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I think somewhere in the middle of who gives a shit street down passed why bother lane? Ever since dumping cola all over my laptop yesterday afternoon my caring meter has been a little low. I am also feeling mega-stressed out this week, too much going on and then I just bail on everything cos I “can’t deal”. My ADD was bad enough yesterday and now I got a case of the sticky keys. I should not have been drinking pop out of a champagne flute like a frickin’ dink ass to begin with. When I hear about other people frying their laptops I always secretly smugly think what stupid luck everyone else has look at me sitting pretty over here with the best luck ever (knocks on wood) but yeah, my laptop magically came back to life and the depression funk I was headed for went away but not really I conjured up all hell of other things to be annoyed about/frustrated by/stressed over like the cool story that I am.

Bitches in Libville yesterday eyed my sandals like snakes, seriously, get your own damn sandals. Then they look up in to my face and I’m like yeah, I saw that, control your faces please.

Throw a smile on it like this. Everybody loves a Guy Smiley.

And a smoke show like this chick.

Upping our photo angles game we were.

Yup. She’s a mystery camera alright. I am hating my sticky keys sooooo much. Expect a lot of bitchy upcoming posts.

I could not believe Jen has the same phone as me AND is on instagram too. I have no excuse now do I? I think it would make my phone InstaFlames. But you can do it from web.

Time for freezies.

I’m kind of fit and kind of fat (pre-menses blamin’ it on!) also those are small shorts so they make my love handles, handled. I don’t care. Just pre-defensive of the teenage girl haters who read my bible blog. Within a month (each month) I go between 118-124, then down again. Anyway I am going to stop eating pizza (yeah right) and drink less (pfft). MAYBE!

JBeth said there’s been pics of me on FB where she thought they were her (before maximizing) and I was flattered by that, then temporarily missed my blond hair, then I got over it.

People are attracted to people with similar features to themselves.

I haven’t noticed a difference in attention levels since going to back to dark hair so pretty much everyone who warned me about being treated like garbage in comparison, were wrong. If you become a wallflower with mousy dark hair then that’s your own fault.

Pizza guy had to check the killer view. Ingoldsbie is the nicest dude and best host.

Evidently the secret to pizza pizza is thin crust + well done cheese. I’m a believer.

The most amazing wine, Silver Oak, M. brought back from Napa. Well lah-dee-dahh pour some on Raymeh. I’m trying to coax Silver Oak in to sending a few bottles our way now. I tried to find a bottle last night, no dice. A fifty dollar bottle of vintages that MIGHT taste like it ah no, we settled with a decent Zin and a bottle of Marlborough that I’ll drink tonight!

Tomorrow-Sunday is going to be mad busy. NXNE, parties parties parties and maintaining bounce back capabilities to blog it all. I need a party girl calendar. I’m going to bail on GhostFace maybe cos it’s Father’s Day this w/e but I’ll def be at Flaming Lips. I should probably go to Bad Religion too and I don’t know how I’m going to be at 159 Manning + Echo Beach at the same time and all the other bits in between aghhhhhhhhhhhhhh o_O can we get city golf cart transit system set up yet Mr. Ford? I bet my (personal) invitation to City Hall still stands.

Purty view.

Mystery camera oh mystery camera. Sure you think one shot in that direction is enough? You can’t see where you are zooming in, hence the mystery. There’s a lotta good and a lotta bad. It’s a fun camera though and stress-free, you take and forget and enjoy your Real Time more.

Keeping it really really real time.

I call this look Little Nana. Which is funny because she is littler than me.

Some guy tweeted if I wanted some tits for that top @ me. Another chick engaged in twitter flame war over the meaning of POSH that went ON AND ON AND ON AND ON. I was quoting an anecdote I had learned when I arrived, I don’t mind a good argue but can it wait until after we’re all out trying to enjoy our fucking selves? If I am flaming someone that I e-stalk, I do it in a better way than that which is that I don’t. When people instigate and then you react to the bullshit they started, which banks off the tweet you initially tweeted, is it fair game then? I can’t even count the number of infractions in all manners of speaking, I think a lot of people drunk tweet too and get lippier. It’s an interesting social experiment for sure.

We had enough sun.

Daffodils and Dagwood.

Oh hi there.

I made us (with the help of Williams Sonoma) peach margaritas for one last day cap. Jenny tried to say she never drinks on Sundays, FTS! Sundays are the BEST days to drink on. I could write a thesis on why!

She also was not really aware of who Betty & Veronica are. O_O She’s not a comic girl. B&V are not a comic but a supermarket cottage childhood garage sale staple right of passage.

Jen Mcneely owns this painting by yours truly of the two iconic inked starlettes (with an Ainsley bonus feature for good measure lol) as a matter of fact. Anywhoo I had said that I always admired Veronica most cos she was the rich girl, but then Archie could just not get enough of that blond. Eternal conflict of life. Tomboy wife material or princess bitch trophy. You can be both!

Then I walked all the way home in those flats and nothing started bleeding. It was a nice tanked walk home in a beautiful dress I felt like a floaty princess.

And conceitedly artistic.

Battery was dying too.

Gotta go. Colleague is giving my bike a tune-up!

Jenny from the block

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Have a good weekend? Great me too! It was focused around pleasing myself, taking it ease following a hell of the complete opposite. Confusing? Good.

Ooh nice and greasy.


Some little hater is trying to say I have lumpy legs. Cool try there. It is genetically impossible for me to have cellulite, sweet thing. There just simply ain’ts no jiggle in this wiggle, I danced around in the mirror and stabbed my thigh with my finger to get a wobbly reaction and it would not happen. Scientific experiment over.

See that clean line? Look closer then. Don’t attack me about shit you are wrong about loser in Vancouver.

Zipped on to the Gardiner across town to the Esplanade. Had to walk a few blocks through Woofstock, I was already late so it was annoying. Crowd walkers are slow, deliberate and selfish. I navigate through bodies like a pro, I almost went over on my ankle only once haha. I was typing and speed walking in wedges, sue me.

It’s true.

BAM! Jenny from the block is back in town. We have an annual piss-up. I’m her Eastie bestie. *takes bow*.

I am covering the planet that’s growing on my clav. I picked it last night, mmm hot bloody times.

Lounging on this Penthouse patio in the sun was absolutely stunning, the eye candy didn’t hurt either.

I miss my orange shades so much but I guess I can’t wear orange anymore now anyway with my brunette hair otherwise I’ll get a Halloween complex.

I’m going to start posting my pics at 500 instead of 640 width so people can have less of a hassle loading this thing, deal? It will take some getting used to so excuse the inconsistencies please.

How’s the belly tan JB? Wah woh heehee o_O.

Speaking of O_o that’s what my eyes look like. Nice!

Classic oldschool bloggy pose Jenny was infamous for haha.

Woofstock down there.

Click to enlarge. Sometimes I have mild dyslexia and read that word as ENRAGE. Then I laugh about it for a few minutes. It’s the simple things, people. Also it’s the simple people, things. Uh, what?

We played musical chairs but mostly Jen got the sweet spot on the couch. I’m a spazz so I was all over the place, naturally.

Mum she coveted my sandals. FTW.

Lots of great pics on ol mystery cam. I weedled it down as much as poss. I figure a once a year photo dump is okay.

Unintentional (bonus) pin-up swimmer pose.

And that bush looks like my bun or a dream bun.

I just fried my laptop! :( :( :( By spilt pop. Stupid stupid stupid. I just lost a chunk of this post too. PISSED.

Photolicious Butt creds go to @msjennybeth I’ma skidap I have to deal with my Acer TO HELL WITH FRIG ARGHHH.

Ooh luh la TO BE CONTINUED. This post was just not meant to be today.

Le Drop inspired by ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’

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Just beautiful and you know I love my bubbly water (or you didn’t but now you do) I really do.

I want to be a big commercial star. Especially to be in something so “French auteur cinema with Hollywood’s mainstream appeal” such as this. I believe my eyebrows and face overall were made for dramatic film. Or at least that’s how it plays out in my mind. Plus, I dig the golden spacesuit quite a bit.

It’s ME Monday Woo Woo Make it count people!

I am reliving and giving

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To match my booty tooch.

I know I’m not skinny enough to be but I look like Olive Oil here with my tits that way I think heheh. Why did I wear such a sweltering outfit yesterday?

Family portrait. Parkdale boys club meeting with team Yay Cray look how cool I think I am.

Summer ain’t no bummer.

Look I am so goth. Hi Rob. He always feeds me with compliments and big brotherly advice i just have to remember it now lol. We danced the night away, all of us. I broke out some fakedance (breakdance) moves too and impressed strangers even.

Jules got her braces off! She turns 21 this summer then is going to San Fran. She’s our baby we are very proud of her and all get weepy for our youth in her presence. She’s also smarter than us sometimes too haha.

And now we got another reason to go to SF. When you find out where I’ll be staying you will be blown through a wall mind blown.

He had lots of wigs and beard changes I liked that and the tunes were great.

The family camera is on a perma-macro setting we can’t get off or no one has the patience to.

My dancey sweaty made my makeup go cray as did the moisture in the air from the rain and I’m getting more tanned so I might have to go darker in a tone.

I was insistent on a fanfare entrance to Salvador Darling so we nicked balloons from some buskers. I didn’t go out for St. Pat’s this year as a matter of fact so I got my green props fill in these baboons yeah.

Some guy on FB was like is this a recent pic? about another one of me with the balloons I’ll get to soon and I was like yes it’s from last night, cos this could totally be from years ago, I do not look aged anymore that’s what they are all saying!

Green Fairy. This is the pic.

Jules collects horny mobs of men groupies everywhere we go and she doesn’t even care, breaks hearts all over the place bahaha love it.

Courtney and I still giving good face after all these years. I remember she said once that the women in her family have good faces. I believe you! Luckily mine does too so we can remain friends (aged 4 days apart).

Classic Lauren pose. I’ve been introducing myself as Lauren (LUHREN!!!!!!!) lately periodically I don’t know why, then it just confuses everybody. I like that name. It’s pretty.

You know what else I like? Sliders.

Jalapeno mash. I was expecting literally for jalapenos to me mashed up in a big pile. Sometimes baby’s brain turns off thare thare little one. We had to accommodate Bech’s gluten allergy so we ordered an interesting medley of foods from School (a place I wanna get tight with cos they are mega-amazing!) and cos of the rain we stayed there for a long time instead of going to the beer tents. Standing around drinking beer makes me look 7 months pregnant bloated.

Yeah buddy! Last time Courtney and I came here for our Birthday luncheon they had to kick us out for their staff meeting. They tweeted at her last night that we missed their staff meeting this week haha so cheeky.

No more braces. Mum show this to uncle Mike.

Dig the Snow White theme. Can’t wait to see both those flicks!

The Friendly Cheerleader!

It monsooned like a mother.

Love it. Sent it to my dad. Okay bye bye have a great night!

back to the dark side.

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Yeah yeah I did it buddies.

Last night was a sweaty dance partay indeed.

What how did that get in there? Before I went to bed I did a little late night photo me-time. No I did not do that lol. Not this time anyway haha.

Oh I see that I am even tanned down there. Purrfect.

The night began nice and classy-like then our table of peeps grew and grew and dumped us on to Salvador Darling a few streets over. The rain kept coming and kind of washed out the Libville beer party oh well. I had fun walking through it for three seconds at least. We made two new hot italian chick friends named Alana and Tanya. Oh and Roberto too he has one of those huge samsung phones the size of an archie comic although Archie comics went magazine sized now so not like an archie comic.

They are fun chicks and team brunette could always use more members anyway. I have never been so much more hated as I was blond you know by the way. It’s true. I may have been slightly cyber-bullied before when I was all ranty and brunette in the good ol days but I can safely say that it was nothing compared to the hatred for blond Raymi. Also, I never heard the end of people telling me to go back to brunette. Trust me, I loved blond Raymbo and I always will but part of me wonders if my life would have been different in a good way if I never went blond, know what I’m saying? Like a lot of bad meany mean things and hurty feelings from haters might not have made people react so crazily aggressive toward me if I had mousy non-threatening brown hair.

See, I am just a regular unassuming guy now.

Of course it rained and poured on hair dye day.

55+ people “liked” my Back to black photo when I came home last night I was like 0_O WOAAAAAAH I must stay up even later now and stare at pictures of myself great.

Ew so distorted. For some reason I can’t send myself pics from my own phone like how I have been doing for centuries (reason #356 to get an iphone) so I can’t show you more mind-blowing snaps. If I can’t use this POS phone for photographing my life then there is seriously no point to it cos lawdy knows I don’t actually use it as a phone. No matter, I gotta zombie walk to the coffeeshop now anyway shhhh no loud noises thank yew. Alright I’ll share lesbo Joan Jett with you that I stole from twitpic only because I slightly like you.

BRB FTS Friday. (F this S Friday).

Suck has been upgraded to suck

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We made it to thirsty Thursday people!

A girl on #BBUK yesterday was wearing this exact same get-up as me! Same shirt same glasses samesies sames.

I am really feeling you on this oil and spices thing.

And cheap bellinis and free apps during happy hour. Deadly. I thought a guy was walking a cat after this sindustry evening well spent, reminded me of a fav bar joke of mine: What is the difference between a dog and a fox? Oh, about four or five drinks. Lulzipan.

Raspberry, peach, mango, peach, raspberry. Great way to start the week.

I can’t help but pose stupidly upstairs when I see the Lennon portrait peace signing back at me. It makes me “get over myself”.

Goodbye this car.

Goodbye this hair, I bought deep brown dye that I’ll get busy with after a run with snoop doggy dog once I finish this snoop bloggy blog.

When I was seventeen I happened upon this exquisite way to pose in photos, looking down and taken from a little bit above.

Maybe I won’t dye my hair yet. We’ll see.

This is me as a crabby person.

Dry rub smoked wings. I don’t think I have to tell you that they were fabulous.

Smoked martini with a scotch wash (scotchy scotch scotch) I don’t like the taste of scotch so I don’t know why I said yes to that little extra, but it did give it a bit more of a kick and thus I didn’t down it as fast a reg dirty (or smoked) martini. I’m part-Kerouac I like ta drink.

Glorious sun.

Nice to meat you. Meat injection time!

Look at that!

This just gave me ten trillion times more motivation for my run now.

Then we went to auntie Rebecca’s for Stella’s first time. Her head and eyeballs were going all around like wild cos she was having a blast and smelling and smiling everywhere. Rebecca‘s cat was a big pussy about it though.

Told ya they cast a shadow.

I think I liked it better before but now we have a legitimate breast brothers bonding thing now so, thumbs up. This piece is on wood you can check it out at her show in July at Cardinal Rule (date TBD).

Curry pad thai.

Gorge sky and then the clouds turned pink can ya give it a break I’m trying to watch tv.

Carretilla Initiative TORONTO

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Hey there dudes got a question for ya, does this look like an oven to you?

Well to some cray Austrian artist genius guy it does. Can you tell what it is? If you follow along I will show you. Too bad Bech didn’t come she’s Austrian too.

Tat sent me deets on a foodiexclusive rehearsal/media preview of the TORONTO CARRETILLA INITIATIVE (huh?) some fancy arty thing that’s part of Luminato Festival. I thought it sounded like a unique concept (housing it at Brickworks was a good tip-off), something fun to try, and at the very least a reason to wear my floral apron plus free grub and entertainment. You’ll get a chance to check it out in the Distillery and some other places from the 9th of June to the 17.

There, that was easy! Hmm LA Weekly you don’t say. So basically they clamp a bunch of shopping carts together with cutting boards and mini propane tanks and stoves in a U-assembly-line formation and then get a-cooking. It goes set-up, prep, eat, dismantle then skidaddle. That’s pretty cool, novel, and I love a group participation pitch-in activity. It makes cooking way easier. You too can also sign up to get in line and help out, stick a kid in there why don’t you they are the best little helpers and you don’t have to lift a finger plus cutting garlic stresses me out.

Colleague said there was media royalty there yeah duh obviously. We saw Mr. Mintz but then he was gone before I could chat him up. You might recall this piece on me in the Star he wrote. Great headline, dad we should have it plaqued ha ha.

That was a great meal and we all got tanked, kind of, sort of. Right Rob? I have to re-html that blog post’s photos before I can link to it. My To Do list just bulged at the buckle. Oh intern! Corey wouldn’t allow my cellphone technology to make his food look fugly so I drew funny MS Paint drawings instead to kind of get around that, what an a-hole right? (what me or him lol).

Delicious and scary!

Anyway…

This apron is massive but you can cinch it up teeny weeny. I wore it to Barque Smokehouse afterward because I was not done eating. It’s a total decorative apron I will probably lose my mind if I actually get food on it, which I did, a pocket full of brisket ah gaaad.

Two dishes were up on offer. One sweet and the other savoury, you guessed it. Here I am inspecting the sweet one. Any guesses?

It’s gnocci! With icing sugar on it whaaaaaaat? Plus poppy seeds! Oh get out of town. It was the softest most oowy-gooey disintegrate-on-your-tongue gnocci I’ve ever had, so fresh, like just invented fresh. The sugar was an interesting blend with the poppy seeds, although I definitely pitch for the savoury team I will never turn down food. It’s rude and that’s not the right attitude. I get really offended by picky eaters, sometimes even allergies. How dare your gluten sensitivities hurt that poor baguette’s feelings! There, there, little baguette. I will eat you. Munch munch, all better now as I scowl hard at you haha kidding. (I don’t kid).

Gotta love food artists. Love messing with them cos they take it so seriously, only once my belly is full though, beforehand it’s all manners for days then once your little grilled cheese sandwich (Ruby Watch co. wink wink) is in my hands and in my mouth, gloves are off.

I will beet you senseless! I will beet you at anything I beet! This was the savoury one, the garlic smell was palpable throughout and flavour too and at the bottom of the beet pile was more of that baby soft gnocci mm mmm there goes a skinny day out the window. Good thing I did lots of sit-ups and tricep extensions the night prior. And I went on a psycho run before colleague picked me up.

Verdict: Beets were born to stain white cotton. BORN TA! So I better get this in my mouth quick. Also I was fungry.

And that’s what it looks like all put together.

So friggin’ cool.

I tried to mask my runner’s hair, did I succeed? Sometimes you can do a sloppy braid and adorn yourself in lots of glitz and colour and they might not notice.

Alexa and I discuss my hair. I self-deprecated (as usual), caught myself and said JUST TAKE THE COMPLIMENT and we all agreed. Thank you for helping me better myself Alexa! Lets do lunch sometime.

I really like this picture of us too.

I made him take my picture doing this cos I gave myself a hand washing complex when in fact I do it all the time and the last time I went to Lee’s or Sound Academy was ages ago I probably wash my hands 40 times a day. Ok maybe half that.

Ahhhhhhhh sweet clean endorphins release relief.

They were ahead of schedule so some of the assembly line action was missed and baby didn’t have to get messy but I still wanted the photo opp, always get the photos kids.

But then faking to making it quickly turned in to actually making it oh great. Whenever I am hamming it up I always get busted but then I strike a pose like what they are seeing is supposed to be happening and raymi voodoo hypnotizes them in to my trap.

He’s got me in his sights, I have poppy seed butter in mine.

I wanted to at least “do something” so I grated parm on his gnocci. I even screwed that up. Only just a little

My aim and projectory was slightly off, I don’t think I grated any on to the ground I could barely get a good grate on. Well no, I think I did three good ones in succession. Hi, I’m dumbing it down, have we met? I’m pretty sure I said, “I can’t think of everything!” Lol. I’m always practising my peewee herman tv show dialogue. GOOD MORNING MR. T CEREAL!

I offered to help dismantle then kicked myself because I did not actually want to do it but then I dug the hole deeper in bragging about handy girl skills like Sayed (#lost) building houses for a not for profit charity collective and now I am pissed all over for Rebecca ruining the end of lost for me, I haven’t seen the final two episodes. COOL THANKS DUDE!

I think wearing an apron to food feature gigs could be part of my “thing” also I have the matching platter to this so you could stick me in some bizarre a la eyes wide shut secret society party. If you like that kinda thing I recommend seeing Sleeping Beauty btw. No not that one, this one.

You might recognize that chick from Sucker Punch (another wicked flick). Anyway…

The man himself! Rainer Prohaska.

Cool guy, Can tell he’s deep and thoughtful. We didn’t speak too much (I kind of just babbled) but I felt the aura, the, chocolate, sound of music austrian spirit emanating from him. Ooh I want to go hang out on a mountain in a nice little cottage now I will have to schedule some serious daydreaming Tumblr time in the very near future.

I’m still hungry lets go somewhere, but where?

Will they make fun of me if I wear my apron? Does it look like I care? Mom those are the black pants you gave me they made me look like a server. That was my intention for some reason. A little PR girl here, housewifey there, what-e-ver.

FTS!

Our last joyride in colleague’s car. He sold it and was late collecting me cos he almost got a speeding ticket. That is so colleague worst luck ever with tickets. Gave me more time to work on my hairstyle.

Here is a list of the upcoming menu schedule for the Carretilla Inish in TO. Bake em away toys!

Schedule: TORONTO CARRETILLA INITIATIVE

June 9

12:00 PM, Distillery Historic District

“Austrian Potato Soup”

3:30 PM, Distillery Historic District

“Italian Potato Soup”

6:30 PM, Distillery Historic District

“French Potato Soup”

June 10

12:00 PM, Distillery Historic District

“Simple Potatoes with Salt and Butter”

3:30 PM, Distillery Historic District

“Potato Cheese”

6:30 PM, Distillery Historic District

“Tyroler Gröstl”

June 11

12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square

“French Potato Soup”

June 12

12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square

“Tyroler Gröstl”

5:30 PM, Berczy Park

“Tyroler Gröstl”

June 13

12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square

“Tortilla”

5:30 PM, Fort York

“Tortilla”

June 14

12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square

“Gnocchi”

June 15

12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square

“Gnocchi Leftover”

3:30 PM, Loblaws at Maple Leaf Gardens, 60 Carlton

“Potato Cheese”

June 16

12:00 PM, Evergreen Brick Works

“Austrian Potato Soup”

June 17

12:00 PM, David Pecaut Square

“Austrian Potato Soup”

Raymbo out.

How funexpected

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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*