Dog Driven Spring Cleaning Design Inspiration

Spring cleaning is a funny thing to me.  What is it about spring that makes us feel like we have to take everything out of every spot to wipe down every little crevice? Is it because we can open the windows and the fresh air inspires us to want a fresh clean house, or is it because we are just down right dirty all winter and finally have to do something about it? I think a part of it for me is feeling a renewed sense of energy after wanting to hang out on a cozy couch in the chilly darker months.  It still baffles me though that every year, this is the time that motivation comes to go through the closet to get rid of clothes, and sort through and donate toys the kids are done with.  Nonetheless, I have been hit with the bug and wanted to get an idea of where the pros get their spring cleaning design inspiration from.

What has proven to be a great benefit to my dog, and ultimately our living room design, was a post I came across on peach.ca about Lessons From a Cat for Creative Bathroom Design.  This prompted me to have our dog on the forefront of my mind as I was cleaning and organizing.  I managed to empty out a big box that was full of all those little irritating things you hate to unpack in a move. Yes, we moved two years ago … that’s what happens when you ignore the annoying box! Rather than stomping on the box to fit it in the recycle bin, my Peach Interior Design reading inspired me to turn it into a dog bed.

 

Looks like she chewed out her own door!

Looks like she chewed out her own door!

 

After a few days though, the whole family thought that it did make our dog look a little bit like a hobo dog sleeping in a cardboard box, and it didn’t look very attractive in our living space.  I am definitely not one to be successful at do-it-yourself design projects.  They always end up looking like a kindergarten art project, so I set my kids loose on it knowing they would far surpass me.  I was impressed as they took into account the current colours in our house, and even created an exciting feature out of the half-eaten part. They rocked it!

 

Voila! Extreme Dog Home Makeover.

Voila! Extreme Dog Home Makeover.

 

Every time my mom finds out I’m spring cleaning she ALWAYS asks me, “Did you find any treasures?”, this time I’m going to tell her “We found a diamond in the rough and polished it up real nice!”

 

The Critters Strike Again – Attack of the Killer Bees!

The critter / creature / insect livelihood out in California continues to shock me.  I have seen, and as a result, had to take care of things I never imagined.  Things one typically only sees in movies, or at zoos! Maybe they all know how crazy this makes me, because I seem to attract a lot of visitors.  This past week I was ‘lucky’ enough to have thousands of house guests decide to stay and establish a whole community and pretty much, their own small business in my home.  Who am I kidding, why am I trying to paint such a nice picture of this? Over the past week our house was attacked and taken over by hybrid Africanized Honey Killer Bees!

I suspected we had a problem when I noticed a few bees hovering around the overhang of our roof.  I called our exterminator, whom I’m on a first name basis with, Andy, and he told me that bees often travel in little swarms looking for suitable places to build new hives.  If they leave the next day we’d have nothing to worry about.  They actually left that same afternoon so I took that to be their rejection of our place.  The next afternoon, however, when walking past my window I was stopped in my tracks by this …

 

 

Now, picture me on the phone with the exterminator company.

“I need to speak with Andy immediately!”

“I’m sorry, he’s off for the weekend, how can we help you?”

“I have a SWARM of bees outside my house the size of the street all the way up to my roof!!!”

“Oh, they do that.  They’ll do that until the sun goes down, they’re just hot.”

“No, you don’t understand … this is an amount of bees you would only see in a movie!”

“Ya, we get that a lot.”

“Well, you tell Andy that we weren’t sure if we had a problem and now we know WE DEFINITELY HAVE A PROBLEM!!!!!”

My daughter was in a panic whimpering beside me.  She thought we’d never be able to leave the house.  It was a pretty overwhelming thing to see.  The bees eventually subsided and returned to the hive, which was clearly in our roof.  Andy eventually came by and let me know that due to the height of our roof and the extent of our problem, we’d have to call in a company specializing in bees.  All I could think of was how many of them were already up there, and that they were probably multiplying like crazy.  I dropped everything and got a hold of Speedy’s Pest Solutions, who promised to send someone out the next day to assess our problem, give me a quote and set up a plan. In the meantime, I had started to notice dead bees accumulating on our steps.

 

Not a time to run out in bare feet for the mail!

Not a time to run out in bare feet for the mail!

 

The next day, Joe from Speedy’s came by.  Upon first observing the bees swarming around our roof and then examining the dead ones, he informed me that we were dealing with Africanized Honey Bees, actually calling them Killer Bees (which confirmed for me that I did indeed have bees out of a movie!).  The reason we had the dead ones is because the bees were killing each other off for space, but primarily killing off females because there can only be one queen.   As soon as he realized how aggressive they were, he decided to stay and get rid of them instantly.  He told me we all had to pack up and leave the house right away in case any them came inside through recessed lighting.  The danger came from the nature of Killer Bees; if one stings you, they all come and sting you and they do attack on purpose with the intention of taking you down!

 

With that news, we bid goodbye to Joe.

With that news, we bid goodbye to Joe.

 

Joe called in with the report that the bees were gone, but they had already made a fair amount of honey so he would have to return on another day to get into our roof and scrape it all out.  I learned that bees keep the honey at a certain temperature by the constant fluttering of their wings.  With all the bees gone, we could easily have melting honey dripping down the inside of our walls.

 

Joe's return proved to be a fascinating day for all of us.

Joe’s return proved to be a fascinating day for all of us.

 

I sent him up the ladder with my camera to capture a few shots for us. What he discovered was a very old abandoned hive that the bees had immediately moved into, as well as a brand new honeycomb construction they were working on and beginning to fill with honey.  He got surprised by a large number of bees who were still inside, having been hidden layers back.

 

It's hard to make sense of this, but it's layers of the old hive the bees took over.

It’s hard to make sense of this, but it’s layers of the old hive the bees took over.

 

The new hive being made,and the live bees that surprised Joe. That's probably why it's out of focus!

The new hive being made, and the live bees that surprised Joe. That’s probably why it’s out of focus!

 

When it was all said and done, Joe and his assistant came inside with a souvenir for us and stayed for a bit of food.  We visited for a while and he had plenty of stories to share.  I now think that queen bees have it pretty good!  A queen has worker bees that do anything she tells them to.  They go out in search of a home that will be desirable for her.  If they don’t think it will meet her satisfaction they move on.  She has a whole clan of drone bees whose sole purpose is to mate with her.  After they mate, the drone dies! The down side is that the queen has to kill her female babies who might be in competition with her and once she starts aging the drone bees will help her kill the young, but leaving one surviving female to take over, they then turn and kill the queen!

Joe let me know that the stories of Killer Bees are very real.  He has known them to chase someone for a mile.  If you should be on the run from a swarm and decide to jump into a pool to escape them, they will actually wait for you! He also told me of a woman who was just driving in her car with the windows down and bees came in attacking her.  This ultimately resulted in her death, as did most of the other stories.  The venom of these bees is no stronger than a regular bee, but it is difficult to survive the magnitude of venom that comes from thousands of stings.

Although we are all safe, I do feel attacked by them.  They fully attacked my pocket book!  Getting rid of these bees and the resulting roof work cost us nearly $1,600! I heard we’re lucky we caught them when we did, because Joe’s had people who’s walls have caved in on them because of hives within the structure.  If you even suspect you have a problem, call someone right away, because you might be underestimating the possible danger. To finish on a happy note, I did learn that it’s possible to have an exterminator spray the bees with wine, which keeps any honey they’ve made safe and perfectly edible for you, with health benefits to boot!

 

Our $1,600 Souvenir

Our $1,600 Souvenir

 

Pub Crawl Hollywood Style in Brie’s Neck of the Woods

I’d been craving a night out for a long time.  I mean a really good night out that measures up to the true definition of partying.  When we found a pub crawl that was scheduled in Hollywood, close to our neck of the woods for St. Patty’s Day, there was nothing to be considered … I was in!  I pictured the old college days where droves of people would move from pub to pub, laughing and living it up on the streets. We gathered up a couple friends and hit the town primed with excitement and high expectations.

 

All Powered Up and Ready To Go!

All Powered Up and Ready To Go!

 

We checked in at the Pig and Whistle right on Hollywood Blvd, and got outfitted with wrist bands, plastic travel cups, a map and free tickets to the Supper Club.  There were drink specials being offered at each pub, but only for certain hours of the night.  You had to consult the legend to figure out where to go when.  Our first stop was Hooters. Who would have thought they would have been a stop on a pub crawl, and a St. Patty’s pub crawl at that!  I think the walk to Hooters set the tone for the rest of the night!  If you’ve never been to Hollywood, I must explain that you think the Walk of Fame would be glamorous, but it is in fact the most opposite to that! There is a whole culture of ‘super heroes’ who hang out and make a dollar off everyone who wants to take their picture.  These are adults dressed up in really cheap costumes that are often saggy and quite well worn.  With that in mind, it was no oddity that our friend bumped into and apologized to Batman on the way.  It was bizarre though to have Captain America in the restaurant seated right beside us, hanging out with Spiderman, who had his costume half off and hanging by his waist.

 

Captain America dining with an off duty Spiderman

Captain America dining with an off duty Spiderman

 

We realized we were the only pub crawlers in Hooters, so downing our beers, we studied the map to move on.  Little did we know, that was to be our best beer of the night!

 

Pub Crawl Map

Pub Crawl Map

 

At our other stops we had to give the bartender our plastic cups and we were only able to drink Bud Light if we wanted the $2.00 pub crawler special.  One place made us go to the back of a long line of regulars to wait with hopes of even getting let in.  Pub crawlers are not supposed to wait in line! We got the feeling that the pubs were kind of annoyed to have us there, plus picture the embarrassment of drinking out of a little plastic cup while the regular patrons had fancy fun ones. I would also like to add that there wasn’t a single thing Irish about any of the bars we stopped at!  Not even one tune to dance the jig in celebration.  Who knew my small home town back in Canada would be more capable of planning big street parties than Hollywood!

 

You have to admit, this is pretty funny!

You have to admit, this is pretty funny!

 

Did I mention we got tickets to the Supper Club?  We decided it was time to make ourselves feel special and head over to this swanky place.  When we presented out tickets they said “Oh no, these tickets are for the Premier Supper Club … that’s around the corner.”  Well, of course it was. Not the same people … not the same! We did go check it out though, but they told us since it was past 12:30 am our tickets were expired and we’d have to pay to get in.

Added to the oddity of the night, were the new methods of guys trying to get a kiss.  Since there really weren’t the droves of party people on the street decked out in green that I was looking forward to, I would shout “Pub Crawlers!” to any we could identify.  One guy replied to me with a “Woohooo, mouth 5!”  At a separate location, another guy asked my husband if he could have his permission to fish kiss me.  These are the types of things that made this pub crawl let-down one of those best nights ever.  That, and the effect of drinking a ton of cheap beers. When you’re with the right people, anything can be fun. Having the ability to laugh at a bad night allows you to end up with some of the best memories!

I know some people who were definitely not having a good night…

 

True Hollywood glamour-limo take down!

True Hollywood glamour-limo take down!

 

What’s going on in your neck of the woods?  Tell us all about it and share it with the #OurNeckOfTheWoods hashtag.

 

Poignant Moments in Parenting

My life is transitioning again.  Other than the actual birth of my children, there are two poignant moments in parenting that have challenged my spirit.

The first was the day I realized they wouldn’t be napping anymore.  Loosing those precious couple of hours in the day sent me in a state of mourning and I was tempted to wear black all the time in a statement of what I had lost.  Two young children, awake and with you all day long.  Gone was the chance to get anything done.  Really, I had become quite efficient at getting EVERYTHING done during their nap.  Sometimes I used the time just for me.  I’d make calls to friends, paint my nails, read a smutty magazine, or just stare out the window.  It took me a while, but I came around and realized that the reason they stopped napping was because they were getting older and there were so many other ways I could interact and enjoy them.

 

My nails, from a coveted Mom moment.

My nails, from a coveted Mom moment.

 

I find myself in the middle of the second major transition right now.  The age of late bedtimes and social lives! With a teen and a pre-teen on my hands, I really can’t get them to bed before 10 pm, and I often spend my weekends driving and picking them up from events.

At my son’s spring formal school dance there were so many beautiful people … all  of them 8th graders!  The moms and dads were standing, tired and scruffy hidden in the shadows of the sidewalk, admiring the outfits, shoes and hair-dos.  Standing off to the side, because we knew this was their night, and we knew better than to embarrass them, but just getting a peak at their excitement would make our night.

 

The Kids Are Having All the Fun!

The Kids Are Having All the Fun!

 

Driving my daughter to a Saturday night birthday party, I saw a mom yawning in her car while her daughter excitedly fixed her make-up in the passenger mirror.  This is where we are at now.

When you’re children don’t go to bed until 10 pm, you don’t get to sleep until at least midnight if you want any kind of time for yourself.  You have to wait to have that huge ice cream sundae you’ve been craving, but didn’t want to serve up for them, you have to wait to start that movie they can’t watch, you have to wait until you’re completely exhausted to get intimate, since you have to make sure they’re completely asleep first, and you have to be willing to accept defeat when you pass out on the couch waiting for any those things to happen.

I plan to get through this parenting transition the same way I got myself through the newborn phase of waking up at all hours of the night … by keeping in perspective that one day they’re not going to want me involved in their lives at all … so I need to cherish every moment I can.  The day will come when they will be able to drive themselves around, or friends will pick them up and they’ll be long gone, off to have fun without a second thought of me.  The day will come when my entire busy schedule will stop, and it will just be me.  For that reason, I must fight for my time and protect my precious minutes for romance, so that when that time comes, I’ve still got my own purpose, my own fun, my sanity and my husband!

 

Mother Teresa is Dead from The Bleeding Heart Collective at Pacific Theatre

Coming away from Pacific Theatre‘s latest show, Mother Teresa is Dead, I felt almost overwhelmed. A guest production by The Bleeding Heart Collective, Mother Teresa is Dead is an intense, powerful drama wrought with emotion. I had just about no knowledge of the storyline before seeing the play last week, and as a result I had a surprisingly emotional response throughout the play, largely in part due to the outstanding four actors. With gripping performances, big questions, and no easy answers, Mother Teresa is Dead is a powerful play, written by Helen Edmundson, that makes you reconsider right and wrong.

 

Julie McIsaac and Katharine Venour as Jane and Frances. Photo by Ron Reed.

 

Helen Edmundson’s play opens with a Londoner, Mark, arriving in India in search of his missing wife. He is clearly frustrated and confused by his wife, Jane’s disappearance, who left Mark and their five-year-old son to work at a shelter in Madras. When Mark finds her, she is staying at the house of an expatriate Briton, Frances, and has clearly been through some kind of crisis. What follows is a difficult reunion between husband and wife, and a heated confrontation between Mark and Srinivas, the owner of the shelter who is trying to convince Jane to stay.

 

Sebastian Kroon and Julie McIsaac as Mark and Jane. Photo by Ron Reed.

 

I found Mark so unlikeable at first, with his anger, his irritation, his yelling. But as the layers pulled back, we learned that Jane abandoned him and their son. Soon, his anger felt justified. I began to sympathize with Mark. While he was harsh and merciless in his anger, I understood it. However, I found myself unable to blame Jane completely as she had just gone through some traumatic incident and did not appear entirely well. In addition, Srinivas and Frances, who first appeared charming and sweet, were later revealed to have their own skeletons. None of the characters were what they seemed. Yet Mother Teresa is Dead never once became apologetic or preachy; it simply asked some very big questions about life, moral conscience, and family.

 

Kayvon Kelly and Julie McIsaac as Srinivas and Jane. Photo by Ron Reed.

 

Mother Teresa is Dead is a play that made me think. There were no easy answers and no clear right and wrong. The characters were all so complex and yet each one was trying so hard to do good, or what was best, that I was left with so many questions. Was there a right or wrong? Were all the characters terrible, flawed people? Or were they all good people in a tough situation? Even now I can’t get my head around whether I truly liked Mark, Jane, Srinvas, and Frances and whether they were good people. Mother Teresa is Dead is a play I enjoyed immensely for its strong performances and for how much the characters made me think. That, I think, is always a sign of good theatre: when you’re left pondering the complexities of the characters long after the curtain has dropped.

Congratulations to Kayvon Kelly (Srinivas), Sebastian Kroon (Mark), Julie McIsaac (Jane), and Katharine Venour (Frances) for their superb performances and to director Evan Frayne for a truly thought-provoking and enjoyable show.

 

Mother Teresa is Dead
When: March 1-23, Wed-Sat: 8pm, Sat matinees: 2pm
Where: Pacific Theatre, 1440 W. 12th Ave, Vancouver
Tickets: Buy online