The oil lights on!? | Klutch Photography | Vancouver family photography

a week ago G noticed the oil light on on my truck and said "let me know if it stays on" as we have a few quirky dash board light things that have happened in the past (with none of them being serious, just glitchy).

later that week, I sent him a text saying the oil light is still on. the response back was "time for a new car"? me "lol" and the week pushed forward with no other attention given to the flashing genie lamp on my dash board.

i made a choice to spend time with my parents this long weekend instead of many other FUN options, partly because I had to work but mostly because this time will never come back with my healthy p's.  

we invited them over to watch che's soccer game (s) and eat. eating is what we do as europeans... along with walks and portuguese wine. really do you need to do any more then that. no. no, you don't!

I picked them up at the ferry terminal after my session saturday morning in vancouver, then we hit up ikea in richmond (of coarse) and then back home to surrey.  and the whole time, my truck is doing the oil flashing fluttery thing, oh well, it's still driving-were good!

later that day we go for a walk but decide to take the truck to get to our location and as we spark up it up the euro father says "ah deena, thaat don't soounnd guud"(ah dina, that doesn't sound good).  now let me be clear, that sound would not have registered with me AT ALL. i would have kept driving, for days. my truck is a blue job. yes, that means G takes care of it.  why? because I clean the toilets. enough said.

G pops the hood open and my dad and him "have a man look" at the running engine. then he dip sticks it and he FREAKS out.  NOT A STITCH OF OIL IS REGISTERING. NOTHING. and this is after the car was turned on (which i was told by my dad you don't check it after it's been "running" because it will register more oil then what you really have).

"so i guess were walking"!  i announce.

G was left to solve the almost seized engine, lack of oil...failing at his blue job-problem, while we continue our adventure by foot. as we made our way to the park, we were escorted by an old furry friend named pepper and i realized that if the euro's had not come this weekend, i would not have a truck for much longer because we didn't believe the oil light flickering was a "real issue"- such fools right! thank you universe for setting that up!  unfortunately, i think i need to make the truck a "pink" job from now on.

the rest of the weekend was spent in perfect nothing specialness, minus my parents eating sushi for the first time ever (can you imagine not eating sushi for 71 years!!), and my dad turning 72.  so grateful for this life, the little things the moments all of them. 

(update-the truck has recovered, the oil light is gone and no more knocks in the engine!)

#maylong

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The tickle trunk(s) of memories | Klutch Photography | Vancouver family photographer

this all started with me mentioning i may have a old school rubiks cube in my tickle trunk of memories to my oldest. clearly this is the "thing" (again) as she made me promise to check if i still had it while they were at school the next day.

she left me an adorable reminder note attached to my mouse this morning with an I "heart" you on the bottom - well i sure would feel like an asshole if i don't check for her today.

much later (after trespassing in abandoned mansions all morning) i had a half hour before pick up, so me and my ripped jeans (that was acquired from jumping over a large fence to get in one of the houses), i grabbed the three step latter and headed upstairs to the master bedroom.

two trunks awaited on the top of the armoire -one gregs, one mine. both HEAVY. 

part of me just wanted to say f-it and buy her a new $15 rubiks cube from walmart and say "happy long weekend, go crazy and remember pulling a cube out and placing it in another location is cheating" and that would have saved myself the hassle but no. i continue to rummage.

"holy f'n dust" there has to be five plus years on top of these suckers -don't judge, getting a latter to dust in a bedroom is WAY out of my cleaning scope. not happening.

inside the trunks are memories of elementary school years, marriage, birth (mine and their's), teenage scrap books and nude images (yes, nudes! and to answer your next question, i'm never throwing them out! EVER. seriously, if those get "loose" on the internet, i would be like "yep, that's a real lady beaver folks and this is what real boobs look like girls". lol. i looked great back then, to bad we can't see it when we are in it! the best part - ONE copy, that's it.  film. oh those were the days.

sadly after all that digging- no rubiks cube!

 i had to keep the trunks out and opened to prove i indeed did go through all the goods (it's like they think i lie or something -it's weird because my thoughts go right to that elf on the shelf thing, not sure why?!)

once they arrived home, they got into those trunks and the whirlwind of questions, digging, observations (mostly judgements), trying on my old retainer (umm-i'm gagging inside- my kids are sooo gross. yet i didn't tell them not to try it!) and the "mom, you had WAY to many boyfriends" statement happened for two hours.

Not sure why i kept all this stuff but maybe i thought this day would come. the day my past meets their present & future and we would relate about being kids and not just being their MOTHER ruler of all things "unfun" and chore like. it's true, MOM was a kid back then!  it was actually quite fun and two answer your last question-no, i didn't show them the nudes (there wasn't enough gin in the house to explain the why's behind them, so i opted out). i tucked all the goodies back into the tickle trunk of memories (except my old elementary school tee shirts as the girls want to wear them).

(side note- 80's all the way. i bet some of you from victoria bc will remember a few special items in the mix)

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This never gets old | Klutch Photography | Vancouver family photographer

we arrived home to a perfectly clean house, happy kids and one AMAZING mother in law that said "she loved having them" for almost 12 days.

Blessed are we.

i cried when I saw my youngest. Yet during our travels i shed not one tear, as i knew they were in good hands! i knew they had a great time as the entire butter dish (a full block) was gone (which takes a year to go through normally in my house, lol), more freezies were bought and the ice cream was loved.

our day of catching up was very normal, lots of hugs & kisses, routines and ramblings of school yard shenanigans.  i took every opportunity to sniff my girlies yummy necks as there is nothing more devine then the sent of your babies and of course photos of them at play.

that night dad was voted off the island (our bed), as they needed the mom cuddle but what they didn't know is that i needed it more then them. it's really like sleeping with a debris filled, churning ocean (limbs, blankets, stuffies and bouncing all night long).  my sleep was shit but worth every lost hour. 

being a mom is by far the best job in the world and coming home to this never gets old.

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