If the groundhog sees its shadow, I'll need a bike trip in Peru to tide me over another six weeks of winter!
This entry is dedicated to our ardent readers in Holland...
As I remember, my first Dutch encounter was with an ultra handsome hottie from Amsterdam visiting for the summer. I was seventeen and very much impressionable. Edwin (named hottie) single-handedly influenced my appetite for Heinekins, Droste and Spetters.
My foolish infatuation even led to a short-lived Dutch language course at the local college. "Ik ben Moniko, hoe gaat het met u?". Sadly, it never got further than this :(
Riding a Dutch citybike through Amsterdam (the quintessential Dutch experience) has yet to become a dream come true, but with our love of cycling, it can't be far away. What an amazing trip it must be to be surrounded by fellow cyclists every which way you turn and to have special rights to boot!
Until such opportunity arises...I will remain the crazy Mevr. who adores tulips and has a penchant for Dutch ovens (Le Creuset, not the obnoxious game played under the covers).
We are three-quarters of the way through "Bike Month" and it has been absolutely fantastic riding in a peloton through the streets of Vancouver. It isn't quite critical mass, but the feeling of sharing the roadways with my pedal-power compadres is glorious! I often feel much like Dennis Christopher in Breaking Away, when I pedal my heart out on my mountain bike in order to keep up with the roadies.
We recently received an email from our friend Danika Schroeter, whom we helped organize a fundraiser for last April. Danika is a downhill racer and when we first met, she mentioned that she was going to race in the UCI World Cup in Vigo, Spain. We didn't know her from Adam, but we really dug her vibe and volunteered to help her raise funds for her trip by organizing a Spanish fiesta.
Danika is currently promoting a Women's MTB Getaway Camp situated in the beautiful and historic mountain town of New Denver, BC. Sponsored by Endless Biking, it takes place over the BC Day long weekend and includes professional instruction, trail rides, photo/video analysis, bike maintenance workshops, all meals and an on call massage therapist! After a long day of fun and sun, one can cool off with a swim in the pristine Slocan Lake.
Last bike bit to note is a Cycling Sample Sale that takes place in East Van tomorrow. I haven't a clue what to expect, but any opportunity for a sweet deal on gear is worth checking out!
It has been almost two months since our last entry and so much has happened, yet not a peep. I know that many of you have faithfully checked in regularly for an update, only to be disappointed by old news. Our most humble apologies, but...
Shortly after the New Year, we found out that we had to move from our home (landlord having financial issues), which of course if right up there with death and divorce as far as emotions go. We were in shock, numb and in denial, all while searching for the perfect flat. The chaos of boxes everywhere and disorganization touched on depression and despair and we basically shut out the outside world. Two months later and barely into our new abode, we are now reorganizing our lives.
In between all of this, Jesee was a victim of a hit and run accident while riding his bike. Witnesses reported that it was a semi-truck that hit him from behind and flipped him into the air before he landed hard on the concrete and opened his eyes to see their faces staring down at him. With more lives than an alley cat, Jesee walked away from this without any broken bones. The ambulance could not take his bike with them to the hospital, so he declined their recommendation. However, the RCMP did give him a lift home, so that he could put his bike away before seeking medical attention. Jesee can truly say without exaggeration, "I feel like I've been hit by a truck!".
Recovery with the help of painkillers, massage and physio has been slow, but steady progress. It's a miracle that he was not more seriously injured and what probably saved him was his Xen helmet and being hit from behind. Not knowing what was about to happen, gave him no time to tense his body in preparation for impact and fly as free as a rag doll.
Valentine's and Chinese New Year celebrations took a back seat to sorting, packing and schlepping boxes. Even dinners at home have been mediocre...bleh.
What kept me going were my Survivor Bootcamp classes. Three times a week at 6 a.m., I'd work my arse out for an hour and rid myself of any stress before going to work. It kept me sane and nice, and I highly recommend this to anyone who loves pushing his or her limits to the max. "Sir, yes sir!"
Soon enough, I will start commuting and try not to think the worse of drivers on my daily rides. Just what kind of person would leave someone injured lying on the road anyway?
We started doing our Christmas shows immediately after Hallowe'en, so by the time Christmas actually rolls around...we're already tired of it! There is such a thing as too much Christmas and now we're recovering from Christmasitis. Symptoms include sensitivities to the Chipmunk Song and liquored-up old geezers posing as the really jolly St. Nick.
Every weekend has been designated to either a show or a holiday party, which usually involves an overload of high-calorie goodies and not so Muzak to my ears. The doctor of the house recommends a natural home remedy - hit the trails and embrace the sun and fresh air. Check.
A couple of low-keyed and enjoyable things we did this season was go on a Christmas Light tour on our bikes and watch The Holiday. Personally, this sweet, romantic comedy is most memorable for the beautiful English scenery and I'm not referring to Jude Law, though he was most pathetically adorable. It's a typical chic flic - predictable and mindless entertainment, but amusing nonetheless.
What was more impressive is the Rio Theatre on Broadway. This cozy, single-screen theatre has a wonderful, warm and fuzzy feel to it, where there aren't any crowds of rambunctious adolescence to contend with, plenty of free street parking and comfortable seats for a mere $8.00. With the convenience of Skytrain and a number of restaurants and cafés just around the corner, I selfishly hope this little gem stays undiscovered a wee bit longer.
We were quite pleased to see mucho recommendations of Spanish wines including the Segura Viudas Brut "Reserva", a Mongeot family staple. With only 3 down and 97 bottles to go, we should be in fine shape as we ring in the New Year.
Speaking of fine shape...as the season comes to an end and life gets back into the groove, I am preparing myself for a tortuous month of Survivor Boot Camp, a Christmas pressie to myself. As I'm a bit of a fair-weather commuter, I haven't been on the bike as much as I would like, hence the affliction of junk in the trunk that needs tending to.
ANOTHER pressie to myself was a pair of women-specific Nike AIR MAX N-Dorfin 3 Rollerblades that promises to transform me into an "inline goddess". Hmm, complemented with a pair of our goddess earrings, nothing can stop me now...
Not so typical summer weather and a bout of strep throat has kept me fairly low-keyed and off the saddle. Near full recovery, I needed some motivation and have finally clued in to what billions around the world already know.
Recently, Jesee upgraded his Nano to a 4 GB, so naturally I inherited my very own almost, just about, practically brand new 2-gigger. I never quite grasped this pop culture phenomenon...until NOW. Yes, you too can feel like an Übermodel, as the sidewalk becomes your catwalk. Work it baby, you own it.
What is more thrilling is riding with my iPod and how my commute has taken on a whole new mind trip. I never realized just how quickly the time passes, while climbing hills and cruising through the urban jungle. Somehow it lessens the need for road rage with careless drivers on their CrackBerries, when you're pedalling to some Balearic Beat or local DJ Andrew Pacey.
Who needs doping when you've got the power of music?
As a token of his appreciation for the work we did on Danika's fundraiser, Papa Dan Schroeter kindly gifted us the use of his Whistler condo for a week.
We had an über fun time riding both XC trails and the Bike Park. The weather was sunny, HOT and clammy. Add a pack filled with tools, energy bars/drinks/gels, along with two-litres of water on our backs, throw in some mosquitoes for good measure and Bob's your uncle.
Unfortunately, during our ride on Thrill Me, Kill Me, Jesee flung himself down a small cliff before finding safety with the helping limb of a Charlie Brown tree. Like a trooper, he finished the two-hour ride, but soon admitted that he needed medical attention.
While Jesee nursed his knee, the rest of us ripped the trails of Crank It Up, Angry Pirate and Devil's Club. Some of it was more than I bargained for and definitely a test of my nerves, since I'm afraid of heights. Even though the Angry Pirate got the best of me, I escaped unscathed.
As a reprieve for my aching body, we went to see The Devil Wears Prada. Stanley Tucci was bitchy, witty and hilarious and Meryl Streep makes my boss look like a pussy cat. Eric Lurio from the Greenwich Village Gazette describes it best - "Dilbert Meets Sex and the City". A chick flick worthy enough to add to my limited DVD collection.
We also watched some FIFA World Cup (Portugal and their demise with the French), while knocking back some Lifty Lagers and Hot Wings at the Whistler BrewHouse. This combined with Tylenol 3 made for a very loopy Jesee, as he felt NO PAIN.
We only dined out a few times, as Jesee ensured that we ate like kings 3x/day. The only restaurant deserving of mention is Crêpe Montagne. We found the organized dance performed by the kitchen staff in barely 25 square feet of work space quite impressive, as was the service. Unlike our friends who indulged in Nutella crêpes first thing in the morning, we nourished ourselves with a breakfast crêpe of eggs, back bacon and Gruyère. DÉLICIEUX!
Jesee celebrating his 47th birthday at the top.
We ended the week with a visit to the Farmer's Market that I've heard so much about. It was somewhat disappointing considering the hype around this market. There were several jewelry stalls, but nothing which compared to Izzy & Buds, which leads me to believe that Whistler might be in need of some fabulous, goddess jewelry.
Perfect days are few and far between, but biking at Galbraith was just so. The plethora of trails combining wicked technical singletrack that twist and wind in and out of the trees to open fields of wild flowers were beautiful and breathtaking.
Although the climb to the top was demanding, we still burned our way back up a second time, as the downhill was too sweet not to. We grinned from ear to ear all day long...actually we're still grinning!
It was hardly considered appropriate dinner conversation, but I was fully prepared to educate MJ and his lady friend on the benefits of a hardwood over carpet...
Remembering the first time Jesee and I rode with MJ as our JH Pedals & Pints ride leader, we joked about his then preconception of me - a couple of stitches, a broken finger and a concussion later, he didn't think this fashionista would have it in her to tough it out.
Ahem, please do not call me princess or pay close attention to my wounded legs during riding season, thank you.
Long life for the crazy people...
With slick salesman style, MJ cashed in on a year old dinner invite, but we were very glad to see him nevertheless. Seemingly, he has recovered from a laceration to his liver after an endo on Upper Oil Can AND has found his mojo again. So much, that he's looking to buy a duckadeeDucati.
Our tummies were already full with an appy of phyllo pastries stuffed with an ice shrimp, grilled jalapeño, carmelized onion and asiago concoction before taking on a hearty paella and finishing with a strawberry mousse. Attention people: ALL DIETS ARE OFF.
There was the inevitable biking babble - i.e. the über fun ride last week at Galbraith Mountain with Chris and Karli, the need for speed or the itch to up our forks and shocks because everyone wants six inches in the rear, right?
The icing on the cake this night was MJ's friend wanting to shop. She couldn't help but pick out a few crackerjack pieces for herself when she laid eyes on our Swarovski treasures. MJ, we like those kinds of friends - you can invite yourself to dinner anytime!
Danika Schroeter, currently Canada’s top female downhill mountain bike racer is heading to Vigo, Spain to compete in the World Cup competition at the end of this month.
It was only a short time ago that we met Danika and heard about her upcoming trip to Vigo, the largest European fishing port located in the northwest of Spain. We were so inspired by her desire to break into the international circuit, that we proposed our culinary services for her benefit to help fund her travelling expenses.
Of course we are presenting a Spanish menu which will include the most authentically spiced chorizos we've found outside of España (thanks to a sweet deal from Schneider Foods), gambas al ajillo and an array of delectable tapas complimented with Jesee's famous sangría.
Come join us for an evening of comida de Dioses, flamenco, door prizes and a silent auction, which of course includes goddess jewelry from Izzy and Buds. Meet fellow riders, other foodies and a community of supporters to benefit Danika Schroeter's journey to international acclaim.
Tickets are $25.00 and available from Izzy & Buds or Danika Schroeter. Limited tickets available at the door.
For those who are unable to attend (you don't know what you're missing), donations via PayPal are graciously accepted. Please email Danika for details.
As I rode into work this morning, I pulled up behind another cyclist at the traffic lights and recognized the bike and panniers (which were causing her grief the day before) and yelled out, "I thought I recognized those saddle bags!" It wasn't until after I passed her that I started chuckling to myself realizing that there was a double entendre there...oops.
Jesee met a fellow cyclist at the top of a long climb, who later introduced himself as Joey Bellano, which he pronounced as bay-ano. As a Latin word buff, Jesee called him on it and said, "It should actually be pronounced bell-ano, which means beautiful arsehole in Italian".
"Si, si, butt my friends always make fun of me, so I changed the way I say it".
The weather today was flawless for a demo ride on a TCR Composite road bike compliments of BSP and Giant Bicycles. If you have the need for speed, this baby will not disappoint. I was grinning from ear to ear as I flew down Mt. Seymour Road while catching mosquitoes in my teeth!
It has been a very busy week of production, social engagements and networking. Valentine's arrived with a special gift from mi amor. I gushed in delight when presented with these beautiful earrings of vintage crystal, Hyacinth Swarovski and silver filigree.
I appreciatively wore these sweet beauties out to the Velodrome and to the
Outdoor Adventure Show. They certainly did not go unnoticed, as promising clients admired them. Our friend, Karli says that orange brings good karma and as it happens, it's one of our favourite colours - so BRING IT ON.
While at the Bike Expo, I could not help but try out this good karma bike by HUKK. Although it complimented my ensemble beautifully, I found it to be a pretty big bike for a little rider comme moi. Maneuvering it through the crowds in my heels was child's play, but bombing this big baby down the mountains might be another story. HUKK is working on a women specific bike, so until then I'll stick with my beloved Trance.
It seemed there were fewer exhibitors this year and that was a bit disappointing, however it was a wonderful evening catching up with friends and meeting new ones, like the very energetic Kelli Sherbinin of Endless Biking. I often find myself converging with other dynamic personalities for the need to feed off their juice...it keeps the world going round.
We later dropped by Sushiyama's on East Broadway and treated our taste buds to their sensational chopped scallop roll and melt-in-your-mouth sashimi, chased down by a nice cold bottle of Sapporo. My wasabe-cleared sinuses particularly fancied and devoured both the bonito and salmon sashimi. This little gem of a restaurant is a keeper.
There's something very empowering about red lips and yet it symbolizes femininity at the same time. Beware of the feline who prowls with alluring coolness...she is still a predator at heart.
In the 80's, I was introduced to Revlon's Outrageous Lipcolor 59 Love That Red by Mademoiselle Babette. I was told that it was Paloma Picasso's favourite before she created her own rouge à lèvres, Mon Rouge. Since both are no longer available, I now meticulously paint on M.A.C.'sRuby Woo.
I love that red so much, I even wear it when I'm two-wheelin' about town. It magically gives me the energy to ride with domineering velocity. Under the experienced recommendation of the guys at the LBS (local bike shop), I stay away from gloss, as all that nature has to spit back at you will inevitably end up on your lips. No worries, why else would they have invented those little mirrors that clip on to your helmet if not for lipstick touch-ups?
Like a bull charging at the muleta, I'm seeing red. Olé!
Current Music: Whatever Lola Wants - Verve Remixed 2
The crack of dawn had barely passed when I had the most glorious ride into town. The glistening roads, snowcapped mountains and beaming lights coming off The Cut was a vision of winter wonderland. My digits were barely intact as the piercing temperatures hovered at zero; nonetheless it brought a smile to my face.
Over the summer I ran into an old friend from Toronto who reminded me of the time that my ears got frostbitten. It was minus twenty-two with the windchill factor and I refused to remove the metal, clip-on earrings my mother bought me. They transmitted the biting cold ten-fold; the foolish things we do for fashion.
This weekend we viewed an incredible documentary called Cycling the Pacific Ring of Fire Part 2 presented by Pedal Magazine and MEC Stores. It's the story of a Canadian couple's mountain bike journey of the Pacific Rim on a quest to capture the spectacular sights of volcanoes.
Engrossed by the amazing photos and stories behind them, we left the viewing with only one thought in mind...when is it our turn? During the summer on Bowen Island, we met many Spanish visitors who encouraged us to go back to Spain believing that our jewelry would be a smashing success there.
Repeated conversations of returning to France and Spain for a sojourn are on the table once again. How about cycling from Montpellier or Lyon through the vignes in the South of France and over the Pyrénées to Catalonia and onward to Barcelona?
Dare we leave this paradise we call home? Not before we headed out to Kitsilano to indulge in some churros and chocolate calienteto give us more food for thought!
It was an honest mistake when I confused a black bear for my husband.
During one of our rides, Jesee slowed down to take in the view at one of his favourite spots along the Seymour River. As I rode past him, I said that I would go on ahead and he could catch up with me. At some point, I turned my head to see if he was behind me and saw a dark figure out of the corner of my eye. I just assumed that it was Jesee, so I started to pedal hard and resume the pace we were at. I was completely in my "zone" and enjoying the intense cardio, when I did a quick peek behind my back and noticed that Jesee was no longer behind me.
I pulled over and waited SEVERAL minutes and was starting to be concerned, as I contemplated riding back to see what was wrong. Jesee finally showed up frantic and breathless when he managed to spit out, "DID YOU SEE THE BEAR?" I shrugged my shoulders and replied very calmly, "What bear?”
Apparently, as I pedaled pass him, I also pedaled right past a bear. Startled by my presence, he growled and started to follow me. You see, the dark figure was NOT Jesee, but in fact the big, black bear (although they have very similar profiles). Witnessing the bear’s irritation, Jesee immediately dismounted and threw his Sexy Beast (bike) over his head and made lots of noise to distract it. After what felt like an eternity and much to Jesee's relief, the bear decided that he wasn't so bothered and perhaps the kaleidoscope of yellow, red and silver colours flashing at it sent it off in a tizzy?
about one of our heroes, Lance Armstrong. For the past three weeks, we've woken up in the wee hours of the morning and faithfully followed le Tour de France to see him win the title for seventh and last time.
Admittedly, watching the tour has improved my commutes. If these riders can pedal more than a hundred kilometers each day at top speeds and sometimes during inclement weather conditions, then my 10km ride should be a piece of cake. Mind you if I was riding through the French countryside, I'm quite certain that it would even be more pleasurable, especially with a crusty baguette, fresh cheese and a bottle of vin rouge in my pack.
During Armstrong's parting speech he said, "I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry you don't believe in miracles, but this is a hell of a race," he said. "You should believe in these athletes, and you should believe in these people. I'll be a fan of the Tour de France for as long as I live. And there are no secrets - this is a hard sporting event and hard work wins it." Mais oui, words to live by.
"Vive le Tour, forever". It won't be the same without you driving the peloton to record breaking speeds, but we will continue to proudly sport our LIVESTRONGbracelets and have no qualms about wearing it alongside our very fashionable glitter!
This weekend I found my friend again. Due to our ever busy lives, we hadn't seen each other in quite some time. I so enjoy sharing our love of biking, food and pretty , girly things together.
We both rode Kona bikes before buying our Giant Maestro Suspension mountain bikes together, also at The Cove. We like to moan and groan as we climb up big hills - something our partners aren't interested in hearing. Instead we might hear and laugh at ourselves when someone hollers, "SUCK IT UP PRINCESS!" as they blow past us. Once or maybe even twice, we skipped the climb altogether, and chose yummy food and chocolate martinis more willingly. It's a girl thing.
Tearing down a mountain side or getting dolled up in sparkly jewelry and dancing shoes for a night out on the town is so much more fun with a friend who shares the same love. Salsa at the bottom señorita?
Honestly, sometimes I do believe that I have nine lives! Commuting on my bicicleta alongside with the big, bad, gas guzzling, oil burning, four-wheelers can be hazardous to one's health.
Don't get me wrong, I am also an owner of the said above, but when it comes to sharing the road, both parties need to show a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T!
I'd like to say that being a walking billboard for Izzy and Buds is much safer, but have you ever driven your car with chandeliers on? Try turning your head sideways as you put the car into reverse and suddenly find the side of your head is hitched to the seatbelt because of these dazzling beauties. Move VEERRY slowly and you can avoid ripping them out of your ears or worse...getting more kinky.
Today we went on another one of our mind-blowing cardio rides on the North Shore mountains. We had magnificent sunshine and crisp, fresh mountain air. As it was somewhat early, we nearly had the trails to ourselves...an added bonus.
Being the only lady in the group, I had my work cut out for me trying to keep up with the big boys. I worked my arse off blazing some 26 odd kilometres at top speed, grunting through the climbs and grinning like a kid on Kool-Aid overload as we flew down the hills.
Without warning, a big, brown bear crossed our path and we came to a screeching halt. It appeared to be sizing us up, as all 700 pounds of it stood up on its hind legs contemplating its next move. It was an incredible vision of nature standing only a few meters away and such a shame that none of us had a camera. We made enough noise to satisfy Pooh that he didn't want to bother with us, so off he moseyed down the hill to the riverside.
I'm sure he was singing to himself...
Hum dum de dum, hum dum de dum I'm so rumbly in my tumbly Time to munch an early luncheon Time for something, something sweet
Just another day in our backyard. Big, brown bear, what an extraordinary beast you are!
tormented and tired from being in the shadows of the yam, the sweet potato decisively revolted and took control of its identity.
About Me
Name: Tapas and Dim Sum
Location: Vancouver, BC, Canada
The trials and tribulations of Jesee and Koko, the dream team behind Izzy and Buds Jewelry Designs
...inspiring and unique jewelry that glitter and shout, "Ooh la la!"
