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Hello hello, happy Monday. Hot ‘nough for ya? I apologize in advance for every thing that I am going to say based on sleep deprivation. It was torture trying to get proper sleep last night, so humid. We are still w/o A/C by choice but as each passing heatwaved day goes by it seems to be like, not, a good? choice.

We have been rocking a few fans and it was working great blowing all the hot air all around haha no but we closed the window last night and the bedroom turned into a sauna so I was up early on the couch where turns out I am too tall for so can’t really sleep properly there.

However, we are blessed there are far more suffering out there this is entitlement-complaining, gross, just sharing why I feel behind today.

One particular by-product bonus of weekday life is, in the wee morning hours on Paramount there is a Bar Rescue marathon and I am wholly-inspired by John Taffer’s stripping down, peg after peg, of business owner’s royal establishment fuck-ups en masse. He watches them on secret-camera from the oarking lot in a van then he goes THAT’S ITTT when he’s had enough and storms inna the place guns-a-blazing. It’s the best tv best bestie best and it’s a vehicle insight into America, State after another like everything you could imagine about the place plays out through seedy custies, beer-guzzling shot-takin’ bartenders (look I am a feminist so don’t even try me about this) okay I am sure they are fine people they just ratchet as hell and are drunken-stupor unprofessional trainwrecks wasting their boss’ money away and then you come to find out that these bar owner idiots are like $300,000 to over a million dollars in debt meanwhile their employee wastecases are living the life of Riley at their IN DEBT expense, right before their casting a blind-eye to it all noses. You get to see it all including sloppy bitches asses getting handed to them courtesy of John Taffer bless his heart. My friends and I discuss this show and scream when we watch it, I actually howl and laughter-scream. The other side of the coin is that John Taffer is a compassionate man too and the show has that feel-goodism aspect to it and you will cry because these people become so grateful and then “they learn” and hug and yadda-yadda.

Anyway, I find it comforting to see the trainwreck part of it as it’s just so extreme. It’s sad and grotesque seeing people in financial ruin played out on tv. I think we all find it all to be comforting (while disgusting) like how many things we get to bear witness to online every day the 24/7 news hour cycle rotation truly never stops. There is one atrocity after another, another Karen story after another like can you women just stop? Why so unhinged right now?

These types have always existed but thanks to the beautiful digital era that we live in THEY SEEM TO BE EVERYWHERE NOW. So I am thinking, why are they like this? Not all women implode like this surely, but this about to erupt at any moment breed is so truly heinous right now, and rampant. Is it the heat?? Why do none of them learn to just mind their own fucking business and leave innocent POC alone? I, like John Taffer, am a hot head and if ever saw a Karen going-off oh you balieeeeeeeeve me I ain’t havin’ none of that.

I cannot stand bullies. I always defended kids in school when I saw the cool kid getting too confident and picking on the little guys you see, I got a big mouth and I know how to wield it. I think everyone should be like that you always need to be ready and willing to get in someone’s corner if they’re at a disadvantage, when people say flex your privilege no fuck that it’s called being compassionate. Being human. But yes that is a weapon too.

And everybody is pissed off right now. We have all “had enough” of the police, Trump, being lied to and fucked over, Covid, pandemic blues, fear of the future, the state of the economy and its future-effects I am not saying enjoy the ride but if you’re going through Hell just keep going a la Winston Churchill.

Know your blessings and stop being a Karen. Get it together.

Well, moving on now and I regret saying none of that.

The sunset blaring through this part in the clouds was epic. Saw a gen z’er taking a pic and it made me happy bout that.

twas a hot day we went to see friends in st catharines I wanted to flex some fashion instead of my regular uniform although everything I wear makes me hot so I prefer a string bikini tiny tank look I think I was meant to be a nudist I don’t get how people can wear clothes and not want to die every second for me it is bothersome and I don’t mean sexy kind of nude just like oh my god I can’t stand this the clothes have got to go kind. Then you just sit around sweating like hippie commune styles, well we may as well tend the garden hey?

Oh Georgie <3.

I can’t with this one. Too adorable.

Haven’t done a patio in however long it’s a marvel and a money saver but this was a nice treat.

So delicious. Inhaled. That’s a banh mi pork sandwich, excellent. Will order 3 to share next time. The pad thai was great too.

Bye Georgie, smooshy lil muppet I miss you already. We had a great time oh and turns out you are not impervious to sangria hangovers, all that sugar, ouch. Alas was a fine time so no harm no foul.

But alas again have run out of steam and have other things to do this was great will be back again tomorrow with more, ok doke bye for now xo raymi.

Raymi in the Sky with Diamonds

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Ready for cloud watching geekery? I only say that because I don’t want to offend the old people by saying cloud porn oops too late. People will literally get mad about everything anything if you let them.

and now there is a Raymbo. Remind me to take a picture of my Raymbo Brite custom heels and the back story is bananananananas too.

Some wild sky gazing things going on up there lately, storms, crazy winds blowing it all around, gorgeous sunsets seeing them from high up or in various other settings we so happen to adventure upon.

One girl on twitter saw a mushroom, while another…

saw a frog. Cuuuuuute.

Ships don’t lie.

Ghostbusters sky. I make that reference a lot.

Thank you Kathy. If you can believe it, Minx sent me a check years ago to get Minxed and blog about it that is how I met Kathy and we bonded, girl did we ever. She found some of these in her kit and mailed them to me. I was like how do I even do this without you? She sent me the video of Diane Keaton doing her own Minx manicure during quarantine faaaaaaaaabulous woman. So I put a few on yesterday, I need a better file and shall share once I refine this art. Also, raymi the minx + minx nails, are you kidding me how could they resist?

Sentimental model airplane field so much sky activity but no model plane geeks to be seen this windy-ass day. We wandered over to the dog park and got psyched about a future bike ride up here for picnic and walkabout boy, dog people sure are weirdos! This guy said you can’t come in without a dog (being a real jokester there) and we realised he was screwing with us and he got a big kick out of his comedy. I could spy an Irish Wolfhound from the model plane airport those things are so big but yeah, dog people man. Far out.

Dork tables. I accidentally said it once and now it’s what we call them. Can’t wait til we show up and people actually be flying planes here. A guy was taking a break in his city garbage truck though it’s a nice spot to hide but like aren’t you on the clock bro? We didn’t snitch just on my blog here in secret haha.

We spent an evening here when it was cold during the beginnings of the pandemic so that is why I am precious about it but also it’s an excellent spot no. yes. The security showed up by the end of our date (back in March), we realised there are cameras everywhere so they saw everythiiiiing. A guy simply rolled up, politely stayed in his car as we got our shit together and out of there. It’s something we still laugh about. So like, they saw us playing frisbee and football, eat a roast chicken off the back of bf’s car, have a loud car speaker-phonecall with my mom, other stuff etc.

Sorry I lost steam. Ta-ta for now. T G I F.

bloviate, blog & breathe

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Hi guys I’m back! What day is it, ohhhh it’s Monday. Cool cool ‘nother day in paradise coupled by heatwave which is supposedly breaking into a lightning thunderstorm later on to level out dat goddamn heat.

Oh my god ADD be strong let’s get through this, brain you can do it. Had to literally tell my bf don’t talk to me like I am here but I am not haha. Everyone in my family has ADD it has been a life-long possibility for me that I have largely ignored but I see it in all of us and it’s the British way not to scandalize or address but yeah, there it is.

I guess it’s obvious and present in every blog post that I write because you literally have no idea where this is gonna go nor do I and that’s fine I just take a deep breath and dive in. It’s a Kerouac thing not to humble-brag but I am related to that guy and you can kinda tell how mad I am and if you knew who he was I guess you can make a correlation. I have been in a love affair with writing since I was a kid and why did I stop, so many reasons.

You know what is also hard about blogging? Aside from the fact that I’m taking myself off of other channels to be here? (Oh the struggle) but again I digress.. the choosing of pictures is what throws me because I over-obsess and my style-choice of how I am showcasing things here, I know nothing else? It’s hard to teach an old dog new tricks, ew I said it. NO not ew, because I am proud of this I distinctly recall being 19 years old during the (first) height of my blog fame something I should actually speak about what that was like, I’ll put a pin in it for now but holla holla that’s a goodie.

I always have these negative mean things in my head when I am writing here it’s every mean thing I have heard people say about me and boy there are doozies, that is another roadblock BUT f that shit because haters gonna hate you, just don’t let them trip you up.

I tend to hold on to it for a bit before I erupt and let them know how wrong they are. How they have mistreated me but I know that people fight the battle when the war is already won so it be what it be and that is why they lash out. It typically has more to do with them, not you, but still they try to mess with your life and can succeed. I do not ever forgive it. I stand in my power and my worth and how dare you. I just have experienced a lot of meddling lately it has been exhausting and hurtful. I am still wicked pissed about it and the anger is nowhere close to cleared yet.

Every piece of negativity that you put out there 100% will come back to you. Cruelty too. If you feel low, then stop the grudge you are holding on to. The hate. Let it go because all you are doing is hurting people but mostly in the end it is you you’re hurting most and nobody needs that dysfunction anymore. Some people are trying to be happy and live harmonious lives without conflict there is enough going on in the world for plenty to eat and they’ve had enough. Demonizing people and painting a bad picture of them to suit your own needs is no one’s gain. Cruel intentions are quite unbecoming. Thank you for the flowers but where is the apology. See: worst birthday of my life.

However, speaking of ADD previously… I’m currently helping my man with a golf ball FB Marketplace post and flexing my skills and for some reason mobile wouldn’t work to upload the listing but now we’ve got it sorted from my desktop I am happy I can help and make use of my copywriting technical skills. I am grateful to be blogging here and now too booboos… anyway he’s setting up his dream stereo system right now too which deserves its own post.

When people embrace their passions, like me blogging for instance, then you help one another and bring each other up – that is how it is supposed to be. You can’t rise up if you’re squashing yourselves or being squashed. I have always been a read-between-the-lines sort of blogger and anger is distracting so this is my therapy doing this. I need to get it out to move on and when I have been disrespected so rudely why should I not get my turn to speak my mind.

Now, actually moving on but if the person who all that was meant for read it, good. I am willing and waiting to have an open dialogue with you at your leisure but if not, cool then. I just find alienating people only continues the abusive, toxic situation. I have heard everything you said about me. I’m not being afraid to write here anymore because of people’s judgments. Period.

Speaking of that too, do you know that the woman who has cyber-stalked, harassed, bullied, and terrorized me for 15 years is actually finally behind bars??? See. People been messing with me all over for a long time and now I can speak out about it.

It’s a massive story but again I had to just “ignore it” forever but I always kept my eye on her and BOOM she has priors. When you are a blogger on the web, influencer, you will attract crazy people. My friends who are also in my scene have all gone through it, being trolled and harassed in so many horrible ways!!! I never breathed attention into it here too much in order to minimize it although over the years I am sure you have seen me go off about it when it boiled over too much for me to handle and all you guys could do is watch, no one could properly help me. I have had a sick woman emulate me, torment, attack me on-and-on for 15 years, drag me through the coals and gaslight me. If you saw her channels you would be sickened.

I am so thankful that she is in jail now on $50,000 bail no one put the 10% ($5000) up to get her ass out of there she is that heinous and all it took was someone else for her to harass and threaten holy smokes. I am still triggered and sensitive about it so will discuss at a later date kk it is still on-going.

Day-to-day life is pretty chill, we is happy. :) I have rolled my ankle twice though playing sports with bf so now we don’t do that it really needs to heal, lesson learned. Walking, hiking, biking is what I can handle maybe the odd toss of lacrosse but football and frisbee is too dangerous because the competitive athlete comes out and results in my ankle literally folding and it’s traumatic plus sets us back. My ankle crumpled a second time because the first time thought it was better but not really healed yet and I was running backward to catch a spiral and hit a divot in the grass – boom. Dunzo. My right ankle ballooned up like a ball. I have teeny ankles and well I gotta pay more attention. I have pain flashbacks still it’s quite scary but I did it to myself so I am not looking for sympathy only just gabbin’ with you.

And so we went on this walk in this cute little part of a trail when I was still newly afflicted we went light and easy but we had a great time and were considerate and cute to each other blah blah wildflowers everywhere… I have been feeling guilty about being happy lately, feeling nervous about it I am protective of it very much so. How terrible is that? Like, it’s “not fair?” I am not talking BLM well maybe a bit but mostly from all that other shit I made mention of before like when you say you’re happy people take it away from you or try to they really do which is sickening and mentally ill of them if you ask me.

Pride comes before a fall but I am not prideful I am grateful and know the difference between a low and a high and always find a silver lining in times like many people should cultivate the fine skill of self-preservation, stop, smell your roses.

This made me laugh and reminded me of a time we had to park in a field in Holland like an over-flow lot and the grass was so thick and tall but all the cars there are tiny ridiculous Euro things and you drive in to like an everglades-effect and you slam your door shut on all these tall grasses.

Went for a me-time spin on my bike this day I have a lot of memories of this pier and the waterfront in Burlington in general and consider it a happy place. I’m a people watcher so it always brings the goods. I scratched a lottery ticket made a couple calls which resulted in ME being the watched one lol then rode home to bf’s dinner made for us. Happy day.

Airing out things that bother you with having a platform to do it on I gotta admit feels freeing in a way unlike any other, sometimes scary the “power” but if people have made you feel so small, insignificant, and inferior for a long time why be afraid to call them out why should they get away with it?

Chickens come home to roost.

Another milestone is getting into shape again and feeling more confidence in myself, my body, my spirit, my all and there isn’t anything wrong with that I am still very much annoyed at the nasty things I have heard. I do not trash other women. It’s gross to me when I hear others bash me, like, you should know better. If you want to feel validated in your shittiness then yes, you have done damage. To us both.

Onwards and upwards, have a great week y’all.

Never be afraid to be happy, that is the take-away.

hike up your life

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What’s up beauties, are ya ready to vibe out to some relaxing blog? kk sames.

You seem stressed have a glass of relaaaaaax.

Keeping it slow and low out here in burbia like I like it. We cranked’er up a notch in Toronto for an afternoon a night and an afternoon so I could break out my summer wardrobe… my duds I packed away in a box and stored up above in my apartment layout for a season and it is nice to be reunited with my fashions. I have enough out here but wearing the same outfit-style all the time more or less when you’re a peacock and your bf’s stuff is all around you, you get cagey and you cannot adequately express yourself style-wise.

Actually we are both a bit’a fashionistas but tend to ‘err on the side of “garbage” normcore a lot when we’re alone lol so hot.

He has this pair of khakis that when I ask him to hold my phone it falls through a hole in the side-pocket and hits the ground. They’re actually my favourite. We embrace the skid life. Literally doing any and every thing we can to entertain and amuse ourselves.

Toronto gave me anxiety to be honest all of Thursday up until the afternoon then I was fine. I did apartment viewings for a unit in the building both days for my friends, whom are also my landlords. More on the viewings later and I had anxiety because my neighbourhood there is off the chains: summertime and living there is C R A Z Y. The Window News never disappoints let’s be honest but anyway I have a crop of friends who live on Front and we always light it up at Sugar Beach when it’s summer, so that we did. Tashina picked us up in her convertible and we blasted on down. Bf noticed the crew already there and party was a-go.

There aren’t any bathrooms down by that beach though so you have to get creative and it is disgusting the only two areas everyone uses for a toilet. This Covid life is so degrading in many ways but I’m outdoorsy with ample outdoor whizzing experience… I even got my mom on board – ladies, just always BYOTP and you’ll be good.

I just think it’s hard existing in the city or any urban setting during the summer you truly feel trapped in a concrete jungle I feel for the people I do. I am the people but I always have a base I can flee to in the burbs or made sure of it well yeah being the only one of my particular tribe to also ride the rails in the city but as for now I am “over it”.

Time seems to have flown by since April. I spent the worst birthday of my life alone thanks to covid and some meddling of others suffice to say, but yes it’s June now and that’s all behind us but I remember everything, every detail, because a lot of living has been packed into that time since before now.

It’s been domestic bliss more or less shaking the cobwebs out and adjusting to new dwellings which has been fun coupled by anxiety. The thing is, everyone is going through some form of shit right now. We have seen behind the curtain of errrryone’s bullshit and there is no hiding. Deaths, closings of businesses, BLM having a well-deserved huge moment which I will also be addressing – this was supposed to be a fluff post as in, a breather-log so as to not say all the things I really would rather air, got me? Y’always do.

Nature is religion to me right now and I feel as though I have waded through enough hoops of hell to get to this place where I am at. It’s hard for people to be happy for themselves or for others but also to just enjoy what you’ve got your ample privilege like it’s hard to just be happy with your day? Really? You are so fortunate maybe you have a bit of money in your pocket it’s summer now finally yeah the world is sincerely going to shit at the moment but look at the bright side if there is one. Be grateful. Gratitude isn’t that hard it’s just you’ve become hardened. It’s hard to appreciate what’s right up in front of your own nose and why nobody knows but, just live your truth as best you can and look around you. You have more than you know.

People are at their happiest when they are doing what they are meant to be doing. Like right now I’m happy because I am doing this and my bf is happy because he is scrubbing a bunch of golf balls. You do what works for right now, you putter and you come together, you may fight but you just keep doing you and if you’re lucky you become symbiotic and there’s a flow.

I am re-reading my favourite book right now Rule of the Bone I may have spoken of it before here but I am sure there’s newbies who I do not expect to dig back although I am always delightedly surprised when readers are like oh yeah I remember that. Or dream about me.

Anyway, Rule of the Bone is by Russell Banks and there is a lot of Rastafarianism wisdom in it I found it in my library in highschool and was instantly shook. I also read the Darling by the same author and I recco both to you but yeah to re-acquaint myself with this literature I see my true self again and the girl I was when I first found it and how the world has changed since, it has aged well but it accurately encapsulates an era of grunge and also includes a motorcycle gang and triggering sexual misconducts too, yikes.

The best parts of it however is when the protagonist goes to Jamaica and before that when he’s living on a school bus in an abandoned field and meets his Rasta buddy I say no more except you really get to nail down your Patois when you are reading this shit and your skiddy dialect altogether and as a writer, personally, I need to read it’s like breathing in and out – to write you need to read you need your salt and you need your pepper too.

I feel like I have been consuming way too much and have read the entire internet I need to come back to creating content again but mostly for me (not for you no offense), but yeah of course part of me is interested in seeing where this goes and who cares who knows I mean if you’re gonna do it just do it and shut up right haha.

People would say I punch you in the face with my writing and then punch you again with a picture okay maybe I just said that about myself and am paraphrasing like if they even say anything about me at all I also am always just practicing comedy here too and if you’re not in on the joke or get it you can go into a hate-reading mode it is nothing new to me like why does she do this or that? Maybe just appreciate that I do it at all and stop questioning it because I have asked nothing of you.

A rock pile near our friend’s place no can’t divulge the co-ordinates my mom has adorned my nana’s garden with the rocks she finds but has since let-up a little on taking them because they are for all to enjoy. One of the silver linings of this pandemic is the creativity you get to experience via others finally geeking-out and flexing those parts of themselves right??? yes.

Aw my heart.

Wow, great uhh, address. Lol.

Can you believe I waited this long until posting a selfie? I am “making a point”.

I love this donut so much thank you for injecting some kitsch in to Burlington thanks a bunch for really reals.

Pretty sweet have a bud who lives so close to us with a backyard set-up like so.

My chalk art was trying to do tropical sunsetting I googled it was aiight but a bit hot messy in the end we all drew a bunch of stuff love this bike path very much so.

haha our car’s reflection.

I got yelled at over the bullhorn we still make fun of it just let it roll off yer back everything is comedy pretty much right now.

This was a surprise location hike there’s lots to explore out here.

Alrighty, my fingers are tired and it’s a heatwave it’s time to do the thing, live the life — this has been great. To be continued I will be back with more.

As always,

your pal Raymi

oh and ps. if you need a lot of golf balls for a good price, get in touch lol.

Eastview Homes, Raymi style.

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So like everyone knows I’ve been hanging out in Burlington these days cooking, hiking, and riding out isolation with someone special and overall my life is pretty good considering there’s a global pandemic messing with society. Long story short I am busy living it up like a retired Renaissance woman and literally haven’t opened my laptop in months… but now that I have I’m thinking why not more blogging?

I put the word out looking for cool gigs but there isn’t much happening these days. Everyone is online. My laptop is closed but my phone is glued to my hand. I’m kind of glad to not be in Toronto during all this but I’m there in spirit – I support the #BLM insurgency in all forms.

Last week a friend called and asked me to help him do a video for an Oakville Burlington home renovation contractor which I was happy to accept but didn’t know what to expect.

I said sure I’ll give ya a link let’s do this!

This is Keith and he specializes in renovating split side homes. He seems like an all-star handy man and with my expertise of directing and coaching him on camera, we worked our way through the script and got’er done. I passed on my tips from years in the field.

Talking on-camera while delivering lines and trying to look flawless, sound flawless, is a lot harder then you’d think. The night before we were watching some show where the host is simply talking while walking, using his hands a lot too and it was seamless enough but I remarked on how hard I knew that was to do. For me personally, I am at my best when I’m unscripted but many times you ramble on too long and it can come off sloppy.

Remember the Brady Bunch? Well, they had a split level home, two bedrooms over the garage. Except the house they used in the establishing shot didn’t have a garage. If you add up all the interiors, I’m told there isn’t enough actual house for the whole Brady family — I love these geeky facts. That island kitchen and the couch room, the big living room they never used and the father’s den – that’s the whole first floor. You’re telling me eight people slept upstairs? What about Alice? She could have been in the basement or maybe she lived off site lmao. Anyway, in reality they needed a renovation and home remodelling and probably more bathrooms.

Those are the types of buildings that Eastview Homes renovate best so they say; each box is like an uncut gem and they find the best light and add windows and work around that. That’s their big secret by the way.

Day started at ten am which was civilized. They had watermelon slices and apple-fritter pastries but I declined. At first my job was to help run lines and then I was to hold reflector dish but then we had too much daylight and I had to hold a sunshade. Then we kind of evolved beyond all that and just made Keith stand in the best light. Then my job became light hunter.

Also I was blown away to notice the house next door to one of the sites I had spent a week painting with my mom’s painting business the summer before, as in last summer and THAT mes amis is a tale for another time… the day we wrapped the gig the owner got us loaded I’m talking two cases of wine pool party and ants in the pizza I was uber’d back to Toronto because they made me miss the train and I had a date I wanted to see which in hindsight I should have just stayed LOL.

The kitchen builders’ name is Remi and that’s his son. First thing the cameraman did was kill their music and then he complained about their taste in music. This caused Remi to talk excitedly about Pink Floyd which he declared was his favourite. That stopped the conversation. Dark side of the moooooon forever bruh.

The sound on the camera was a concern and we worried Keith wouldn’t be loud enough. Then too loud. The mic picked up everyone talking in the background, lawnmowers and helicopters. It was a nice day and everyone was home and outside enjoying the morning. Kids on bikes came by with their grandpa wearing a mask. They left. Our shoot was too boring for them.

All in all it was an enjoyable, hilarious, and knowledgeable time. I like being outside, wearing pink hats, bickering with my colleague and helping businesses out. We did two locations then it was over and so this is the blog. Done and dusted.

Now, here’s the video. Great job Keith!

TTYL Everyone, your pal Raymi.

Raymi and vChef

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Baking, but make it fashion. No. But make it Raymi.

Hey there all, welcome back to another long-awaited blog post.

Weeks ago, I dressed like that and went to vChef Paper Baking Molds to pick up supplies for a little baking project I had cooked up. I just needed another RTM fungasm in the pan. I guess I just wanted to get baked with Sam (vChef owner). No more puns, I swear.

I’m holding the brown Tulip baking cup here which essentially is the go-to fancy cupcake paper mold you’ve seen around town once gourmet cupcakes came into trend. I like them because people’s fingers don’t get all over your cupcake, organic, cute, and they don’t mess up your baking tin.

They have plenty other decadent products to choose from as well fyi but today we’re just focusing on the cups and loaf molds which I like a hella lot ‘cos the pattern reminds me of LV.

If you’re a baker it makes for a great gift, no? Take your lemon loaf to go bro, I got u. On a budget? No problem, muffins for all!

So on the weekend we got to it. Also, my bf’s bday was afoot so this took care of that, pa-pow.

How hard could it be? Based on the fact I haven’t baked a thing since I was 19… I cook yeah, but baking is a whole other thing. The directions on the boxes are idiot-proof. I only forgot a whole cup of water once though which was as funny as it was perplexing when the mixer was trying to make the dry-ass powder all stick together based on 2 eggs only. Always read the instructions. I am a hyper-hypo with zero patience so, you can imagine what that is like.

Thankfully I had a sous-chef which isn’t called that in baking-world, an apprentice? Okay we get it. He was like did you forget the water? (once we got to the lemon poppy seed loaf) yes I did oops here lol.

So, did you know how sticky cake batter is? I did not. What a mess. This is where my patience first blew a gasket.

Here we go…

I did an edibles weed scientist cooking course on the weekend prior (9am-7pm!!) as it so happens so armed with that (now I am certified, I passed my exam!) knowledge, we wanted to make a few green cupcakes to see how that would go. I got a couple to-go oils for cooking infusions thanks to Cannabis Cooking Club, 7Acres, and Supreme holla at yer girl any time. My mom said the cupcakes were strong. Yeah right lol.

They weren’t rounded like muffins or cupcakes should look because we opened the stove a million times to check on them. Amateurs. No worries, the icing hides all of that ugly!

The lemon loaves turned out normal, success! Also added a couple scoops of some healthy powder stuff I have no idea but “it’s expensive” lol.

While the cupcakes cooled we went for a hike in the minus 12 weather cos we crazy like that.

The sun came out eventually made it less chilly but still those winds, my face got windburn. I wore snowpants and my huge jacket. I have no idea how I ever handled winter before in all the dumb little jackets I’d wear, never again unless I am going to a night club or whatever.

This was a decently-long hike we even walked all the way to smokey hollow falls. I made a joke about anyone bringing a flashlight and, in the end we didn’t make our way back til after the sun set ol Raymbo was right.

Aw.

So many layers, two pairs of pants… guess how fun it was once the seal was broken and we were stopping and peeing all the time if you’ve never had your bare ass out in the cold winter air wind ya don’t know cold yet then baye.

I’ve a fonder appreciation of snow now. You remember the crazier winters of your childhood and playing in the snow definitely brings out the childlike qualities still instilled in ya. I’m Canadian ’twas bound to happen one time or other haha.

There she be, Smokey Hollow waterfall. As we came upon it we noticed one lady on the other side of the fence, hitting a tree with branches and throwing crap into the falls but not at all on the safe side of the barrier you know what I’m saying plus she was acting strange so I knew I had to say something. I said it in neutral kindergarden teacher voice, um you’re not suppose to be on that side? like in an “I feel” statement style… she quickly turned around and said I CAN BE HERE. Oooooookay fine I did my part if you fall and die or jump, I at least tried. You’re complicit if you SEE something and don’t say something. She did a Ninja jump back over the railing and left WTF.

It was getting dark so we made our way back.

This is like one of those American Gothic portraits.

It’s decoratin’ time!

They turned out very sweet btw. I was impressed. We used cream cheese for the base of the icing with icing sugar and food colouring. Bf’s mom rules!

<3.

As you can see the lemon loaves weren’t made yet we didn’t want to lose daylight waiting for them to bake so we did that when we got back.

Cupcakes keep for a long time if stored properly. I’m sure there’s a couple left still. I don’t have a sweet tooth, so.

I love orange and pink together.

Can you guess what was used to make those flower petals?

Well there you have it if I can do it then you can do it.

’til next time!

Blogging in 2020 vision

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First of all, Happy New Year guys. 2020 holy shit eh! I mean, I had some resolutions but I already broke them so, there’s always 2021 to try again and I won’t be beating myself up about it or losing any (some) sleep either so let’s just move on right now. Yesterday I sent myself all the photos for this post which knocked the wind right out of me (it is SO boring) so I shifted this post to write for today instead. However, the problem with that is I am a different person today than the one yesterday who had all these thoughtful and sentimental feelings about said images. We will see what happens next, hopefully some brilliance and laughs not entirely at my expense.

(ps the plugin at the top is being fixed so ignore the Instagram block up to the left my bad!)

Went to Niagara Falls last Sunday, or, on Sunday. Hit a few wine tastings en route there (trius, peller, this place vintners?) which was hella fun. bf had tickets we had 16 glasses so like 2 flights at each place. We have packed a lot of activity in the past few weeks so bare with me here.

Please have a bathroom in the future for your wino custies. It was bad enough it was pissing rain #onstorm that we drove through to get there making the adventure seem all the more insane. Looking at wine merch when you’re blasted is super fun/ny too. I buckled at two pink glasses that say “Bubbly” in gold on them like I totally would.

Speaking of, Blow Up’s 25th Jubilee was so fun. Saw many people from the past maaaaaan, so good. The top floor was caving in and kind of thrilling being up there and also below on the first floor, it was bumping I was “concerned” lol.

This was a tame snippet feat. some of my select moves. Did you know if you go in my archives (please don’t) you can find stories about mod club from when I was 19, and blow up was the sister to that night in Toronto.

Groovy times.

What movie does this make you think of? If you said The Irishman you are correct. Even the door is red. Scorsese on that foreshadowing a bloody killing tip son don’t think I didn’t notice I studied that mother-frigging movie and got in no less than 5 facebook fights as the world was watching it on netflix with their wrong opinions to boot. Ya I said it.

5 Stars for cuteness.

Foodie pic blindside swish! This is what I ate after all that wine I was hangry af and I was worried about getting in the pool after all that food but no worries there as the pool was too disgusting anyway, we just sat there and watched the awful view while digesting before heading up to run a bubble bawth. It was a covert opps mish smuggling our two pieces of buffet pizza which we had for breakfast ahahaha.

I incorporated my bathing suit into my outfit because, Raymi but also because this sucks me in I was doing a lot of wine and eating and thinkers gotta think yo. This is after Wine Stop 1 at the same location. It rained all day and night.

Christmas evening sorry I feel obligated to jam up this post with the requisite amount of raymi pictures I don’t even like this one!

New Year’s day, this was not enough and the amount of chicken and cheese were dismal not to be a complainer. We were, you guessed it, hungry. It’s butter chicken poutine fyi. One 2020 resolution is to eat out less and cook more. Seeing other friends on FB do the same too which is hilarious and inspiring to me because I know some of these cats are majorly addicted to going out so I am just waiting for the next restaurant picture to pop up and putting money on it secretly in my head and when it happens I will screenshot and send this part of my blog post fahaha #petty.

I asked him if he would still love me if I looked like this. He said, “it would be hard.”

The best thing about Niagara Falls is the nostalgia. It reminds me of the 80’s and being there in the 80’s and the crazy confused memories a kid conjures from that wild carny tourist traphole like the worst thing about NF is all the people amiright.

Jumping back to Christmas now. Enjoyed the fishnets and my flashy red polish, Mr. Rogers doc on in the bg. Think of someone more pure than Mr. Rogers, I’ll wait.

Oh hi Nana!

We died at this omfgggg too perfect. It is still funny.

Started doing these timer kiss portraits cos why the hell not. Maybe someday down the line will reveal the ridiculous way in which we got togeths. I am hesitant to TMI, I mean, I’ll totally TMI some things but not others. Will just have to continue watching haha.

While we are two peas in a pod in the classic sense, only one of us is a Leafs fan so the chirp-game is strong. I think he secretly likes them, deep, very, very, very deep down, somewhere. There is appreciation.

Thank you for the 1 tiny bottle of shampoo, super generous of ya but seriously the VIP parking was great and the later check-out too. bf’s golf umbrella went inside out as we were walking the falls at night in the rain didn’t matter really anyway because it was misty from all directions the umbrella was pointless. Then I lost $50 at the casino but it was my decision, Gamblor got a hold of me I needed to stare at skids, drink a beer, and throw money in the garbage. Should have cashed out at $70 but then you keep thinking you may build and build but you don’t you just crash. I love Roulette. I was watching Molly’s Game last night and she says poker is a game of skill, roulette is chance. So it means there’s a chance!!! lmfao.

Marie recommended this beauty app which is obvi not from Canada but I love it so shut up.

Yes it’s a beauty filter but it looks mostest like me I think. I am blessed with plump lips but they ain’t this plump so I have considered Kylie Jennering my lips thanks to seeing how much hotter I could look.

Yeah it’s a bit much lol. My Raybans are MIA, I put them aside on NYE and haven’t seen them since. boohoo. Update: FOUND. In a secret pocket chamber of the many pockets in my new coat.

We did a Christmas city circuit starting from my hood and it was a secret surprise to have a drink in the art deco lobby bar at Royal York which was slammed with fancies so we peaced after snooping around. It smelled like gingerbread from the actual gingerbread house they built in there.

Anyone else experiencing post-Christmas blues? This might be the Christmas blog in to February there’s still a lot of stuff to cover here.

A favoured place to pee when passing through neighbourhoods.

It was a magical Christmas, alright.

This is another great new place near me.

Went to Casa Loma on New Year’s Day, walk through Wychood and to the tunnel of glam on St. Clair. Will post that another time.

I’ve been to a wedding here, a medieval faire, and a Film fest party – all humongously epic experiences each in their own right.

Horses lived here.

Swoon.

Smiling Buddha on NYE we rocked the coat check. Fucking awesome. We were like whats up for new years, one of us needs to plan and chart out the coming week and one of us is like let me breathe we will figure it out anyway making $ versus spending money was a why not plus a duh, let’s do it I was in the throes of tweeting the job posting for them and thought fuck it why don’t we do this?

And it was a grand time. If things aren’t fun then you won’t find me there that’s my life motto.

Getting these aligned was a process but team work makes the dream work.

When you are a walking instagram what do you expect. The best was he was so oblivious to me but everyone else was zeroing in so I had to deke them out then go for the kill, piss off lcbo’ers mind ya business.

Lovely drives thru country snow, very good balance to my city life. Sometimes the concrete jungle is legit so claustrophobic don’t get me wrong I have loved every neighbourhood (save for one) that I’ve lived in in the city – if we made a map/tshirt out of it, it would be so very populated like people who thumbtack world maps for all their trips and travels mine is like that except Toronto neighbourhoods (plus LA Maine Brooklyn UK Holland Aruba Miami Vancouver blabbity blah…), like many people too I am sure. In short, if you sublet and you hate it, you just leave it. Boom.

We re-watched both The Hangover movies because it makes us laugh our brains out. The little things yeah.

See the falls over yonder.

We combed the Fallsview casino mall because it was cold af there outside by the falls and maybe I was cranky, I have seen this before are shitty things you say haha actually I was about to have meltdown number 1 okay hear me out, we were walking uphill in a wind tunnel and I said okay this isn’t fun anymore right before he could say anything my hat blew away right off my head up in the air in a big arc and backwards down the hill behind me into a group of people getting off a bus I had to haul ass down to get it before it got another gust of wind beneath it and a little kid jumped to it just before I did, nice kid, everyone had heard the bang of the brim of my hat hitting the sidewalk so I heard a cluster of Spanish tourists gasp it is funny as hell in hindsight but he knew I was about to full blown lose it so he grabbed me by the hand and dragged me up the hill in a sweet way but yeah, I was losing it.

We had our own lookout observation area it was very relaxing plus 80’s tunes were playing it’s always mesmerizing staring at the falls.

Girrrrrrrrrrrrl.

Okay I’s gots to bounce it’s been a slice have things to do so bon weekend see you soon happy 2020 xoxo your pal Raymi.

sometimes mistakes are the best part

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Went to the Sultan’s tent on Friday…more like the INSULTAN’s TENT! LMAO

I say no more! if you wanna hear my stories ya gotta pay for ‘em because I am fleshing out a set and I’m going for it. I think you have to say yes to as many insane things as possible before you die, it just makes sense to. I don’t remember (I never do) who I was talking to but I essentially was justifying my cut loose attitude and how I am a different person now than I use to be AHH I remember it was Brosz7 saw him the other night. Funny people are always funny, we laughed as we jadedly shot the shit of our current affairs.

Some people are not happy with their lives. I know, shocking. Some people are complacent, some people always worry, others plot. Everyone has anxiety. But I find the moments in between are the best, most crucial part. It’s super hard to enjoy your life or be the happiness is a choice-set because like in correcting one’s posture, you always forget. I mean, I don’t. I walk around like a happy go lucky Jimminy Cricket sometimes, the days I am lucky to be cognizant of JOY to just go with the flow man.

It was rush hour when I got back to the city yesterday and I found myself walking against the herd of commuters and, you know, I felt SO RELAXED TO NOT BE THEM. They were all miserable, grumpy-faced, and I was casually speed-walking at this point with my knowing bloodhound maneuvers left across Front and up University etc and so on and people were aghast I wasn’t a lemming like them going toward their train. Any time you’re going the opposite direction upstream glaring at your former-you it’s surreal. I honour it. Fuck my mind is so quick I don’t ever miss a stupid thing.

It floors me when it floors them that I stop to capture the sun setting everyone is so busy rushing around they never stop and but then they DO stop because they see this blonde freak woman doing this. I remember I was taking a photo of the most breath taking sunset once and people walking into an outlet mall were all ??? and I said TURN AROUND!!!! They did and were transfixed. SEE! I said. Sometimes you have to shake people the fuck awake which is why I pull no punches in just speaking my mind right there in the moment sometimes those were the best conversations.

Anyway this was a boss walk home it was mild, more mild than had anticipated so the warmth was soothing and as we know this child hates her winters so get it in ya when you can and smoke em if you got em cos it’s goin down (fav track right now my neighbours hate me).

going back to my stand-up material I feel like I start a lot of topics then go on to the next, it’s bad I know.

I mention it because I want to be a finisher. Omg wouldn’t that be an awesome sister to the Punisher. Just think about it I’m going to leave that with you.

Fuck are we done looking at buildings yet I know I am… the weekend I went to Burlington for Thanksgiving was the first time I saw trees changing fall colour I felt SO sorry for myself for being a Torontonian in that moment like all the trees changed colour without me. The majority of my life is spent being sad about the most inconsequential shit I know this you don’t have to tell me LIKE I see this too you know!!!

I went to the shark club this night to watch the game. I say no more. Hahah.

I believe if I knew when I was a little girl that all I’d ever want was to be outdoors in nature I’d probably be married sooner/already but let’s not go there rn. This is one of my most favourite places to hike: Smokey Hollow falls don’t copy me but you must go and make sure you don’t have bad knees kay.

Dear Diary it has been 3 hours since my last mirror selfie I cannot cope, the people do not know what I look like right now please give me the strength to locate my next washroom I don’t care how shitty it looks in there, they have a right to know.

Ya guy Nan’s boudoir what up b this was before Swiss Chalet. Next year we will go to a nicer place so my Nana won’t complain I said you have to stay alive for that though okay?

I am slowly getting slimmer I am afraid to mention it lest I yoyo back again haha but just letting you know because I think the selfies increase however, I know I take just as many when I’m thiccer so idk what to tell ya I don’t care just look at me and be quiet. I am so sick of being online bullied about every single thing it doesn’t matter anymore I made it to twenty fucking years assholes Nov 28th will be my 20th year blogging. WHAT!!

So you can just kiss my ass. skskskskks sorry for the ego problem. Dialing it back now.

Do you want to hear about my Sunday? Okay it was the best day and knew all along was going to be gorgeous weather it didn’t disappoint.

Give me LOTR or give me death.

Trust me I loaded up my phone and fucked up my instagram stories like I did on Nuit Blanche just so much Faaaaaaaaaaaall.

There was some kind of major accident we had to park on another street and walk down I really love my disaster p0rn but we didn’t make it in time cos we was tailgatin’.

This was a massive slow burn said he had a beer for me with a mirror on it then gives me this yeah thanks bud who are you my brother? I think that passes for romantic if you’re a country boy.

I had a big weekend I slept through my alarm so as I was getting ready to head out to the burbs I had the opportunity of being sweaty frantic and anxious the entire time you know the feeling FUCK then I came down with something Monday, complete useless write off and felt right as rain Tuesday because I drank a quart of orange juice and just sweated it all out is this TMI I can’t tell anymore and I also don’t care.

I love how so many Toronto little front yards are over-growing insanity Toronto people are busy enough have they enough shit on their plate and just cannot deal with the green thumbery. I have lived in a variety of places in the city the majority of which had the zaniest backyard garden set-ups going on talk about English gardens yeesh which is run wild to shit.

A new spot in our hood goody good.

The money shot.

Will prob result in being the front cover for some theatre’s playbill I hope.

I’ll be in the area later today and shall report back if there is a new billboard here yet. Feel free to tell me first though.

oh ya this night I say no more haha.

Neeeeeeeeeat.

You’re pretty.

Blogging this is inspiring me to get up off my ass and do my errands sooner it’s sunny out! (update: now it’s not).

Nana’s roses. When I took jazz I would always get a bouqet of roses from her garden after my recital awwwww.

I wanted to razzle dazzle ‘em at swiss chalet so….

mmm ya

Now that was a friggin choppy water day wow.

Literally all the patience I had uploading pics yesterday for this post enjoy your day now, enjoy your life xoxo!