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I am the working mother of two little minions, just on a new adventure in another province away from my seaside home trying desperately to solve life's many riddles and find inner peace despite all the chaos...and when all else fails there's always wine.

Friday, December 21, 2012


This morning it was -18, more like -22 with the windchill.  When I got off the train, I briefly considered darting inside, to take the plus 15 route all the way to my office building, but thought, "hey, I'm inside all day, I could use some fresh air."  So off I went, mittens on, wool sweater buttoned right up, ear muffs secured, good to go.

I only have to walk two and half blocks outside, but this morning, once I headed on my merry way, I thought my face was going to freeze solid and I have never had my nose burn like that before.  My eyes were watering like I had just finished watching My Girl, and I was completely prepared for my nose to fall right off, which would be a shame because I've always thought I had a nose that rather suited my face. 

By the time I pulled open the door to the building and buried my face in the warmth of the festive lobby, my cheeks were tingling like they were made of pop rocks.  And yes, I know that -18 is not even cold yet; it's going to get worse, it's just that this morning I felt brutally aware of what worse could feel like, and have already determined that there is no shame in walking inside to work......there would also be less snot...my nose is running like a sieve now.

Thursday, December 20, 2012


So I have been a very good girl lately about not focusing on the negative and not getting swallowed up in anxiety or stress or things I cannot control or the fact that I have not won the lottery yet despite the universe knowing that I clearly deserve to.

Nope, I have been very Zen and have been re-reading Deepak Chopra, Eckhart Tolle and all those cheesy Positive Outlook quotes on Facebook, like a crack addict gettin' their daily fix.  I am ooooohhhhmmmmm. 

However, despite my new positive, "roll with the punches" attitude I still allow myself the freedom to be annoyed, to wrinkle my nose and think WTF?  Here are five things that I find particularly irritating/confusing/annoying/down right piss-off-able since my relocation to "little Texas"

1) Green Doesn't Mean Go?  I don't know what it is but every time I come upon traffic at a GREEN light, nobody is moving. Why? Is somebody up there finishing a text they thought they had time to send? Are they staring at that pretty, green light like a Poddling from the Dark Crystal getting their essence sucked out? Are they worried that the green light is a trap and that if they move through the intersection too quickly aliens will descend and teleport them away to perform medical experiments?  I am very confused? Where I come from GREEN = GO......so please GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2) Sauntering Whether it's on the sidewalk, getting on or off the train platform, walking through the mall or navigating the plus 15s, why is everybody sauntering?? I mean come on, not everybody is a power walker and most people that know me, get that I'm a bit of a hummingbird and just can't do slow at any time, however.......... sauntering? Lolly gagging along like time does not exist and everybody behind you wants to miss the next cross walk light or train, or whatever.  I really don't want to get stuck behind your winter wrapped up butt as you amble forward like a lost zombie. Quit texting while you are crossing the street or weaving from side to side like a drunken typewriter preventing me from passing you......GET OUT OF MY WAY!

3) Girls/Women Who Still Have Bare Legs Outside  Are you trying to prove that you're tough or just stupid?  I get that maybe you don't plan on being outside for all that long, and it doesn't really bother you, however when it's -20 outside, pre-wind-chill factor, and you're wearing booty shorts and Uggs you just look like a moron.  I don't care how tough you are or how "climatized" to the cold you are pretending to be, put some damn leg warmers on or pants or something, because you're making me cold just looking at you and I already feel cold enough damn it.

4) What Did the Letter U ever Do?   For some reason Alberta has forsaken the letter U and uses the American spellings of words like "color" and "honor" and "labor".  It's wrong.  I'm thinking of starting a campaign to bring back the U.  Expect to see a petition on Facebook you'll ignore shortly.

5) Everything  I'm finishing this post in a bit of a grumpy, downer mood. You know you have those days when EVERYTHING annoys you? The sound of somebody clicking their pen, someone's coat, the cat fur stuck in the carpet, the fact that some people don't "KEEP RIGHT EXCEPT TO PASS", the line at Tim Hortons, the sound of the kids' screeching, the colour of the ribbon on the Christmas tree in the lobby, the hole in my mittens, the lack of really fattening, salty, snacks in my cupboards, life, god damn, messy life. *Insert Big Sigh Here* 

Ah, life is all good, and while I am NOT a cranky pants these days and I am trying to change my Negative Nelly ways, I still have days where I want to kick a small dog (sorry, just joking of course) or throw a great big hissy fit to rival those of those pageant brats on TLC. I do find a great deal to be grateful for and to enjoy all through out the day.  (It's just that sometimes I fantasize about smashing my way through a green light, knocking people out of the way like a human dozer, kicking girls with bare legs in the shins and screaming out my truck window, "Where the F&*% is the letter U!!!!!!!!)

Don't worry I won't..........................today.

Thursday, December 13, 2012


My daily commute is most feasible via LRT.  Parking in downtown Calgary is highway robbery - averages around $600/month.  Plus let's face it.....I'm a shitty driver and I'm an even shittier city driver. So, LRT it is and really, it's pretty slick.

Trains come every 1 to 3 minutes and depending on where I get on, I most often do get a seat and have a chance to disappear for a half hour into a good book.

I was pondering this morning however on some of the more "interesting" lessons I have learned about LRT living, and for a laugh or two, thought I'd share:

LRT Lesson #1:  Reserved parking - 'nuff said

LRT Lesson #2: Do away with common decency. Do not by any means be courteous and give your seat up for an elderly person, or go out of your way to assist or clear the path for someone in a wheel chair or pushing a stroller. This would interrupt your getting on the train by at least, I don't know, 5 seconds, and that would be tragic.

LRT Lesson #3: Do not even think of riding the train unless you have a cell phone to yak on, play games on, surf Facebook etc. Do not look at strangers or heaven forbid talk to someone. Nope it is absolutely essential that you play with your phone and if you do not have anything to do on your phone just take it out of your pocket as soon as the person next to you does so that you don't look like the only person on the planet who does not have a smart phone. If you do not have a phone, you should not ride the train.

LRT Lesson #4:  If you need to have a private or heated conversation over the phone, by all means, make that call on the train because everybody on the train, wants to hear you LOUDLY yell at your boyfriend, tell your best friend that they're an idiot, or scream at your mother who probably never should have had you in the first place.  Public, crowded spaces, like the inside of a train, are the ideal place to air your dirty laundry.

LRT Lesson #5: Apparently General Custer is a National Hero and never should have been killed because it's illegal to kill Generals..........I'm reasonably certain it's illegal to kill anybody.

LRT Lesson #6: If you can move into the train further so that the people at the next station can get on, you should not move. You must instead, stand rigidly in your place, like you are descended from the Gods themselves, and maintain a two foot radius of free space between your self and anybody else, just so you can guarantee being able to get off at your stop, which is only, like, 8 stops away, because that is totally fair and not ignorant at all.

LRT Lesson #7: If you have to sneeze or cough, don't cover your mouth, instead spew your snot and spit all over the person next to you, because people love the snot and spit of total strangers and just can't wait to get sick or become part of a real life "Contagion" epidemic.

LRT Lesson #8:  Don't bother paying that $2.75 for your ticket, instead risk getting busted by Transit Police (many of whom I've noticed are rather attractive) and instead joyously pay a $250 fine.

LRT Lesson #9: If you are listening to music and have headphones on, be sure to crank the music up loud enough so that allllllllll the people on the train can hear it, especially if it's shitty dance music or if you feel compelled to play Rhianna's "Diamonds In the Sky" (also known as "Worst Song Ever Recorded) on repeat for 20 minutes straight, that will make everybody's day.

LRT Lesson #10: If you are a hard core, lilly white ganster, you should hang out around the train station, blaring your shitty ass rap music - not over your head phones - but with your cell phone on speaker - and say things like "Yo" and "Buoyyyy" and walk with a swagger and act like you OWN the station, you are King F'ing Pin of 1st Street Station - Buooyyyy.

That's all for now - may sound like I find the train frustrating, but quite the contrary - like I said, it's pretty slick..and obviously entertaining.   

Monday, December 10, 2012


Well I know I vowed/threatened/prematurely promised to keep up with the blogging even though we would no longer be on the west coast. I have therefore decided to re-title my blog "A Fish Out of Water" Chronicle of a West Coast transplant.

I hear people back "home" talking about frost on the road and it being, "cold."  Frost, ppht.  While Calgary/Cochrane does not seem to get hit with the intense winter storms that Edmonton or other parts of Alberta do, rest assured, everything here is white, frozen and about as cold as your spouse after you forgot to mention you wouldn't be coming home for the night.

The greatest surprise so far has been that I do not long for the coast nearly as much as I thought I would. Perhaps it is because between getting settled and starting new jobs, schools, etc, etc. there seems to be little time for sitting in corners and pining away for the sea.  Don't get me wrong, I miss our friends and family terribly, but as far as the landscape goes, I was somewhat concerned that I would long for the ocean and miss it every day, and every time I'd go outside I'd cry and bang my fists on my dash and scream, "Good Lord, what have we done!!!"   Yet, I have not done any of these things (thank goodness, as doing so may have scared the new neighbours).  And as it turns out......its insanely beautiful here.  In Cochrane you can see the stunning Rocky Mountains, and the Bow River that runs through town.  Everybody is wonderfuly outdoorsly, always talking about skiing and sledding and heading for the hills.  And although the commute often leaves me feeling a little bit like a zombie (as we train catching drones, and plus 15 walkers slowly amble forward in mass populous) I am loving working in the city and meeting new people, and experiencing something completely new.

It definitely helps that it is the holidays, therefore all of the cold and snow and cold makes sense - we call it "festive" instead of "F*%$ing  FREEZING!!!"

So what has this fish learned so far?

Well mainly, that like the first sea creatures and the dawn of land walkers, sometimes you have to have this will to crawl away from the sea, to let that intense will to survive and evolve, force you out of your comfort zone. If we do not move, we do not grow.  The movement can be small, like embracing a new food, or a new friend, or it can be massive, such as leaving a province and a community you love, jobs, friends, family and all the things that make you feel warm and fuzzy and safe and comfortable, and moving on to an alien planet where people only have one license plate, don't eat weekly at White Spot, have free health care, cheap fuel, a shitty hockey team (refuse to root for the Flames), and are the spawn of old man winter himself.  Whatever move you make, whatever change you make, the point is just to make it; you might be pleasantly surprised by what you find, and what you find out about yourself.

Cheers to all my West Coasters.  Alberta may have found it's way into my heart, but rest assured Texada, and the Sea are still in my bones!

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Pretty much since high school my life has been full up to the max. From 18 to 20 I balanced three jobs and a full course load. My early twenties began with a mortgage, a marriage, and the start of my "career".  While working 40 hours a week or more, for a large company, I took on the task of achieving my professional accounting designation via correspondence. And given that I am an incredibly, stubborn overachiever I didn't just do a couple courses at a time, nope, I did 4 or 5 per semester for five years straight. I know, I'm crazy. Oh but wait, that wasn't all.  During this time I also helped my husband run his business by tackling the accounting and all of the paper work that constantly spread across the kitchen counter.  Fast forward a few years and near the end of my schooling we decided to really test the limits of our sanity.  I was in the final two year leg of my CMA designation, what they call the Strategic Leadership Program and what I call Management Accountant Boot Camp. Apparently holding down a full time job, now as the senior financial go-to person for our office, and a do-or-die-tragically executive program was not enough. Nope, we had to throw in having a baby, moving in with my parents and building a brand new house in there as well. (Believe it or not, nobody was killed in the making of these accomplishments.)

I have spent years having to schedule, plan, map, plan and schedule almost all of my time. I was very disciplined with everything I was responsible for and there was literally no down time - well, that's not true I did sleep......a bit.  I missed out on a lot and having so many commitments took a toll on my relationships all around - it was very challenging and I am super proud of myself and everybody involved, for making it through and for supporting me. 

So what's my point and what does this have to do with anything? Well, after all these years of not being able to sit down unless it was to study or breastfeed, I am really struggling with days when I have nothing - or what seems like nothing to me - to do.  Yes, keeping the house clean and the family fed and the blogs written and the business records up to date and working when I can and going to board meetings and visiting with friends when the kids aren't screaming at me, keep me pretty busy by conventional standards. But there are lulls that I simply can't handle. I try to sit down and I can't; within 30 seconds I'm up and fidgeting and looking for something to organize. I constantly feel like there is something I "should" be doing.

Living on a west coast island you need to learn to relax, to let go, to sit on the beach and DO NOTHING, but stare and breathe and stare some more.  I need to remind myself of this constantly.

"Dear Self, it's okay to do nothing..stop that, put that down, you can do nothing!"

So if you are relocating to an island from the city or a fast passed job or lifestyle.....better take head of this warning or you could end up like me, a neurotic afraid-to-do-nothinger. 

You have my official permission to do nothing, in fact please do a lot of nothing, and do some nothing for me.

Friday, July 13, 2012


Life Lessons via Berry Pickin'

Yesterday I took the kids junk huntin' and berry pickin' as it had been ages since I had picked salmon berries and huckleberries. For those of you who are not familiar with these berries a salmon berry is the raspberry's sour cousin that grows wild all over most coastal islands and the huckleberry is a tiny, round, coral coloured delight that is a real pain in the butt to pick (hence the ages since picking)

If you've ever picked Huckleberries you know, it takes for bloody ever, and although Huckleberry jam and pie, and all that, is frickin' amazing, at the time of picking, it hardly seems worth the effort. As a kid I would routinely cheat and just strip the entire branch, tiny leaves and all, just to fill the bucket and to avoid painstakingly picking the little berries one at a time.  Even the other day, here I was an adult, picking berries (which was my idea) and five minutes in I was frustrated and annoyed and switched to picking salmon berries because they were bigger and would fill the bucket up faster.  Bubs however, was a purest and stuck to Huckleberries only, I thought he was crazy.  Then I had this "AHA" moment, like the kind Oprah is always having.  Picking Huckleberries is a little bit Zen; like scrubbing a bathroom floor with a toothbrush. You see, it's an activity that has great reward if you can stick with it and be patient and find an inner solitude (whilst you rob a shrub of its fruit).

Picking Huckleberries is a lot like life, and even more like life on a west coast island. It's not easy, it takes up more of your time, it can be boring, incredibly boring and you don't even know if you'll end up with much of anything.  However it's really not about how full your bucket is. In the end, it's about the fact that you did it; that you persevered and that you took the slow, sweet time to finish what you set out to do in order to get just a little treat of something most people will never even see or taste. 

I filled my bucket halfway, that was enough for me...Bubs had consumed his efforts by the time his seat belt was buckled.

Monday, July 9, 2012


Sailing 'round Lasqueti Island and Back
This weekend we took off from Shelter Point and headed for Lasqueti island, another island I have literally stared at for years and never stepped foot on. It was to be our very first overnight adventure with the kids and we were packed to the rigging with food, drinks, blankets, pillows, bug spray, sunscreen, snacks, books, and more snacks. The weather report called for sun, sun, sun and more sun and it was about darn time!!

We were departing at dinner time so I crafted up some Basa (slightly wrong that while sailing on the west coast we were about to feast on farm fished catfish from China but c'est la vie), with roasted mushrooms and red pepper in tinfoil.  Tinfoil rules - it is an essential kitchen tool for west coast living. The trip already felt magical. On the way across Bubs (aka Kowalski) and I played a few games of "Deep Dive" with his Shark Cards (these are a super cool find I brought back from a trip to Maui..check out the site http://www.chroniclebooks.com/ and http://www.chapters.ca/ to find them!) He pretty much kicked my butt every time.

We anchored in False Bay amid a few other boats that were tied up to private tie ups. Unfortunately everybody was suffering from a summer cold so after watching a cruise ship silently pass by like a traveling light show, it was quick to bed as soon as the anchor was dropped (and yes I let it down gently this time!).

In the morning we tied up to the little dock where the water taxi comes in from French Creek on Vancouver Island and where float planes unload. We walked up the road a bit, past the Lasqueti Hotel, and one of my favourite sights ever! Right next to the hotel was a large cabinet stocked with containers, clearly labeled, with various types of cookies, all for sale on an honour system!! You know you've hit a small, west coast island, when a cabinet full of cookies is not raided or destroyed; so cool.   Just up the road from the  "cookie honour system" was the Saturday farmers' market. We were early but nobody seemed to mind (which is not always the case; some farmers' market wardens will debone you if you arrive 5 minutes early - be warned). Lasqueti however, is pretty laid back.  There were amazing woodworks, produce and baked goods; I was salivating instantly. We purchased some beets and some tomatoes that were almost too pretty to eat before getting back on the boat for day #2 of sailing - destination Jedidiah Island.

We had intended to anchor off of Jedidiah and row ashore to investiate the park, but after going round the entire island and looking at the various options we talked ourselves out of it and opted instead to head for Cooks Bay on Texada - a bay full of private summer cabins for some rather elite/successful North American sometimes residents.  Cooks Bay however is still rather exposed to the weather and the waves caused by passing cruise ships and large commercial traffic. The next bay north felt no safer so it was back across to Lasqueti for the night - a wise choice. Anchoring again we feasted (everything seems to taste better on the boat) and then rowed ashore to the beach of a little private island that I need to learn the name of.  The sunset was incredible and as the kids hunted for beach treasures and threw rocks in the ocean we once again felt like we were part of something rare and wonderful and precious. We wait so long for the long, grey, cold, depressing winter to end and then all of a sudden the sun comes out, the water warms up and we find ourselves asking the question "why would we ever want to be anywhere else?"

In the morning we sailed back over to Texada, to Shingle Beach, where the hugely popular Diversity Festival (now in its 10th year http://www.diversityfestival.ca/) was beginning to wind down for the weekend. We rowed ashore to go say hi to a few friends and I was blown away by how much the Festival had developed since I had been to it six years earlier. The food and clothing and art vendors were incredible. I was mad at myself for not having brought my wallet but that was probably a good thing as I could have spent a small fortune on summer dresses, sweaters for the kids, leather bags etc. etc. sigh.  There was a large cardboard castle set up by a group of puppeteers that amazingly got the kids involved in building a large dragon and then encouraged them to join, excuse me lead, the parade around the site - it was magical and the kids couldn't believe they were on Texada (what is this wonderful place they asked? Home, this wonderful place is actually our home) It made me think that here we were, at home, a place we often curse for its remoteness and lack of things to do..however it's amazing how your perception of something can change if you approach it from a different angle.

We sailed back (although we did do a lot of motoring we were able to sail for a good a portion of the trip) to Shelter Point and anchored the boat and swam/splashed about in the water before coming home for a delicious meal made from our Lasqueti spoils.  It was another amazingly beautiful, west coast weekend, and reminded us of why we live where we live. 

Things that sunk in on this trip:
  • Change your perspective and the world you see everyday will change
  • The adventure that you crave so badly is often a lot closer to home than you think
  • I use the words AMAZING, WONDERFUL, MAGICAL, BEAUTIFUL and HOME, a lot...just sayin'
  • Take advantage of the sun while it shines for the dark and cold will come back, that is the great cycle of life, so (this will sound cheesy) seize the daylight and the love and the life and the light while you can
  • Tinfoil rules, just about everything can be cooked in tinfoil
  • Mosquitoes do not rule - my kids look like they have the chicken pox right now
  • And lastly, living on the west coast you are in the midst of such incredibly diversity. In one weekend we say multiple islands, met and saw such a wide range of people, enjoyed the infinity of what the world has created down to the individual shells on the beach to the wise cracks our little people came up with. The world is an amazing, amazing place...come live on a west coast island and you will be right in the middle of a whole array of amazingness.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012


Harwood Island - June 24th, 2012
Last weekend, for the first time in my 30 + years living on the west coast, I stepped foot on Harwood island.  The sun had come out in the morning and in a mad dash we had made our way to the sail boat, loaded with food, drinks, music and activity books for the kids. After a short stint of shiner fishin' (for bait) we headed for an island that I have passed probably no less than 1000 times by boat, ferry and plane. It almost seems silly that I have never seen it's shores but June 24th was going to be the day to right that wrong.  We fished for awhile, hoping to catch a cod (and if the stars aligned a Halibut!) but only ended up catching and releasing seven "shoes" (Skipper nicknamed dogfish shoes as they don't put up a fight - they reel in like shoes).  Striking out on fishing meant that it was time to hit the beach (with the emergency chicken kabobs that I had ready to go in the cooler - never count on fish!).

We anchored (after a bit of squabbling - apparantly I was supposed to let the anchor down lightly and not all at once, which very well could have ripped our boat apart, does oops cover it?).  Rowing ashore with supplies, I felt like we were claiming new land, like Captain Vancouver or Chrisopher Columbus, we were going to claim the beach in the name of the Four Penguins (our sailing names for the family Husband is Skipper - makes sense he's the Skipper, I'm Rico, Bubs is Kowalski and Missy is Private - who's job it is to look cute and cuddly).  We had the entire beach to ourselves; like our own slice of paradise.  The kids instantly stripped their clothes off and ran full-frontal-nudity across the beach, while Skipper and I lit a fire and roasted our dinner of chicken skewers, roasted garlic, brie cheese and mushrooms on an old shopping cart over our beach wood fire - it was heaven. Where else can you do this? You can settle on the west coast but if you chose to live in an urban area you will always be sharing beaches with strangers and regulations (not saying that there are no rules here). 

Living on a westcoast island you realize that you are part of something really, really special. It is not the least bit true that here, you will and can do less.......rather you can do MORE with less.  Living on a west coast island you will have to learn to do without certain services and goods however, you will come to know that you are part of the lucky few who have the stunning beauty of the sea and its shores as your own, practically private, back yard. Your children may not necessarily be able to have passes to the zoo or be able to play all the sports under the sun but if you get them outside and share this paradise with them they will learn to start fires from scratch, to enjoy running free, to discover marine animals, "treasure" and adventure. They will learn to just be and enjoy life. 

You can't buy underwear on the island where we live but then again, you can't buy a lot of things that you can get for free, just outside your door, every day. "If once you have slept on an island, you'll never be quite the same......."

Saturday, June 23, 2012


1) You have to plan ahead. This means from everything to trying to schedule hair/doctor/dentist/grocery shopping/prescription pick up/lunch date/ etc. etc. on the same day, on the mainland, (if those services aren't offered on your island) to meal plans (so you know what groceries to stock up on) your life will revolve around ferry schedules, shorter operating hours for local businesses and lack of product/service availability where you live so you better make friends with your time management skills.

2) Seafood is almost free. You do need to make sure you have a fishing liscence to harvest crab, oysters and clams, and to fish for fresh or salt water creatures. There are limits on what you can catch and keep but the abundance of it here is amazing. If you do not like seafood, that's fine; us seafood lovers do not try to convert you weirdos...we prefer not to share.

3) You better like being outdoors. As on most of the westcoast islands, there is very little to do in terms of indoor entertainment, (other than the internet, movies, reading and excessive crafting). Having a love of the outdoors will greatly benefit your contentment with westcoast living. Whether it be hiking, biking, kayaking, sailing, boating, or just hanging out on the beach, there is no doubt that when you live on a west coast island there is way more to do outside than in.

4) People will talk about you. Make no mistake about it, in small communities people don't have a lot to do (see point #3) so even if your behaviour is squeaky clean, people will talk about you. Whether it's good or bad doesn't really matter, all that matters is that you develop a thick skin and get used to not caring so much about what other people (especially people that don't even know you) think. Don't take it personally, you're another subject on "Island CNN" just like everybody else.

5) There is probably no place more beautiful to live. When you realize that where you live may be frustrating at times but it is arguably one of the safest, most stunning, most amazing places on the planet to live...everything else seems immaterial. I once read a poem by Rachel Field that stuck in my heart that went "If once you have slept on an island you'll never be quite the same....you may look as you looked the day before and go by the same old name, but once you have slept on an island, you'll never be quite the same."  It's very true. Time and space are different living on an island and if you can learn to accept and deal with the challenges you will find that you are one of the luckiest people on the planet to be surrounded by such stunning scenery and people and culture. Enjoy it! Be grateful for it!

6) It will cost a bit more. Naturally living on an island comes with increased costs. Ferry fare for one, is always increasing and because of that goods that are shipped over to the island, including fuel and other services will have a bit of "isolation tax" on them.  Still, keep in mind that shopping locally is extremely important as you are contributing to keeping a roof over your neighbour's head. And if you don't support a business on your island, one day it just simply won't be there.

7) Thinking outside the box will help.  Whether it's coming up with an original business plan or figuring out what to make for dinner when you only have five obscure ingredients in the fridge and the only store on the island is closed (watch for future posts on this issue) perfecting your lateral thinking skills will be a good idea. You need to learn to be flexible, innovative and creative in almost all areas of your life. This is not a bad thing; the resourcefulness you develop living on an island will be a skill you will carry with you for the rest of your life.

8) It's quiet..like really, really, quiet.  If you need to get away from the constant drone of traffic and the in-your-faceness of urban living then an island may be the perfect, no is, the perfect choice for you. It's so peaceful here that you sometimes feel the urge to take a nap mid-day on a Saturday..go ahead....do it. .

I know that there should be more, at least a 9) and 10) but I have to get to the store before it closes........


Twice now I have attempted to start the elusive art of blogging. I have never been able to find the time nor  have I been able to really find a subject that I can actually dedicate myself to. Times have changed, suddenly finding myself with more freetime on my hands I have decided that it is time!! It is time to start comitting to a blog. I plan to blog about what it's really like living on an island on the westcoast of BC (can't take complete credit for this idea as it was given to me by a great friend!). Everything from parenting, logistics, recipies, lifestyle etc.  No sugar coating; I plan on revealing some of the real issues/challenges with living not only in a small community but in a small community that is isolated by water. There are some truly amazing reasons to live on a westcoast island and there are some real challenges. Some of those challenges can be overcome, some you need to find a way to accept. If there's anything that somebody would like to know or if anybody has any suggestions for what they'd like to hear, shoot me an email and I will do my best to come up with something for you.  I think that this is going to be really fun and I hope that what I have to share will help or at least entertain people currently living on a westcoast island or considering it. Cheers islanders!