eat pray farm

Hey! Hay is for horses. Lets go!

The last two weeks, maybe three, have been a hectic fun blur I can totally relate to that cat’s facial expression right meow. Barn cats are great, so low hassle they pretty much raise themselves and the local wildlife take care of (eating) the rest. So many kittens on this farm.

Baby turkeys. By November they’ll be a nice size. Nice knowin’ ya more like. Oh man I am on a roll today look out.

That little kitty I could fit in my hand so teeny weeny. We died.

This is the watercraft we SHOULD have taken out. Massive. Like the friggin’ Hudson Bay Company boat. But no, too much drama to portage it over to the other house then water? Which was actually a swamp reservoir. God what a shitshow.

That’s the water we went in. My ass is sopping wet and dirty here. We had to crashland on this woman’s property who was not keen and I had to take off my wet shirt, her nerdy little girls in-tow all dressed like amish recluses. The girls were asking me a million questions and commenting on my toe polish that they loved it was cute but the mom was not feeling it. I was like oh don’t worry this was totally not my idea or a good one. We had to walk the dingy off the property then donated it to a family Rob knows but forgot to give them the paddles. All in all two adults in a dingy is NOT a good time. It was hilarious though, looking back. Some unfriendly locals in that town. This other gruff woman in a pick-up truck blocked us off at a crossroad and got in Rob’s face about what we were doing there WTF lady do you own the town??

Rob is crazy like me. Crazier probably so everywhere we go it’s a spectacle. Sometimes I just walk on ahead to avoid embarrassment. Creative types, I tell ya! Our cameras were in that jar plus smokes. At least a pile of beers and vodka micky was out on display while that pilgrim woman was giving us the gears ahahha.

All the guys at the bonfire our last night said I was a good time (no not like that) and I’m invited back for sure. I am kind of like a guy anyway in that I have a horrible mouth on me and can keep up with their quick-talk. I was hazed quite a bit. I can be gullible and fall for dumb shit often. But once I catch on boy, get ready for the roasting. One guy was like so… is your house being fumigated why are you here with Rob? I always seem to perplex people.

Although we were up north we sure did a lot. Not much relax. Maybe a little. I pretty much laid in bed all day yesterday deservedly so. My arms went numb from holding up my phone for two hours I could not nap no matter how hard I tried.

Berry picking was a disaster too we didn’t find much but I got to see this beautiful wheat field my new best friend. Everyone made fun of us for going berry picking but it was an excuse to get away from the family and see the sights.

At least my hair matches the field.

Got some hive spying action in. I didn’t do any bee work. No one likes to do it cos you get stung. I was too hung to get stung. I’d have a full blown meltdown.

Heaven on earth. Legit.

Do you recognize this? Can you figure out where we were/are.

I love this beach.

Wished I had tanning bronzer lotion. Love that shit. Seagulls pecked at us as we slept on the beach. The bag too. Ballsy.

Rob hates this thing, thinks it’s garbage. Seeing me take a picture of it made him appreciate it more and he felt more proud about it. People can’t see the forest for the trees when they’ve seen something their whole life.

Drone.

Honey everywhere. Forgot to bring my wax home. Do you want some wax? You can use it to clean your house apparently. I can steal some and then sell you some lol.

Arighty then I’ll leave you now with this wheat video. There’s a lot more to share soon have a great Sunday!

ghost of the east coast

Hello fellers. Here be the rest of my PEI uploads. I wanted to post some new stuff but I left my camera cord at home for some dumb reason.

Two back-to-back trips and a backlog of work to catch up on has made my head spin where to begin.

The night before PEI. I was super worried about getting fat. I imbibed. I got fat. But now I’m all svelte like it never even happened so no harm no foul.

My flight look. I didn’t want to look too party. I feel like it was an Alicia Silverstone Aerosmith video homage.

Honestly the time just flew by. I was worried I’d feel trapped there too long but it was the perfect amount of time all and all.

Moncton. Didn’t happen if you didn’t take a pic.

Confederation bridge. It just goes and goes and goes. It’s an island afterall.

This is the first Prime Minister of Canada Sir John A Macdonald. Americans have a guy like him too, first name Ronald ooh roasted.

After dinner gearing up for a night on the town.

This was funny. We were sloshed. Had a wicked dance party at fishbones. Go there if you go to Charlottetown. We stayed at the fanciest hotel too obvi.

Love period people. Confederation festival.

It was overcast the day prior. We were hung as hell/sleep-deprived can you tell?

Spectac greasy burgs. Gravy was hangover necessary.

Great little sanctuary. I got zero writing done. The slow wifi turned me into an animal. Divine intervention.

Singer in this band obviously gravitated right toward me.

A stewardess snappd at me on the flight home so she was my secret enemy the entire time. I iced her out hard. We had upgraded seats basically first class and she was still a f___ing c__t! Oh well. Then at the end we were friends when I let her take my garbage.

We ate like kings. Trevor is a foodie snot like me. He’s WORSE.

I love scallops.

He had surf ‘n turf.

I had the tenderloin.

Where’s Raymbo interlude.

One last Scooter burger baby!

Travel fashion homeward bound. A security scanner gent really loved my shirt.

Was home three hours then off again to the country.

Totally gotta jet though now. Check me tonight at Sfizio pizza bar for a ladies mixer. xoxo

doing nothing is everything

Happy Monday! Nothing like a rainy Monday. At least this is a day of travel.

Just a little breathless post to say hello and goodbye to PEI. The time just flew on by. Sadness. I’ll tell ya one thing I surely won’t miss and that’s the wifi! Holy bloody slow. I didn’t work on my book at all nor did I edit this interview that’s waiting on my go for press. You think you’re gonna do these things on vay-kay, but ya’s ain’t.

Yesterday I paraded around in this little number (til I got changed into real clothes at dinner) and had a completely fine time. It wasn’t a sunny day so we were like to hell with the beach and obsessively played monopoly deal. Very addictive that game.

The day prior I made a bit more effort, so.

As much crap as I can fit in this post still won’t even scratch the surface on amount of images captured blabbity blah.

Liquor store parking lot action.

Did exercises around the house in this between card games. I have gained some lobster weight. Great. Fat makes my face look healthier and younger anyway I’ll enjoy it while it lasts. No I won’t I’ll hate it.

Okay I am being rushed now gotta pack and go.

Yumness.

BOOOOOATS.

Oh hi.

Pinch me.

I love this dress. The back is adorb too.

Caught up on my sleep out here too. Feel refreshed. Gotta go meow!

when you desire a liar

Here comes part two. Never ever do a part two if you can help it because you have no idea what is going on, where you left off, which picture you blogged. Social Media killed my blog.

Lets give it up together for sandal weather.

Work bestie said I looked like a super model here. She is prettier than me, so I will take that but inside my head I was like OH YEAH? Then stared at it infinity times more.

Fourth time in Louisiana, first time crawfish boil. Boil is the name of the stuff you season these guys with and it’s also what you do to them so not to be a copywriter or anything but wouldn’t that make it crawfish boil squared? I told my Dad how they pronounce Burgundy and Esplanade and said they will punch you in the nose if you correct them so deal. He laughed. We are correctors so it’s like a warning.

Had a mighty good time though, always do. I stayed a day longer and thus was able to do this and man, the weekend was big I am continually impressed with myself. Wow that’s awful show boaty for a Canadian! Don’t worry Ontario I was a great ambassador to yas.

Oh right, remember when I was writing like a novel in my last post. I’ll stop phoning this in.

Last day brunch pants. I did not at all stick out.

Hey mister! I like that pink thing sticking out of your window.

Heeeere we are now. This is the second bar that we caught up to. But three maybe four bars deep. No idea. A bunny on a push cart bike dickee dee type thing would take us on to the next one and the next one. So many great costumes, things, people, great time. They do it twice a year also so you are welcome. It’s called Bunnarchy.

Like I said, great people. I recognized her from the pictures of last year’s bunnarchy. I did not fangirl that much. I mean, I played it relatively cool.

But yeah definitely some parts of the night were insane for sure ahah.

Sad. Bunny lost its tail.

Look at sassy fur coat over there. She wins.

Damn. Supes cute.

We all have fur is the reason for this one and look at my Cory Kennedy pose pshh.

Remember I told you about Yuki!?! It was across the street from one of the bunnarchy stops so we hung out there instead. Fun times. Sigh.

Things are way more dramatic when you are a rabbit.



This picture is actually amazing
, Jesus it is great. CHRIST don’t get me started. It’s the street right out front of Yuki.

Even NASA was there. Yes we landed on the moon.

Then it turned into Burning Man.

I likey. Leave to the professionals though.

Could not resist.

I am wearing my Aruba lifeguard shorts under this and I think we established I didn’t care a long time ago.

It was rabbit fur. I am a comedian don’t forget.

Now that is one epic hug.

Stamp it on errythang you know I love that shit.

They were out of corpse reviver. We made do.

Hi I miss you already. Send me some greased lightning please! I had greasy spoon when I got back and it was totally not the same. Everyone was like what did I eat while there. Um, breakfast. Twice. There was also lamb at the crawfish boil with salted lemons!!!!

This is where I stayed this time.

MJ was blasting on the speakers obviously. TFW stands for Toxic flood water :( and this is in the Music Village. Tour buses go through it often. I bet you guys didn’t know I knew things about stuff!

How early is too early? This.

Alright the next round is on me an then I will give New Orleans a rest for awhile.

Chronicles of Raymi Laureniana

Can you make out my chicken scratch here? Yes you can and, you will.

On with the show then. I just perused the 43 shots I’ve chosen for this round and went meh. Ha what an a-hole. Man I am blog rusty. I thought about trying something new with this post and writing it all out loftily as I would a journal entry which is mostly a means of a practice fantasy novel I will never make time to finish.

Crypticly, old style like, I watched you work the yard, angry I had stayed.. I missed my flight, but now there was time to sit in the last patch of sun and watch on while a record played.

Are you guys into that?

There are way too many talented people in New Orleans. It is great. Many muses. I’d say if I had a sort of people they would be my sort of people. I will refrain from talking anything but like a novel from here on out.



Walking in a sloppy daydream along an Oliver Twistish street to brunch on a sunny humid Saturday afternoon after a devilishly late night – into a place where they’re singing right to your table and you can’t even taste the booze in your drink.

It’s hard to write in this vein when the story doesn’t correspond to the image because my mind is trying to go to what I was actually thinking and feeling at the time of this photo, but I can’t tell you that shit now can I. One because I can’t remember and two because it’s not important and three shhhh.

No more writing restraints I’m going to say what I want about what I want, how I want. Which is pretty much exactly how I live day to day life anyway. Well I’m not that bad (except for everyone who knows me is nodding their heads). Hey I will have you know that I am well liked! Yelling makes it so!



Random fragments seep back in both surreal and painted in longing for that short intense moment gone before absorbed.



Everything reminds you of a better something else.

Sitting on pins, on rocketships.

It’s a place to get lost in.

And many friends along the way.

AIRPORT SEGUE!

Go to Yuki if you want the funnest sushi-sake bar/music experience ever, you won’t be at all upset! I went twice. The second time was as a bunny.

When you go out feeling delicate and have that is tonight really going to happen feeling. It’s a mixture of self-alarm tinged with a make it happen pep talk to self.

Luckily these places dot the journey along the way. I was looking for sandals because the zipper of one of mine kept popping open but I was able to take it off by side straps and re-zip at will, no hassle.

Tuckered now. Guessin’ this is going to be a three-parter.

Have a wonderful night.

xo Raymbo.

to be enjoyed nocturnally

Hello y’all. Girl with crazy life with no life is writing to you on a Friday night. It’s boring and I like it! Oh and that pineapple was full of booze. Delicious. Not ours but I imbibed. If you bring a to-go pineapple, we can be friends.

We drove up and down looking for thai, which was closed.

She’s the Wizard of Emerald City. I could pull those boots off maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to her?

This pic is so Tim Burton.

I love this love love love it.

I ate this entire brie appetizer, not the chutney though. Hangover walk of fame meal and I actually lost weight this trip.

My birthday is soon. Usually around St. Pat’s I start to get all, ooh birthday ooh don’t care but kind of care. I think it’s mostly anticipation excitement cos normally nothing’s really going on.

Ireland Emerald city rules.

Pre-gamed here. After the night prior’s festivities it took a bit of gentle easing back into the saddle a bit, a lot of a bit. We hogged up the jukebox and I got to feel what a fresh stack of new American 1’s feel like before unsheathed. Like fake money out of Hollywood.

This became juice. Amazing.

Probably about the most painful place to be before catching a plane, but also awesome.

This is my new desktop bg.

Never a dull moment.

I am hella glad Leslie insisted I wear this dress because the singer of this band we saw was wearing a cute little green dress while they were performing at Chicki Wah Wah and I would have jumped out of a window of jealousy if I wasn’t in a dress. Moral of the story: always wear a dress.

This pineapple belonged to the people who sent us drinks over. How cordial. It was a sloppy night. I think I am embracing my bohemian side. Maybe it is spring. Canadians have it rough, you forget this shit about yourself until you get a good dose of Vitamin D.

I hope they are still alive and thriving nicely.

Can’t finish? No problem. This pitcher was cheaper than a pint. $2 for a pitcher. I love America.

The man.

Rice beans by band versus..

These ones. And by the way, I get the whole rice and beans thing now. My dad loves beans and for my entire life I have made beans (British) jokes about it. Like, an entire plate of baked brown beans? Ew. This way I get.

Have you been noticing the Kurt Cobain case floating around the wires out there. It’s saddening all over again.

I am so happy it is sunny right now. The lake looks beautiful, sparkling, my arms are hot from its rays. Come on spring!!

And then it was over. I was pumped to have this seat. I got long legs.

Airport desolation, beautiful, art.

They’ve taken a lot of heat lately too, the missing flight, another one crashed before it left the ground. You can’t live your life being scared of everything all the time or what-ifs but let me tell you, lots of scary thoughts definitely went through my head during my travels. Oh, namely being false-brave suicidal, “I am ready to die”-like. Because what can you do? Nothing. But then you land and you survive and life goes on. We had a lot of turbulence flying from Dallas, straight off the bat it was choppy and the sky was a gorgeous retro fade sunset and we were dipping and on our side going through bumps. The lady beside me got out her prayer beads and I was like I don’t think that’s gonna help but you’re adorable for trying. Then I filled out her customs form, which you know about already. But anyway here I am now writing this.

And part of my last meal in Texas. I lost my appetite at the country club then I was like, I am having a steak when I land and it’s going to be glorious, cozy, everything for every feeling that there is! I had the Tenderloin tamales instead.

Which by all accounts were amazing. But I still haven’t nabbed my steak hankering so there’s a 100% chance that I will be eating a steak sometime this week.

BTW me Friday. Right after I hit publish this hair will be going Little Mermaid Ariel red.

Damara came over yesterday. I didn’t want to go to Toronto. Yeah, exactly, you get your ass out here instead dammit! We had a great dinner and lazy Saturday indulgences. I peeked at the bday gift she brought me too… wow.

I practiced singing the one song I am most obsessed with right now quite a bit this weekend. I want to make people cry (in a good way) when I sing. Damara listened on and said it was good. Work bestie heard my recording of it and was also floored so, I am excited to embark on my next new thing which is being a jazz singer bahahah. I wrote that on a plantation postcard I bought from the airport (I bought a whole pack) for Damara. What are you supposed to write on postcards, no matter what it all sounds pretentious. Hi, this is the weather, I ate that, we are going there and, see you soon etc. People should write the most insane things possible on postcards. I know I do.

This is from the scrapbook I made in Maine when I lived there for three months. I am thinking more and more that my story, or my book, is far richer than even I can possibly imagine and it shouldn’t be some shoe-horn buzzwordy try-hard social media snapshot of what I think people want to hear but should actually be of what people want to hear. I’m not going to over think it (yes I am) I’m just going to do it.

I promise I will never pose like this again. Promise not guaranteed.

I love lunch time because it’s a manner in which one can express themselves and then you instagram it and for days you get to consider your decision and then everyone weighs in on it like it’s a thing and I am sorry but, everyone eats.

We need trees like these.

I was re-booked on a flight to Chicago because my Dallas connection was delayed and I would not have made the Nola one. I was paged for a half hour then given attitude by the flight attendant. It’s pretty much guaranteed that I get attitude when I travel. You learn a lot about all sorts of people when moving about.

And well, that’s that.