in heaven there is no heat

apologies if this post crashes your computer.

teeny weeny pepper, so chio lah! (sorry fil).

my grandpa, father’s father, a great man, greatly missed.

last nite’s feast, i love when we do thai soup and turn it into rice veggie chicken concoction, so tasty. my portion vs. fil’s. i also almost upchucked whilst watching the thing on tlc, woman without a body on her skateboard and trying to shovel this down, i had to leave the room. such a wimp. we watched indiana jones and the crystal whatever after that, i truly liked it. then we d/l the south park episode ripping on it (thanks a lot rene it put me to sleep) which wasn’t funny.

overheard at the voting station last nite, “it took me forever to find this place.” “oh not me as i’ve been here before.” (gloating) “oh, are you a quaker?” ??? shut up wasps.

fits.

v cute, kind of too much shit on my wrist though, i’m pretty minimalist when it comes to my hands, so i may have a little raymi contest give-away.

i just could not give these away yesterday, i wimped out the two, no three places i visited to do so, not my fault entirely, no chicks to be found at queen vid, in the line at loblaws the woman ahead completely blew everyone’s mood with her price checking bullshit, and then at my tanning salon the chick wasn’t sitting in the chair when i impulsively stuck my head in. she always compliments my smell. oh and i was rockin’ some harsh bad breath too, no game.

cid being a tool the other nite during family tv time.

after the dueling thanksgiving dinners it completely makes sense to go home to eat more. more on those wafer-thin crackers later.

feeling my cheese board.

i experimented with my gordon ramsay cups (i’m just going to call them cups from now on if that’s fine by you) and next time i will do it right, basically avoid tomatoes if you want it to cook faster.

unexpected quiche delight!

next time i’ll use kraft singles. we put these egg fluffs on toasted english muffins and some of our cheese boutique genoa, v tasty combo.

ok dude with big truck and big silver dangling balls, i’m pretty sure that means you are five feet tall and have a teeny peener.

returning this, it’s just not me, well it could be but fil already gave it a pile of disses and a thumb’s down.

i tried, sass.

finally these crackers, bought them in rosemary (best paired with meats) and cracked pepper (cheese). such a good buy if you are carbs-paro.

every time we go to the cheese counter i say i’d like a nice old cheddar, i can’t stop myself, fil snickers at me.

the bug splatters are a nice touch.

i swear i’m like a dog that needs to be taken out for car rides – do not take advantage of that joke set-up you louse.

i am really into this mural and we’ve had burgs here a couple years ago coming back from the cottage all crabby and hung and moody cos the weekend was over. so greasy so good, that was back during fat raymi days. can i have a cone with seven scoops please like in the painting outside?

thumb’s up you guys!

do you know the motorcycle wave? oh man too funny. there is also a subaru wrx sti wave, FUNNIER, especially when dudes wave to fil and he misses it but i catch it. you know the dude is cringing his balls off and fil feels really mean, wants to turn around and chase the guy just to wave back. fil has not taken me out on his bike all season, i guess no need to dazzle when you’ve already got your cow.

speaking of cows, moo.

stopping in small towns to wizz is always a trip, rubber neckin’ from the dudes, severe dirt looks from the chicks, it was worth the drive to acton yes it was just for that and then they get a load of fil’s car and it completes the spectacle full circle like obvs we just landed from mars. ps. we did not go to acton pps. fil says these are mom jeans. why can’t that guy just shut the hell up about my clothes? can you chicks explain him a lesson, thanks.

this is what we made last nite.

fil really wanted these, they didn’t have his size. i have fugly old man boots, so fil has to have a pair too.

pitt, these only come in kid sizes.

dad you would wear these right? (real dad not pitt dad).

now, this store was intense.

they were pret-tee serious.

um, i was wondering if you guys sold any boots?

fil’s mukluks, he’s been pretty sour since i got my fryes. fil are you sure we’re not related?

i felt pretty at home in there.

ok, that concludes another day/weekend in the life of raymi. buh-bye.