It's become a weekly ritual now to post Throwback Thursdays. I am so thankful that Sharon, Audrey and Jane initiated this project. It's so neat to take a walk down memory lane. It's also interesting to see other people's Throwback photos and read about their memories of childhood, adolescence and growing up.
After being back on the Island from a few days in Montreal with my family, I realize more and more just how homesick I am. I'm not homesick for the city. I just miss my family. I spent my childhood growing up with my cousins. Our houses were all walking distance (or biking distance) from each other. We spent our summer vacations together playing in the park, building forts, swimming, and getting into all sorts of trouble together. In the winter, we'd go skating, sledding, skiing and have snowball fights together. One winter, we built this massive ice fort in our frontyard. Dad even made a skating rink in our backyard for us. Good times!
My aunts and uncles were like parents to us. My grandparents were superheroes to us. They seemed so strong and invincible. They were immortal in our eyes. It just feels really nice to be part of such a close-knit family. This is why being so far away is sometimes difficult. I know that everyone has to grow up and have their own life though. Sooner or later, people move and have their own families.
The above photo is of Middle Brother, True Numperor, Hawaii Joe, P, Married Winkle and yours truly. I was the only girl for the longest time, so I grew up playing with the boys. Much to my mother's dismay, I hated wearing dresses and I hated wearing pink.
Since I've been sad that they are no longer with us, Hubby took it upon himself to do some really, truly sweet things for me. We went for a walk in the bush to open up a gate for the cattle and I enjoyed some quiet time amongst the trees with Hubby and our pup, Chance. It was a nice excursion.
On the weekend, we had some friends over from Ottawa and I needed to get the house cleaned after our whirlwind suitcase packing session with the students the night before. As I was cleaning the kitchen, dear Hubby shocked me by...cleaning the bathroom!!!
OMG! I have never ever seen the bathroom so sparkling clean! The chrome in the bathtub and sink was so shiny! Oh, and today, as I was going to prepare supper, Hubby came in early from work and made us some of these...
I just love, love, love open-faced toasted tomato sandwiches. Just toasted cracked wheat bread with a bit of mayo and three slices of tomato, sprinkled with salt and black pepper. Mmmmm...mmmm...good! I know it's really simple, but the way we've been eating with all our friends and family visiting and us still recovering from all the eating we did in Montreal, this simple supper is a welcomed treat!
One more super sweet thing Hubby did for me was that he bought me a new pair of earrings almost exactly the same as my favourite pair that I lost a few days ago! I was bummed that I couldn't find my earrings with my birthstone, and Hubby got me another pair! As soon as I tried on the new pair, I found my old pair! Ah well!
I just wanted to say (and I hope you are reading, Hubby! I know you've been too busy to read my blog lately) thank you, and I love you.
PS. Does anyone know how to edit a video so that you can make it brighter? It's soooooo dark! Ah well!
Baby Bro, Ed3, RDP and True Numperor, you guys were hilarious! Thanks for the laughs! xo
In keeping with the Pinks&Blues tradition, here is another walk down memory lane.
Once there lived a boy and a girl. They were brother and sister. The girl was a year and a half older than the boy, but many people now call him the older brother. Many years later (nine, to be exact), another little brother was born.
In the beginning, long before Baby Bro entered the world, Middle Brother (aka Older Brother) and the sister were joined at the hip. They were the best of friends, until they started to grow up and become adolescents. They did everything together, including brush their teeth together. They grew apart, but would do anything for each other because they are familia. I luv you, Bu!
Their family used to go on lots and lots of family vacations. Road trips to New York and Florida and camping trips to Algonquin, Gatineau, New Brunswick and Virginia were yearly adventures the family made together. They even traveled with their cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and close family friends sometimes. Trips to the countryside in Quebec to go apple picking, strawberry picking and corn picking were memorable outings. They even went to the Drive-In movie theatre as a family.
Some of my cousins and their wonderful girlfriends!
This post is yet another 'promo' for someone I hold in high esteem. Not only is my cousin, Jey a talented songstress, but she is also a wonderful make-up artist and hairstylist. I failed to mention that she's also a true fashionista. Everyone often jokes about how Clinton and Stacy from What Not to Wear need to watch out, or else Jey might steal their jobs from right under their feet!
I needed a new look for the wedding on the weekend. I have really fine, straight, uncooperative hair. Jey was able to work with my layers and add tons of volume and lift to my hair. She was also able to give me the illusion of having big eyes! I was amazed. Here are some photos of Jey's make-up and hair mastery. The make-up for the wedding was a bit more dramatic. You'll see photos in my next post.
In the meantime, if you are in the Montreal area and have an important event (wedding, anniversary, photo shoot, party) to attend, I highly recommend a session with Jey. She is amazing! *Note* She does not do haircuts. She's strictly make-up and hairstyling only. If you're lucky, she may sing to you while she does your hair! :)
Pssssssssssst! Don't forget: http://www.jeyflores.com/ !!!
Photos by Jey Flores- Montreal, Quebec
UPDATE: Urgh. Guess I should have checked whether the link was still working or not. I'm not sure if the link will be activated again, but you can leave a message for Jey in my comment box and she can get back to you.
The primary reason for our trip to Montreal is this...
My wonderful cousin and his beautiful bride-to-be are getting married on Saturday. The wedding is to take place in Old Montreal, and by the sounds of things, it should be a memorable event! My cousin always does everything in syle! I love that guy!
Oh, and another reason for our visit...
I get to see my little Cuddle Bunny, Kenny! My, he's getting big! I love this pic! He's got that "Ohhhh...Life is tough!" look on his face!
Throwback Thursday #9
I'm posting my TT a day early, since I'll be en route to Mtl. tomorrow. This pic is of our high school grad back in '93. We look sooooooo young!!! Some of us have reconnected via Facebook and have been able to see pics of each other now. This photo was taken nearly 15 years ago and back then, we were fresh out of high school, ready (or not so ready!) to face the real world. Many of us went onto college and university. Life was just one big adventure waiting to happen. Everything was new, thrilling, and at times a little scary. Now, many of us have traveled, gotten established in a career, have a house, a spouse, and kids. It's funny how we all look almost exactly the same as we did back then, but only a little older now.
I don't know if you can see, but Fred is actually feeding her babies in this pic.
Hmmmm...Or maybe this!
|You Are Cindy Brady|
Warm hearted and sweet, you have a childlike innocence that lets you see the good in everyone.
But you're also a bit of a baby. You stick your nose where it doesn't belong... and cry when you get caught!
P.S. Happy Birthday to my Grandma! :)
Anyway, here is this week's installment of photos of yours truly.
I grew up with my cousins. We all lived a few minutes from each other and we were always together. I love having grown up in a big family because I always felt like I had tons of brothers and sisters (well, I have one female cousin on my mom's side and she's ten years younger than me). Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, New Year and all the family suppers were always so much fun. We even went on family vacations together! *sigh* I miss the days of seemingly endless car rides from Montreal to Florida, goofing off with my brother and cousins in the backseat of my uncle's station wagon. Those 13 hr drives to Florida were so much fun and I remember listening to the same two 8-tracks over and over and over for the entire ride! I memorized the words to The Beatles' Yellow Submarine and Don McLean's American Pie. We were totally cool in that navy blue, silver-striped station wagon with our 8-tracks blasting. Yes, you have to remember that this was back in the day when parents let their kids ride in the back of the station wagon amidst all the luggage and coolers...without seatbelts! Yikes!
Don't you just love how ladylike I am in the first photo? Oh, so classy! Not!
The children squealed with excitement at the thought of coming up with beautiful creations at the potter's wheel. They sat attentively as he talked about clay. "Clay has no worth", said the pottery teacher, as he slammed down a beautiful ceramic vase and let it shatter into pieces. "It comes from the earth. It's like mud. It's only valuable when someone makes something from it. That is when it becomes precious." The children sat in awe and wonderment. A bit startled that the pottery teacher smashed a perfectly good vase, their eyes opened and their ears perked up.
To the childrens' surprise, the pottery instructor took them for a ride and showed them many different types of soil and how to find clay. First, they saw top soil in the ditches along the highway. Then they saw another layer of "dirt" that was rocky. Still no clay. At the beach, they found sand with its coarseness and granular characteristics. Finally, along the sandy beach, they found some patches of clay.
"If it looks like it's cracked, you know that it's clay. That's one if its properties", said the teacher. The kids and the teacher eventually found a spot where there was some really good quality clay and they dug and dug, and loaded their pails with clay.
"Now, do we make pottery?" asked one of the students. "Not yet." The children never anticipated that their pottery instructor would be teaching them everything involved in making pottery. Pottery isn't just sitting at the wheel. The kids were thinking that they'd be given a slab of clay from a bag and they'd be able to watch the wheel turn and turn as they swirled the clay to form their creations. They never thought that they'd learn such valuable lessons like where the clay comes from, how to get clay from its natural environment, and how to clean, filter and prepare the clay. They were not aware that the process of making pottery was so involved. "Pottery is 80% preparation and 20% actual making", said their instructor.
Who would have thought that the children would be learning so much about the elements, the environment, the Earth, and so much more? The children sat with their sensei as he discussed methods and techniques. One bright pupil just absorbed all the information and when asked if she understood, she recanted the methods and techniques. She loved learning about pottery done on the wheel, freehand or free form, using a mould, and the coil method.
It's been nearly three weeks since the students began their pottery lessons, and they have learned so much. They haven't even begun the actual making of the pottery yet, but they already have a wealth of experience to take back with them when they return to their country in a few weeks. As a teacher myself, I am thrilled that the students are learning everything about pottery, including where the clay comes from and how to prepare their own clay. They are learning everything from step one. What a pleasant and unexpected surprise.
Photo from http://www.ucl.ac.uk/news/ucl-views/pottery
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