Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Rome
Monday, April 20, 2009
RIP Daddy
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Britt&Boston
KING NOD!!!!
However, chill, zee and me went to visit B in Oct and the four of us went on a bonding road trip, from Montreal to Boston!
We drove through most of the New England States. The fall foilage was uber stimulating!!
I captured this pic in Montpellier. It's by far, my FAV shot of Z and B to date.
They are twins, born 16 years apart :)
Friday, September 19, 2008
Kissing Your Teens G'bye!!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Sliiping Thru My Fingers
Monday, July 28, 2008
Happy B-day Chilly!
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Maui
Monday, June 16, 2008
Happy Dad's Day!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Happy Mums Day to Me!

I feel very blessed to have 4 healthy hillbillies.
Thank you for many years of love, laughter and lessons.
Here's a special song for each of you:
God looked down from up above
And picked you out for me to love
He picked you out from all the rest
'Cause he knew that I loved you the very best
I love you all to the moon and back
mama oxox
UPDATE--BEE IS BACK IN THE HIVE!!!!!!
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Happy Birthday Papa!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
NYC

4/6 of us travelling Hillbilles went to the Big Apple this past week and had a hoot!
We did all the touristy things but my highlight was enjoying Broadway plays with Demi and experiencing the WTC site.
It's Easter Sunday today and although we don't celebrate, we spent the day with good friends and family.
L'Chaim!
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Happy 2nd Birthday Jackson!

Dear Jack-o-Lantern,
I want to wish my very best buddy a very magical b-day!
I am so lucky to have such a sweet friend and I want you to know that I really adore you.
We always have fun and I love how you feed me cheerios one by one...kiss me randomly and surprize me with prezzies.
I want your babies one day....
Love Your Zara xoxoxo
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Stroke Of Luck

After 3 months of stroke rehab, my nonna is finally home!!!
Here's a little story dedicated to nonna:
Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day she asked God: "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"God answered: "Among the many Angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.""But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy," said the child."Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your Angel's love and be happy," said God."And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?""Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your Angel will teach you how to speak", answered God."And what am I going to do when I want to talk to You?" asked the child.God said: "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.""I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?" worried the child."Your Angel will defend you even if it means risking its life," assured God."But I will always be sad because I will not see You anymore," sighed the child.God said: "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way for you to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child - in a hurry - asked softly: "Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my Angel's name?Your Angel's name is of great importance, you will call your Angel "Nonna".
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Mwah!

Cory, our Chavah and I decided to escape to Tofino for Valentines. I call it BC's Hawaii.
We spent most of our days strolling Chesterman Beach, collecting rocks and sticks.
Watching waves break, listening to birds sing and sadly, the sound of choppers searching for a lost boy.
The trip was healing. I had a spiritual awakening while storm watching--go figure!
My heart needed a hug, I was ready for the ocean to speak to me.
Observing massive rollers entering the bay, transform into towering waves and crash onto Frank Island (10 feet away), was very humbling.
I couldn't help but think what if the rocks weren't here to protect us, these waves would surely wipe us out!
Even my barnacle baby wanted "uppy mama" after she heard the sounds of the waves slapping against Frank.
My inner child was quite happy to have some company.
While embracing my koala bear and watching Mother Nature meditate for awhile, I heard a little voice whisper to me....Jenny Jenny.....
"You can't stop the natural storms in life". "Let go"
What an a-ha moment for me!
So true. You really can't stop it. You can try to fight nature but it's an up-hill battle.
Pardon the pun.
My rebellious 17.5 year old decided to impulsively move out a month ago today. That's the parallel.
She has chosen to disconnect with the family at the same time. I'd bet Deepak Chopra would disapprove.
And after all these years of being her bumper pads, I feel like we were defying gravity the whole time.
I feel that we can overparent, overprotect, over analyze, but I am convinced that it's nature over nurture.
That being said, I much prefer storm watching in Tofino over Teens!!!!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Happy 15th Dolly!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Bee

The cigarette I smoked last night
As I held the long burning paper
The insides filled with what looks like burnt grass
I reached into the pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of my shirt
As the cigarette, left rested in between my lips,
Leaving a permanent stain on my tongue like graffiti from a troubled adolescent
The smoke brewing out from the tortured paper, its remains turning into ashes
My lungs adoring the addicting trail it leaves behind throughout my body
The thin paper’s remains were cut short
The strength of my hand does a flicking motion
It falls to the ground
The soul of my stiletto shoe crushing the last view of its prey, B
As I held the long burning paper
The insides filled with what looks like burnt grass
I reached into the pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of my shirt
As the cigarette, left rested in between my lips,
Leaving a permanent stain on my tongue like graffiti from a troubled adolescent
The smoke brewing out from the tortured paper, its remains turning into ashes
My lungs adoring the addicting trail it leaves behind throughout my body
The thin paper’s remains were cut short
The strength of my hand does a flicking motion
It falls to the ground
The soul of my stiletto shoe crushing the last view of its prey, B
You are a talented writer my Bumble Bee...left handed like your Grandpa Bee, love mama xoxox
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Nonna's Recovery

Nonna has 'left the building' and is in a stroke rehab center, called Holy Family. Her new digs for the next 5 weeks.
She's well on her way on the road to recovery and her fiesty spirit will make sure that she gets home.
She says she's happy and theres no wonder as she's sharing a room with two younger men (;
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