How funexpected

Hey. I’m trying to think of something to blog. I am avoiding the TO DO pile of somethings to blog. I also have cellphone pics to burn through. I just finished some interview q’s (finally) and finished up a little business emailing (no, not a nap lol) so time to make like a blog and blog. This is from May 2-4. Perfect weather weekend. A really great time. The city was eating me alive to I skipped town for awhile.

I wore the dreamy mint dress.

I matched my nails to it.

I started longboaring again.

And I got a lot of sun.

This is me pulling a Peter Sellers whisper I AM DRUNK SHHHH move on Rebecca.

This was a long frickin’ day too. The High school premiere so early in the morning (Minx’s are nocturnal creatures), shopping our way to eaton centre, drinks on patio then walked all the way home to freshen up for this.

Fatigue hit me once we were on the Caddy patio and then darkness warshed over the dude and it was night night.

I’ll say it again, that outfit was the breast.

Always wash your hands, always take the opportunity to have clean hands in this germy world especially when sick which I was at the time. If you’re too tanked to wash your hands then do not touch anything. Sometimes I am known to say f-k it I am cleaner than absolutely everything in this bathroom so I’m not bothering this time. Usually Sound Academy’s and Lee’s Palace ladies rooms which are kind of trashed always. I will keep you posted on other places in the city I don’t wash my hands when I think of it. If I am killing time then I will wash my hands. WOW HUGE NEWS BROS.

I kind of look like a midget here? Where is my neck?

I may or may not have made my stomach talk to people.

I didn’t have one.

Excellent.

That’s Rebecca’s sexy NYC dress.

Okily dokily changing directions now I met up with mummsy at her gym to check it oot. She won an ambassadorship for a 1-on-1 personal trainer program at Emerge – a Lifestyle & Fitness Training facility in the heart of D/T Oakville (psst it’s where the rich people go). This is Darrin he’s my mom’s trainer (the gym’s founder) and naturally by now they are besties. He’s cray like her and mouthy. Great. I was annoyed immediately by them lol.

But it’s working. Darrin’s go her on a strict diet (the same shit I was telling her years ago but she would not listen) that she sticks to and she works out regularly with him plus walks extra on her own cray cray Tray Tray time. Go mom!

What a poetic parking ticket.

After gym we had tea.

Past success stories.

My posture is aight.

Lois has joined the training program too. I think I might do a little working out here MAYBE. I’d rather be longboarding around town actually, which I woulda been if it wasn’t friggin’ raining all weekend long.

The gym has a sweet terrace balcony. Mom, make Darrin host a cocktail party here with healthy snacks during Jazz fest or something.

He was pissed but did not blow his top.

These are my mom’s photos. I am a lay-zay ass with mine I am too overwhelmed by the amount of content I accumulate so I sit on it, look at it, poke around with it, sprinkle it around tumblr a little. It’s like my brain is clocking out, I think I have overdone this blog-thing so I’m slowly letting the air out of my tires so they don’t burst, slowing down a little. Too much life is the problem. Also the amount that we document.

Ooh mom wears Bench.

Looking good mom.

There it is behind me, above Paradiso. Which my mom pronounces, PARA-DI-SIO and I have long since stopped correcting.

Okay now, to tackle the boat pictures for my niece. Time for a doggy run and to prepare for a fun thing I am doing this afternoon! I get to wear my floral apron finally.

I better unfold it. *Girl squeal*