Thank you courts...
For accepting my petition!!! I'm so pleased that I'm one step closer to fully recognized legal custody and to drawing a line under this dark chapter. Better and brighter things ahead!
Now if I could only get my focus back and plow through all this work that is piling up.
My sister's little Charlotte turned one yesterday. What a tough first year she had... but she's a strong little fighter and as healthy as ever now. She's so cute, even more so now that she's walking.
Not long now until the snow arrives. My winter coat search is still fruitless so in the interim I picked up a cheapie one which I'm sure I'll just end up keeping forever and ever... better than being cold!!!!!
23.11.10
Anyone with any doubts...
even in the slightest about having a child with someone or getting married should seriously spend a few hours down at the local court house. Honestly, the service that I've had from my local court is fantastic but the harsh reality of everyone's situations that are there is really shocking. The family court section has a very good lesson to offer to people in the reality of the consequence of it all when it doesn't go right. Not that you can live your whole life in fear of 'what if this all goes wrong' but It's a good reality check as to if you're not certain about it then to really seriously think it through as when it all goes wrong, it's a long an complicated process both administratively, financially and emotionally. It's been difficult for me but I can't imagine how much worse it is for a lot of the people whom I saw dealing with much more complicated situations ...
even in the slightest about having a child with someone or getting married should seriously spend a few hours down at the local court house. Honestly, the service that I've had from my local court is fantastic but the harsh reality of everyone's situations that are there is really shocking. The family court section has a very good lesson to offer to people in the reality of the consequence of it all when it doesn't go right. Not that you can live your whole life in fear of 'what if this all goes wrong' but It's a good reality check as to if you're not certain about it then to really seriously think it through as when it all goes wrong, it's a long an complicated process both administratively, financially and emotionally. It's been difficult for me but I can't imagine how much worse it is for a lot of the people whom I saw dealing with much more complicated situations ...
21.11.10
Entry 976
Wow we're nearly at 1000 blog entries. It's been many many years since I've started writing. I don't know if I'm stubborn or actually enjoy keeping up this blog. There aren't too many folks out that who've been at it for so long. I'm far from being the most archaic but still it's been a long time folks.
We've been spared large snowfalls as of yet here in Canadialadia. I'm still of course missing Barcelona with every fibre of my being but I'm banking on the feeling dissipating. Finding a winter jacket to buy that is a simple long black coat would be a nice thing... however proving to be ever-elusive. Surely it's not that big of a brief!!!
Minor achievement but I've managed to nearly finish all my 5 induction classes at my new gym. Of course it's all geared up for the hard sell of personal training and nutritional consulting but sadly after having your savings or lack there of used in many various ways without my consent and moving your life across the Atlantic, it's not hard to imagine not having money for such things... But i'm happy to be able to enjoy the spirit and mind lifting benefits of gym induced endorphins.
On the other hand I'm dreaming of sandy beaches and tranquility... a reward to look forward too after all this transition and hard work. For now I would just settle for a nice glass of 'real' red wine over a delicious meal with some good company. The latter however more achievable it may seem is still a few good weeks away yet... Time... I'm kicking your ass and getting closer.
Wow we're nearly at 1000 blog entries. It's been many many years since I've started writing. I don't know if I'm stubborn or actually enjoy keeping up this blog. There aren't too many folks out that who've been at it for so long. I'm far from being the most archaic but still it's been a long time folks.
We've been spared large snowfalls as of yet here in Canadialadia. I'm still of course missing Barcelona with every fibre of my being but I'm banking on the feeling dissipating. Finding a winter jacket to buy that is a simple long black coat would be a nice thing... however proving to be ever-elusive. Surely it's not that big of a brief!!!
Minor achievement but I've managed to nearly finish all my 5 induction classes at my new gym. Of course it's all geared up for the hard sell of personal training and nutritional consulting but sadly after having your savings or lack there of used in many various ways without my consent and moving your life across the Atlantic, it's not hard to imagine not having money for such things... But i'm happy to be able to enjoy the spirit and mind lifting benefits of gym induced endorphins.
On the other hand I'm dreaming of sandy beaches and tranquility... a reward to look forward too after all this transition and hard work. For now I would just settle for a nice glass of 'real' red wine over a delicious meal with some good company. The latter however more achievable it may seem is still a few good weeks away yet... Time... I'm kicking your ass and getting closer.
15.11.10
Taking responsibility
This simple... or what one would think was a simple concept is one that has really been on my radar in the last few months. I guess it all started when the reality of my bad personal situation came to light... I was sitting in a lawyer's office desperately trying to get a hold of what was going on and how I could stop the slow moving train wreck that my life seemed to be turning into. As I explained to her the situation and certain party's actions and what my options where to protect myself from them and to also understand what sort of consequence one would face for what they had done to me. In short the lawyer who was as tough as nails with a dryer humour than a gaggle of brits said to me flat out. "Darling... the state is not responsible for your bad choices. It's your responsibility in life to chose a partner who is not going to do these sorts of things to you." I must say I was quite dumbfounded. I couldn't understand how in Spain, that in the eyes of the law the simple fact that I knew who the person who did this flagrantly dishonorable and illegal thing, was simply not accountable for it. It was harsh. But true. Only you can be responsible for your own life and the choices (good and bad) that you make. If you chose to surround yourself with bad people or people who do a damn good job of pretending that they are then it's your deal. This was a bitter pill to swallow but I get it. I'm really the last person in the queue of people winging about 'life owning them something' so yea it makes sense... I may not like it but it makes sense. And so yes, It's a bit baffling but I agree... I didn't make certain bad things happen but the choices that I made leading up to it allowed it to, so for that I am responsible.
Being back in Canada things couldn't be more opposite. This country has a culture of no fault insurance... and Americanized 'I can just sue' if something goes wrong attitued. You slip and fall in the mall (wearing sky high heels for example) it's the mall's fault and responsibility. You're not attending school because you're busy selling drugs... again not your problem as the whole educational system is set up to forgive and forget. And on that note, the school system will actually in a sideways' way blame the student's failings to turn up to class to get an education as the fault of the school system having let you make bad choices... nowhere in the process does the person whom is making these bad choices or their parents (if they're minors) ever have to take responsibility for them. There is always an out and always someone else to blame. I mean even the gym I joined for 2 months told to me that I need to do a 5 session induction (for insurance purposes) because as they explained to me... "it would be terrible for them to let me loose in the gym without knowing the intricate details of how everything worked as I could hurt myself". I mean, okay yes I see the value in safety absolutely but it's just the way that people explain it and understand it and even worse accept this! And apparently if anything does (god forbid) happen to me while there I'm actually still not responsible... it would be the gym. But it would be okay as you know what? Their insurance would cover it! I don't get it... I mean if I'm working out in stilleto's and I fall off the treadmill it's not my fault? (i'm going for humour here folks)... You bet your bottom dollar that the week following they would be erecting a 'no stillies' please' sign above every treadmill in the club!
What sort of world are we living in? I'm sure it's just a bit of culture shock paired up with my relentless mission to get things sorted through in my mind and get my heart and soul back into business and understand a bit better just what it is in my life that seems to be the matter with me, in that I seem to be making very clear mistakes in my personal life and missing the warning signs five miles off... One thing is certain however, and that is when I figure it out. I won't be blaming anyone for it other than myself.
But it's not all bad you see... I remember that one of the big important lessons in life my mother taught me. She told me that life was not easy but for the most part it's damn hard. For the longest time I accepted this as reality and trudged along and sucked it up as 'reality' and just took it and took it. It's only now after recent events when I was speaking to my mum about it that she mentioned one pivotal thing to add onto the life is tough concept... that life is tough but it doesn't mean that when it's tough you sit back and take it until it nearly takes you. You can fight against it so it's not so tough and not so bad. This is so simple but clearly a key thing that I was clearly not processing. D'oh. Mum's logic is only valid when you apply the entire principle in full and not just one part of it. Progress yes, life moving forwards? Yes! Job hunting looking really positive? Yes. Accepting that life is hard (and of course could be a hell of a lot harder) but I'm never going to let myself concede defeat. Hardship is not something to accept... it's an indicator to the fact (5 miles off maybe) that something is not right and it's time to fix it. I'm buying a tool belt because damn it; I've got some life and mind fixing to continue along with and I'm going to need them! Now if I could only read the damn instructions... the set i have are in Japanese!
This simple... or what one would think was a simple concept is one that has really been on my radar in the last few months. I guess it all started when the reality of my bad personal situation came to light... I was sitting in a lawyer's office desperately trying to get a hold of what was going on and how I could stop the slow moving train wreck that my life seemed to be turning into. As I explained to her the situation and certain party's actions and what my options where to protect myself from them and to also understand what sort of consequence one would face for what they had done to me. In short the lawyer who was as tough as nails with a dryer humour than a gaggle of brits said to me flat out. "Darling... the state is not responsible for your bad choices. It's your responsibility in life to chose a partner who is not going to do these sorts of things to you." I must say I was quite dumbfounded. I couldn't understand how in Spain, that in the eyes of the law the simple fact that I knew who the person who did this flagrantly dishonorable and illegal thing, was simply not accountable for it. It was harsh. But true. Only you can be responsible for your own life and the choices (good and bad) that you make. If you chose to surround yourself with bad people or people who do a damn good job of pretending that they are then it's your deal. This was a bitter pill to swallow but I get it. I'm really the last person in the queue of people winging about 'life owning them something' so yea it makes sense... I may not like it but it makes sense. And so yes, It's a bit baffling but I agree... I didn't make certain bad things happen but the choices that I made leading up to it allowed it to, so for that I am responsible.
Being back in Canada things couldn't be more opposite. This country has a culture of no fault insurance... and Americanized 'I can just sue' if something goes wrong attitued. You slip and fall in the mall (wearing sky high heels for example) it's the mall's fault and responsibility. You're not attending school because you're busy selling drugs... again not your problem as the whole educational system is set up to forgive and forget. And on that note, the school system will actually in a sideways' way blame the student's failings to turn up to class to get an education as the fault of the school system having let you make bad choices... nowhere in the process does the person whom is making these bad choices or their parents (if they're minors) ever have to take responsibility for them. There is always an out and always someone else to blame. I mean even the gym I joined for 2 months told to me that I need to do a 5 session induction (for insurance purposes) because as they explained to me... "it would be terrible for them to let me loose in the gym without knowing the intricate details of how everything worked as I could hurt myself". I mean, okay yes I see the value in safety absolutely but it's just the way that people explain it and understand it and even worse accept this! And apparently if anything does (god forbid) happen to me while there I'm actually still not responsible... it would be the gym. But it would be okay as you know what? Their insurance would cover it! I don't get it... I mean if I'm working out in stilleto's and I fall off the treadmill it's not my fault? (i'm going for humour here folks)... You bet your bottom dollar that the week following they would be erecting a 'no stillies' please' sign above every treadmill in the club!
What sort of world are we living in? I'm sure it's just a bit of culture shock paired up with my relentless mission to get things sorted through in my mind and get my heart and soul back into business and understand a bit better just what it is in my life that seems to be the matter with me, in that I seem to be making very clear mistakes in my personal life and missing the warning signs five miles off... One thing is certain however, and that is when I figure it out. I won't be blaming anyone for it other than myself.
But it's not all bad you see... I remember that one of the big important lessons in life my mother taught me. She told me that life was not easy but for the most part it's damn hard. For the longest time I accepted this as reality and trudged along and sucked it up as 'reality' and just took it and took it. It's only now after recent events when I was speaking to my mum about it that she mentioned one pivotal thing to add onto the life is tough concept... that life is tough but it doesn't mean that when it's tough you sit back and take it until it nearly takes you. You can fight against it so it's not so tough and not so bad. This is so simple but clearly a key thing that I was clearly not processing. D'oh. Mum's logic is only valid when you apply the entire principle in full and not just one part of it. Progress yes, life moving forwards? Yes! Job hunting looking really positive? Yes. Accepting that life is hard (and of course could be a hell of a lot harder) but I'm never going to let myself concede defeat. Hardship is not something to accept... it's an indicator to the fact (5 miles off maybe) that something is not right and it's time to fix it. I'm buying a tool belt because damn it; I've got some life and mind fixing to continue along with and I'm going to need them! Now if I could only read the damn instructions... the set i have are in Japanese!
9.11.10
Leaving a city that you're not yet ready to leave
Is really a lot more difficult that I could have ever imagined... Beautiful Mark U wrote an update on his FB account this week that sort of captured my sentiment about bcn... but he's waxing about Montreal...
I find it funny as a lot of local people can't fathom why anyone who wasn't from there would want to live there... It seems like a no-brainer but in the end you know what I can see a bit more of their logic now. My mum asked me once... just what it was about Barcelona that was so damn good that caused me to flagrantly overlook the bad... I could not for the life of me answer the question. Was it the horrible tiny expensive flat I lived in? Was it the job that had me working like a zombie? Was it the massive crime rate? Just what was it about this mythical 'quality of life' reason that had any substance to it? I still remain perplexed but yet my heart yearns to be back there but perhaps it's really more my spirit.
I used to joke with people that there are only 3 reasons people end up living in Barecelona:
1) To run away from something... broken heart, broken career... something that didn't work and you don't want to face.
2) Because you fell in love - this again is a very valid one as there are many linked hearts in bcn fueled by summer romances or romantic chance touristic meetings. The pull is strong and the backdrop so damn romantic you can't help but fall without heeding to logic.
4) Because your work transferred you there... this is the category that has the most potential as it means there is financial backing and that there is probably a good logical reason. This is essential for survival... but all too quickly people that fall into this category seem to reveal that there was perhaps a few elements of the first two points to factor in as well...
Life is certainly not easy in Barcelona. Mind you, if you have the luck to have a partner who actually has a job as well and you both pull in more than the mythical mile euros al mes... then you may just have a shot at floating if not even prospering in the cuidad comtal.
My greatest sadness is that I never had that chance to enjoy it that way. I cut off way more than i could chew on the personal side and ended up supporting a certain individual for more than 5 years... that my friends was my error. But all things said... I lived, I learned Spanish... I had an amazing little girl and damn it for the first and hopefully not last time in my life I lived by the beautiful sea.
So Barcelona, I miss you, and yes I feel I was a bit chewed up and spit out by you, but I am not alone.... So all you new venturers who brave the challenge good luck. I'll most certainly not be a stranger to the fair city by the sea... but for the foreseeable future, just as a guest.
Is really a lot more difficult that I could have ever imagined... Beautiful Mark U wrote an update on his FB account this week that sort of captured my sentiment about bcn... but he's waxing about Montreal...
"Montreal is that hot f'cked-up chick who says she loves you but is still sleeping with her ex. You leave, but you miss her. You go back, you loathe yourself."Barcelona is kind of like that with me as from a distance I can clearly see how not just my ridiculously complicated life (for personal reasons of course) but also the way things are there as a whole... the gigantic chasm of apathy that sucks even the most productive pro-active person into no matter how hard they fight it. For me it's a city of great beauty but of also great hardship.
I find it funny as a lot of local people can't fathom why anyone who wasn't from there would want to live there... It seems like a no-brainer but in the end you know what I can see a bit more of their logic now. My mum asked me once... just what it was about Barcelona that was so damn good that caused me to flagrantly overlook the bad... I could not for the life of me answer the question. Was it the horrible tiny expensive flat I lived in? Was it the job that had me working like a zombie? Was it the massive crime rate? Just what was it about this mythical 'quality of life' reason that had any substance to it? I still remain perplexed but yet my heart yearns to be back there but perhaps it's really more my spirit.
I used to joke with people that there are only 3 reasons people end up living in Barecelona:
1) To run away from something... broken heart, broken career... something that didn't work and you don't want to face.
2) Because you fell in love - this again is a very valid one as there are many linked hearts in bcn fueled by summer romances or romantic chance touristic meetings. The pull is strong and the backdrop so damn romantic you can't help but fall without heeding to logic.
4) Because your work transferred you there... this is the category that has the most potential as it means there is financial backing and that there is probably a good logical reason. This is essential for survival... but all too quickly people that fall into this category seem to reveal that there was perhaps a few elements of the first two points to factor in as well...
Life is certainly not easy in Barcelona. Mind you, if you have the luck to have a partner who actually has a job as well and you both pull in more than the mythical mile euros al mes... then you may just have a shot at floating if not even prospering in the cuidad comtal.
My greatest sadness is that I never had that chance to enjoy it that way. I cut off way more than i could chew on the personal side and ended up supporting a certain individual for more than 5 years... that my friends was my error. But all things said... I lived, I learned Spanish... I had an amazing little girl and damn it for the first and hopefully not last time in my life I lived by the beautiful sea.
So Barcelona, I miss you, and yes I feel I was a bit chewed up and spit out by you, but I am not alone.... So all you new venturers who brave the challenge good luck. I'll most certainly not be a stranger to the fair city by the sea... but for the foreseeable future, just as a guest.
6.11.10
Soo....
The painting remains untouched... and so does the first one I started a few weeks ago. Both nearly finished but abandoned at the finishing line... we'll get them sorted eventually I keep telling myself...
I've been doing my best to keep my very ridiculously busy workload in check and really use some of my 'sort out life' time wisely but it's an ever elusive goal. I swear my friends and family deserve gold medals for all the therapy they're pumping out my way to help heal from all of this life upheaval.
On another impossible-esq task we finally found a nice giftie for my mum for her 60th birthday. It's no small feat as she hates spas... has more clothes than madonna and isn't one for any fussy luxuries... yet we wanted to get her something symbolic for this birthday as it's quite the milestone. So after searching and re-confirming that we have VERY expensive taste we settled for this lovely ring we found at tiffany's. We LOVED the gold one but the price did not LOVE us... the silver one is beautiful too. It's got 5 bands... symbolizing one for each of her daughters and grand daughters. It's delicate and timeless. We just hope she likes it as she's not worn any jewelry since my father died and she stopped wearing her wedding band. We where kind of hoping she loved it and would wear it every day as a reminder of all her girls and how much we love her!
The Elsa Peretti wave five-row ring (pretty!)
It was so funny to enter into a shop like Tiffany's. If you know me it's something that I'm sure you can't imagine me ever doing... nor quite frankly likely to ever do again... But I found it fascinating the diamonds. I had no idea they existed like that. I mean i've seen some real whoppers worn by some ladies while I was working down in South Kensington when I was living in London and such but wow, to see them like that in the shop I was really dazzled. I was a small bit saddened as the little canadian girl in me I guess has the princess dream still flickering in the back of my mind that one day I'll get married and be given a lovely ring (not that i could even fathom the likes of these ones) but that I would have that *gasp* moment with someone I really loved... the realist in me is very quick to refute this ridiculous fantasy as it's simply so wasteful in spending what could surely be considered a solid down payment on a house on a shiny rock... It's all just a bit ridiculous and showy really... but I am happy for the people to whom it brings joy to them for having such things. The biggest value to me would be a person who love and adored me as I did them and wanted to spend their life with Sienna and I (no shiny rocks required)... and that my friends would be the greatest gift in the world... no small task of course... well we'll just store that away in the pipe dream file for the time being...
good days and bad, good days and bad.
*deep breath*
The painting remains untouched... and so does the first one I started a few weeks ago. Both nearly finished but abandoned at the finishing line... we'll get them sorted eventually I keep telling myself...
I've been doing my best to keep my very ridiculously busy workload in check and really use some of my 'sort out life' time wisely but it's an ever elusive goal. I swear my friends and family deserve gold medals for all the therapy they're pumping out my way to help heal from all of this life upheaval.
On another impossible-esq task we finally found a nice giftie for my mum for her 60th birthday. It's no small feat as she hates spas... has more clothes than madonna and isn't one for any fussy luxuries... yet we wanted to get her something symbolic for this birthday as it's quite the milestone. So after searching and re-confirming that we have VERY expensive taste we settled for this lovely ring we found at tiffany's. We LOVED the gold one but the price did not LOVE us... the silver one is beautiful too. It's got 5 bands... symbolizing one for each of her daughters and grand daughters. It's delicate and timeless. We just hope she likes it as she's not worn any jewelry since my father died and she stopped wearing her wedding band. We where kind of hoping she loved it and would wear it every day as a reminder of all her girls and how much we love her!
The Elsa Peretti wave five-row ring (pretty!)It was so funny to enter into a shop like Tiffany's. If you know me it's something that I'm sure you can't imagine me ever doing... nor quite frankly likely to ever do again... But I found it fascinating the diamonds. I had no idea they existed like that. I mean i've seen some real whoppers worn by some ladies while I was working down in South Kensington when I was living in London and such but wow, to see them like that in the shop I was really dazzled. I was a small bit saddened as the little canadian girl in me I guess has the princess dream still flickering in the back of my mind that one day I'll get married and be given a lovely ring (not that i could even fathom the likes of these ones) but that I would have that *gasp* moment with someone I really loved... the realist in me is very quick to refute this ridiculous fantasy as it's simply so wasteful in spending what could surely be considered a solid down payment on a house on a shiny rock... It's all just a bit ridiculous and showy really... but I am happy for the people to whom it brings joy to them for having such things. The biggest value to me would be a person who love and adored me as I did them and wanted to spend their life with Sienna and I (no shiny rocks required)... and that my friends would be the greatest gift in the world... no small task of course... well we'll just store that away in the pipe dream file for the time being...
good days and bad, good days and bad.
*deep breath*
2.11.10
Apart from the daily grind
That is most certainly the daily grind these days... I managed to squeeze in a tiny bit of painting this afternoon...
He's not finished yet... he needs to be much more pink... but we're getting there... and I know, I know... it's not a naked lady! What ever has become of me? I guess we can thank Luca who strongly insisted that I try painting something other than a naked lady... So sienna chose a lion and a pink one of course so we're working to that... looks a bit sinister right now... I kind of like it that way... maybe I should leave him half done. What do you think? lots more texture or stop!?!?
That is most certainly the daily grind these days... I managed to squeeze in a tiny bit of painting this afternoon...
He's not finished yet... he needs to be much more pink... but we're getting there... and I know, I know... it's not a naked lady! What ever has become of me? I guess we can thank Luca who strongly insisted that I try painting something other than a naked lady... So sienna chose a lion and a pink one of course so we're working to that... looks a bit sinister right now... I kind of like it that way... maybe I should leave him half done. What do you think? lots more texture or stop!?!?
28.10.10
This day started waaaaaaay early
to the tune of 3h30 am...but finishing work this early is also a bonus. I'll catch a cat nap on the way to my gp's house this afternoon which should help re-vitalize.
Lilli has been my faithful or not so faithful early morning work compainion... some good she is!
I'm at long last having a positive day having at last past through the other side of a pretty 'down' first part of the week. But happiness is on the way back... and it will be good and balanced happiness. Or so the plan goes...
I'm mostly missing you today... you know who you are *wink*
okay and you too....
*kiss*
to the tune of 3h30 am...but finishing work this early is also a bonus. I'll catch a cat nap on the way to my gp's house this afternoon which should help re-vitalize.
Lilli has been my faithful or not so faithful early morning work compainion... some good she is!
I'm at long last having a positive day having at last past through the other side of a pretty 'down' first part of the week. But happiness is on the way back... and it will be good and balanced happiness. Or so the plan goes...
I'm mostly missing you today... you know who you are *wink*
okay and you too....
*kiss*
26.10.10
25.10.10
lifting spirits
back working today (remotely) and it seems to have help lift my spirits a lot which is good. How peverse if you ask me.
The mild climes today meant fog in the early morning which made things look right spooky.
Lilli is preparing for hallowe'en with her little costume. I've got some better pics of it i'll put up later...
BatFink!!!!
back working today (remotely) and it seems to have help lift my spirits a lot which is good. How peverse if you ask me.
The mild climes today meant fog in the early morning which made things look right spooky.
Lilli is preparing for hallowe'en with her little costume. I've got some better pics of it i'll put up later...
BatFink!!!!
23.10.10
i've been torturing myself
i've been looking at some of the flats that i've lived in before in london... rented of course and shared but man... when you look back at some of them I can't imagine how lucky I was to have that experience. It would take a lifetime of insane work to even remotely be able to afford any of them anymore! Best get checking my lotto numbers...
or alternately best set the bar a wee bit lower and give myself a bit of a break.
moving to a quaint little pueblo somehwere has never seemed so appealing... an no, brampton is not considered a pueblo... nice try kj.
i've been looking at some of the flats that i've lived in before in london... rented of course and shared but man... when you look back at some of them I can't imagine how lucky I was to have that experience. It would take a lifetime of insane work to even remotely be able to afford any of them anymore! Best get checking my lotto numbers...
or alternately best set the bar a wee bit lower and give myself a bit of a break.
moving to a quaint little pueblo somehwere has never seemed so appealing... an no, brampton is not considered a pueblo... nice try kj.
un pequeñito por favor
si la persona de Apaseo El Grande quien esta leyendo mi blog al mínimo 5 veces al dia puede contactarme? Estoy segura que conoces algo de Alfredo o eres el... por favor. déjame un comentario con tus datos y podemos hablar??? Se puede ayudar el futuro de una niña inocente que merece seguridad en su pequeña vida.
Gracias.
si la persona de Apaseo El Grande quien esta leyendo mi blog al mínimo 5 veces al dia puede contactarme? Estoy segura que conoces algo de Alfredo o eres el... por favor. déjame un comentario con tus datos y podemos hablar??? Se puede ayudar el futuro de una niña inocente que merece seguridad en su pequeña vida.
Gracias.
22.10.10
you know you're in Canada when...
don't get me wrong. the family portion of this stopover is lovely. The rest of it will take some adjusting to.
But explain to me one thing? why is spotify not available here? Is this some cruel torture?
- you turn on the hot tap in a public toilet and hot water actually comes out
- 'small' in most shops is too big...
- you find yourself saying... "my god this simply does not exist in Spain"
- You find yourself saying 100 times a day 'man it's damn cold'
- 21h seems like a reasonable time to go to bed
- 5 am seems like a resonable hour to get up
- They give you food you don't finish when dining out. to 'take home'
don't get me wrong. the family portion of this stopover is lovely. The rest of it will take some adjusting to.
But explain to me one thing? why is spotify not available here? Is this some cruel torture?
21.10.10
Paging Alfredo "Fredy" Durante
Anyone who reads my blog who knows Alfredo "Fredy" Durante Tejero please have him contact me regarding his whereabouts so I can serve him papers regarding custody of our child.
It's got to be official so here it is on the www.
Life's fun yea?
Well we've just got to roll with it. Get it sorted and move on.
thank you... now back to regular blogging.
Anyone who reads my blog who knows Alfredo "Fredy" Durante Tejero please have him contact me regarding his whereabouts so I can serve him papers regarding custody of our child.
It's got to be official so here it is on the www.
Life's fun yea?
Well we've just got to roll with it. Get it sorted and move on.
thank you... now back to regular blogging.
19.10.10
18.10.10
Day one of holiday
I'm feeling guilty as that's what I do best really... but Sienna started her new school today and I've got one whole week to myself to try and rest and recover from this seemingly never ending ordeal. I think it's been so long in coming that I almost don't even know what to do with myself. You just run on empty for such a long time you forget how to re-fuel. The plan is for now, gym, painting, sleeping and as few life admin things as possible.
I've just finished doing some research through some stock photo sites for inspiration. I found the image i used as a base for the Chiara painting way back when... neat to see the original image and then the end result next to one and other...
I'm feeling guilty as that's what I do best really... but Sienna started her new school today and I've got one whole week to myself to try and rest and recover from this seemingly never ending ordeal. I think it's been so long in coming that I almost don't even know what to do with myself. You just run on empty for such a long time you forget how to re-fuel. The plan is for now, gym, painting, sleeping and as few life admin things as possible.
I've just finished doing some research through some stock photo sites for inspiration. I found the image i used as a base for the Chiara painting way back when... neat to see the original image and then the end result next to one and other...
17.10.10
I'm mostly...
loving the fact that in Canadialandia I can wear a size 6! Hilarious. I don't quite believe it but we'll roll with it. KJ insighted a great deal of expenditure yesterday which of course today has brought a bit of buyer's remorse but considering that everything was 40% off it could have been a lot worse!
Thanksgiving supper yesterday was a success and Lilli surprisingly didn't have to be quarantined. The girls played together and I think had the best time out of everyone. The exhaustion at the end of the day was apparent for all. Most comically the girls where outside trying out their new hockey sticks. Sienna has a lot of catching up to do in order to become a bit more 'canadian'. I think they look more like they are sweeping rather than playing hockey!
However she wasn't tired enough to sleep in this morning and by half past 7 in the morning she was outside playing with her new sand box that her cousing mark bought for her. She has been spoiled rotten since we arrived. I'm not quite sure she'll ever agree to leave here!
I on the other hand am missing Barcelona dearly. But i know this is the only option for us right now so I need to just focus on getting back on track and moving away from all the harm and negativity that certain parties cast on us. Sometimes time just doesn't tick fast enough and when your heart is somewhere but your body is elsewhere you quickly feel quite disassembled. I'm furiously dreaming about the positive and amazing energies I've been blessed with lately. Dreams dreams and more dreams. They help bridge the gaps. But the butterflies are still there in my tummy. I hope they stay a good long while.
loving the fact that in Canadialandia I can wear a size 6! Hilarious. I don't quite believe it but we'll roll with it. KJ insighted a great deal of expenditure yesterday which of course today has brought a bit of buyer's remorse but considering that everything was 40% off it could have been a lot worse!
Thanksgiving supper yesterday was a success and Lilli surprisingly didn't have to be quarantined. The girls played together and I think had the best time out of everyone. The exhaustion at the end of the day was apparent for all. Most comically the girls where outside trying out their new hockey sticks. Sienna has a lot of catching up to do in order to become a bit more 'canadian'. I think they look more like they are sweeping rather than playing hockey!
However she wasn't tired enough to sleep in this morning and by half past 7 in the morning she was outside playing with her new sand box that her cousing mark bought for her. She has been spoiled rotten since we arrived. I'm not quite sure she'll ever agree to leave here!
I on the other hand am missing Barcelona dearly. But i know this is the only option for us right now so I need to just focus on getting back on track and moving away from all the harm and negativity that certain parties cast on us. Sometimes time just doesn't tick fast enough and when your heart is somewhere but your body is elsewhere you quickly feel quite disassembled. I'm furiously dreaming about the positive and amazing energies I've been blessed with lately. Dreams dreams and more dreams. They help bridge the gaps. But the butterflies are still there in my tummy. I hope they stay a good long while.
16.10.10
Jet lag
means half six in the morning wake ups... but i'm planning to try and keep hold of the early starts and get my work day done by early afternoon when I start back up working in about a week's time.
I took Sienna and Lilli for a very chilly walk last evening. We didn't make it too too far but Sienna trooped through the leaves and was quite entertained. Lilli is filled with terror and I don't see her adjusting too too well to the climate here. Wait till she sees snow!
We're celebrating a delayed thanks giving here today as last weekend my grandfather was in the hospital and we where still in Spain. I think I"ll have to sedate the poor dog as having 16 people in the house will cause her to have a nervous breakdown... don't worry I won't actually do that to her i'm not that evil! My grandfather has requested poutine and so i am happy to oblige. It's nice that we're here to spend some time with him as he's been increasingly ill and thus we're starting to worry that these may be his last days with us. Which is fair as he's 92 but we're not quite ready to see him off yet! Instead we'll enjoy all the time we have with him.
Luca's fiesta major seemed to be a great success last night. We were so sad to not be there but the text i received at half nine Spanish time this morning confirms that it went on until the wee hours of the next day! Sounds quite righteous.
Joey and Pierre are getting married today in a small civil ceremony in Scotland. It was planned this way so both their parents could be there to witness. But I'm sad they didn't do the Tuscan adventure that they had once talked about. Maybe we can do a celebration there this summer for them!?!?! Por esto me apunto!
means half six in the morning wake ups... but i'm planning to try and keep hold of the early starts and get my work day done by early afternoon when I start back up working in about a week's time.
I took Sienna and Lilli for a very chilly walk last evening. We didn't make it too too far but Sienna trooped through the leaves and was quite entertained. Lilli is filled with terror and I don't see her adjusting too too well to the climate here. Wait till she sees snow!
We're celebrating a delayed thanks giving here today as last weekend my grandfather was in the hospital and we where still in Spain. I think I"ll have to sedate the poor dog as having 16 people in the house will cause her to have a nervous breakdown... don't worry I won't actually do that to her i'm not that evil! My grandfather has requested poutine and so i am happy to oblige. It's nice that we're here to spend some time with him as he's been increasingly ill and thus we're starting to worry that these may be his last days with us. Which is fair as he's 92 but we're not quite ready to see him off yet! Instead we'll enjoy all the time we have with him.
Luca's fiesta major seemed to be a great success last night. We were so sad to not be there but the text i received at half nine Spanish time this morning confirms that it went on until the wee hours of the next day! Sounds quite righteous.
Joey and Pierre are getting married today in a small civil ceremony in Scotland. It was planned this way so both their parents could be there to witness. But I'm sad they didn't do the Tuscan adventure that they had once talked about. Maybe we can do a celebration there this summer for them!?!?! Por esto me apunto!
14.10.10
Drink the water...
"Drink the water" he tells me... it's not about the glass being half full or half empty or in my insistence that the glass is 'teetering dangerously close to the edge of the table and about to fall off'... it's all a matter of perspective and the way you chose to look at things in invariably affects their outcome. So drink it i did and i hope to continue to do so :)
we arrived safely after a long journey. who would have thought that travelling with a small child and a small dog would have not been a nightmare. It's not a new life for me I keep insisting. It's a new chapter as you can never erase the past events you can just keep moving forwards and creating new and better ones. Again... it's all about perspective. See I do listen!
Did I mention I've got 2 weeks off? Yes that is a very very nice thing after all of this. I can't remember that last time that I've felt such need for some time off!
"Drink the water" he tells me... it's not about the glass being half full or half empty or in my insistence that the glass is 'teetering dangerously close to the edge of the table and about to fall off'... it's all a matter of perspective and the way you chose to look at things in invariably affects their outcome. So drink it i did and i hope to continue to do so :)
we arrived safely after a long journey. who would have thought that travelling with a small child and a small dog would have not been a nightmare. It's not a new life for me I keep insisting. It's a new chapter as you can never erase the past events you can just keep moving forwards and creating new and better ones. Again... it's all about perspective. See I do listen!
Did I mention I've got 2 weeks off? Yes that is a very very nice thing after all of this. I can't remember that last time that I've felt such need for some time off!
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