It's About Damn Time

Well, wasn't that special?  Let's talk about something wholesome, shall we?

Like, 8 million years ago, the kids and I went to a birthday party for a little girl who was turning two.  A bunch of her friends came, including the Terrible Two (who aren't terrible at all, btw.  In fact, they're sorta angelic.  Just sayin')



There were insanely fancy cupcakes, and when I say fancy, I mean THEY HAD COCONUT CUPCAKES and I almost left house and home and ran away with one and married it and had little tiny coconut cupcake babies with it.





And if you remember the post about that day, which you don't, because you still weren't born when I wrote it back in Paleolithic times, you'll recall that we stayed after and hung out at the beach. But not before we had us some Fatburger, (who's cups saved our asses bladders later that night) which 2of3 said was "A'ight."



once he was allowed to see again, of course.



And then, we were off to English Bay to wait for the Celebration of Lights. (Read: Big ass fireworks show set to start 15 gazillion hours after we got to the bay) Our wait can be easily soundtracked as follows:

Blowin' in the Wind



Castles Made of Sand Castles Made of Sand



I can dig it, he can dig it... I can dig it, he can dig it...



Baby, can you dig it dig it? Baby, can you dig it dig it?



Ghost in the Machine Ghost in the Machine



I Fall To Pieces


That last one is getting submitted to this, BTW:



And then we watched the boats come in, and the tide, too.



It was seriously, like, the most excellent night ever. We made friends with a bunch of stoned, homeless dudes, some drunk suburbanites, and a couple of grannies, none of which who were together, but all bailed us out of our freezing cold, no-blanket, sopping wet state by sharing coats, chairs, blankets, glow-sticks, and even one of them manned up and peed in a cup so my proper as all get out 10 year old could find the courage to do it, too. They hugged us when it was over, all of them, told us how glad they were that we sat with them, and carried my stroller up the beach to the sidewalk for me. God, I love Vancouver.

And so concludes round one of Mr Lady Finally Dumped Her Memory Card. More completely untimely photographs coming soon to a blog near you.

Which Do You Want First?

The good news: We just now walked in the door from what started out as a birthday party for a friend's toddler at 1pm and turned into the most awesome rockstar day out in downtown Vancouver, like, ever.

The bad news: "Just now" just so happens to be 1:16 in the morning.

The good news: I took a shitton of pictures today on our little outing.

The bad news: The camera I brought today, though quite lovely and all, is so freaking antiquated that my shiny new laptop is all, "Pshaw, I am so totally too good for that software." And the guy with the shitastic laptop who can use the software? Is currently in another country.

The bad news: We returned home, ridiculously excited for ice cream, to find that the freezer has been set to Off for an indefinite amount of days.

The good news: The Kraft cheese slices that one of us put in there were totally not frozen.

The bad news: Each one of the four of us had to, at some point in the evening, get really comfortable with the idea of peeing in a Fatburger cup in front of half a million people.

The good news: Only one of us missed.