Saturday

Ladder to the sky....


I accidentally found this picture. I am mesmerized by it. It is taking me to that place. You know: the destination that your heart and mind reflects to...

Where is it taking you?
Please comment, I would love to hear...

Friday

What a city!




It would be criminal of me to not post about my experience in Vancouver, B.C. . It was an experience worth blogging! The border to get into Canada is about 10 minutes away. There is this huge border patrol station where you have to show your passport or birth certificate. The border patrol agent asks you a series of questions. "What brings you to Canada? Where is home? Are your kids at home? What is Thriving Ivory? Where is Thriving Ivory playing? How long are you staying?" These questions are very serious like you are on an episode of cops. Then, when your questions are finished, he waves you through. I have heard from my neighbor that sometimes they take your car keys until they are done asking you questions.

Vancouver is incredible. Absolutely stunning with the largest Port I have ever seen. There is a tunnel where you drive under the water. I was frightened as you imagine the weight of the water is above you. Born and bred in California, visualizing possible earthquakes everywhere I venture is a habit!

The drive to downtown was fascinating as huge, beautiful homes are on a busy street. There were enormous hedges to block the view from traffic. The dwellings reminded me of San Diego homes: old, trendy and huge! A lot of them had unique doors with funky wreaths. I instantly could tell this was a artsy, hip city.

Downtown initially reminded me of New York City. There are huge skyscrapers where people live. (But, what if there is an earthquake?...oh, never mind!) The shopping was similar to the Gateway in Salt Lake City magnified 500%. There was Restoration Hardware, Bombay, and other funky clothing and furniture stores huddled together with hip restaurants and bars. We parked underneath and passed several bums begging for money. One of the bums complimented Ken and me how we should get married and we dress so classy! I was so oblivious as I was carrying on a conversation with this really nice man... he then asks for a dollar. Wanting to give him one, (he did compliment me after all!) Ken reminds me we only have American money. Ooopsie! Anyway, we pass a young couple laying on the ground covered with trash bags for warmth. They had a sign that said, "McHungry...anything helps." I told them their sign was cute. :)

The people outside the pub were very friendly and hip. I made a few friends chit-chatting with some of them. Getting inside the bar, the security checks my purse. I thought they were checking for weapons but when he made a comment about the residue at the bottom of my handbag I realized he was looking for drugs. I told him he was welcome to look closer as my two year old would not mind if he confiscated his Ritz cracker's crumbs!

The show was incredible--and as we left after midnight, I was surprised to see the nightlife on the street for a Wednesday night. I can only think of the Las Vegas strip on a holiday weekend. There were mobs of people.

I give Vancouver four stars!

Thursday

Thriving Ivory





In Canada, Ken and I inhale the new drug: Thriving Ivory. No, it isn't Cocaine, Speed or anything you snort. However, it is just as addicting. Nestled in the heart of Vancouver, B.C., littered with bums begging for money, there is a little pub called, "The Plaza." Arriving inside the trendy bar, I anticipate the excitement of my favorite song playing live. Noticing movement up on the stage, my heart pounds as the lead singer offers his incredible voice. He captivates the audience with his sexy dance moves straight out of a 1980's music video. The show completes with a meet and greet with the band.

Shaking with nervousness, I embrace my new medicine by telling him his voice is beautiful. He goes behind the bar returning with a shirt. Signing his autograph, I fall limp and drift into a drug-induce state. This was the first time Thriving Ivory played in Canada.

Saturday

I don't have to marry Bill Gates!

I finally figured out how to add comments! I got an email from my new friend, Ali, and realized I better sit down and figure this stuff out. And, (applause, applause) Oh, stop it! Oh, thank you! Oh, more...more!

I did it.

Now, here is your chance to be heard! And, I ask for advice a lot! So, here it goes: How does my non-blogging family leave comments when they don't have blogs? I know they follow but can't say anything. It is like giving a gift but not sure if the person got it...Help. :(

Oh, and sorry Mr. Gates. I don't need you, after all.

Sunday

Back in Black!

I got volunteered to decorate the entire cafeteria at Misty's middle school's Halloween party. I HATE Halloween! I am into happy holidays with good, positive energy~like Easter...Plus, I had enough Halloween nights at my old house in Vegas. I saw the real thing there! So, unsure how I was going to pull this off, I surrendered to the negative energy of dead, haunted, black and wicked. We became friends~I named the black energy: Harold.

Harold and I decided on a theme of a haunted graveyard. I had so much trouble trying to decorate this HUGE space. And, I was alone. Well, just me and the dark Harold.

A couple of things went wrong: The spider webs did not work. I bought tons of cheap spider webs and they just would not pull apart. Moreover, the person in charge of the music did not show. However, Ken was able to get some jams going with his dynamite tech skills.

Harold and I decided to part ways and come together again next October. Next years theme: An old, creeppy house. (I am an expert in that!) Plus, Harold has spooked a lot of houses over the years. So, he has lots of experience, too.

The best part of the night? You guessed it! The law of attraction in action! The Easter Bunny showed in the hood! Now, that was the "flowers on the casket," for the night!

My greek goddess

My greek goddess
This is Persephone. My best friend all through high school and college. I have not had her in my life for 15 years. We are together again! Best friends really can be forever! It is like no time has passed at all. We spend hours catching up. I now believe in the saying, "If you love something set it free, if it comes back it was meant to be yours.." (Yes! she knows that Diena is still #1!!!)

Max found Misty's clean underwear!

Max found Misty's clean underwear!
Don't want rain on his face, I guess!

We changed Cole's hair!

We changed Cole's hair!
Mini Kenny??

Ken's Work

Ken's Work


My new friend

My new friend
He is hardly showing! He looks great!

I took of Misty..

I took of Misty..

Misty

Misty

Cole Going to School

Cole Going to School

Chandler going to school

Chandler going to school

Ferndale

Ferndale