Monday, April 24, 2006

history of the world, part one

the lady-twins have informed me that they're taking over the blog. "it's not you," they told me, "it's us ... we just need some space" (this sounds tragically familiar. it was montreal, summer of 1992 ...). annnnyway, i've been given a week's notice to bid my farewell and clear out my stuff. so i've decided that i'm going to leave a little "this is your life" for the cha-grace-lottes (this is the name of their new r&b band; we're hoping to profit shamelessly).

part one (as told to c & g):

mumma & diddy fell in love and got married on monday, march 8, 2004 ... well, not all in one day ... we fell in love over the course of a few years and then got married in about 20 minutes. here's a picture:

we got married in tofino, bc, at the wickinnish inn. it was super lovely. they have an aveda spa, and we had massages before the wedding in an ocean front cabin; they don't play music during the massage, they just open the doors so you can hear the waves crashing on the rocks.

the next day we went whale watching on the exact same boat we took 5 years before when we travelled out west with out friend marty. just the three of us in a two-door sunfire, driving across the country :) but anyway, we took the same boat out, and it was the first day of the whale watching season. diddy and i were so excited that we pushed everyone out of the way and jumped in the very front seats of the zodiac boat. it was super choppy and the waves were so crazy that i was desperately nauseous and missed seeing all the whales. there could be a moral to this story, but i choose to ignore it.

after the wedding we drove back to victoria and stayed with my dennypenny, her dan and her chickens (children>chitlens>chickens), emi and kate. emi was my first baby girl nine years ago. i still remember visiting denny in the hospital while she was in labour (c&g, mumma gets to include any sidebars she wants!).

so we hung out in lotus land, and let me tell ya, march is probably the most perfect victoria month there is ... well, maybe april, too. along the way i called up a man named merv. i knew he was looking for a federale to come work for him, so i thought i'd check it out. we had lunch (with monsieur thomas) and decided it would be a good idea for me and diddy to move to bc so that i could work with merv & co.

so we packed it all up and moved to victoria in september. actually, i moved in september; diddy moved out at the end of october. until that time, mumma and diddy hadn't lived in the same city together, so it was a very exciting time for all. we spent our first christmas on the beach (see left).

i will sign off and post for now. TBC...



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

tee-hee... the rest of the story.... charlie tells mummy (though i graduated to mom at the ripe age of 2) that he can do it "all by self" at 15. Moves out at 15 into a loft to become a music manager... drafts the chagracalottes and dresses them very hip/very phat - by 2018 that ought to be pasties for girls and snakeskin thongs for boys. Reilly becomes the "connection" to suit the girls up with mounds of blow and groupie boys. (He and Charlie are in a side band called the Lobb-blah-blahs so they can have groupie girls) The mummies, daddies and diddy don't notice the pitfalls of our offspring cuz the lady-twin parents are full-on government employes and have accumulated so much vacation/sick time/family time that they no longer actually work and have taken up residence at a local watering hole. The mama and the papa of the boys are living in a straw bale house in hell's half acre drinking homemade organic wine and making recycled hemp macrame cuz the daddy had a meltdown - eyetwitch barely perceptible .....

.... phew ... gonna go enroll charlie in engineering summer camp and plaster their rooms in baby e flashcards.

Anonymous said...

I apologize for my wife's inappropriate and tasteless comments - does she have no fajah?

j said...

that's it! no more sleepovers! and i'm very disappointed in reilly ... although i'd love to know what genre of music the lobb-blah-blahs do.

Anonymous said...

do wop, of course!