bASS-ment

Soooo yeah, my basement neighbour is one of those bass-obsessed types.  The kind of person that can only listen to music with a subwoofer.  The kind of person who needs to FEEL his music as well as hear it.  I’m two floors above him and his music vibrates my bed… and not in a good way.

So this morning, when the bass had finally subsided at like, 430 in the a.m…. of course the ol’ pup decides that it is then that she needs to go out for a walk/pee!

So I took her out and took advantage of the cool light and took some pics:

 

 

huevos ranchnonos

Hey there Toronto breakfast joints, I have some news for you:

When someone orders Huevos Rancheros for breakfast they want to be filled to the brim with starchey, protein-filled deliciousness. 

There should be no white showing on the plate.  There should be guacamole [not avocado chunks], and there should be plenty o’ full-fat sour cream. There should be no capability to eat another meal, post-huevos.  In fact, there should be a bit of a  strain to stand, post-huevos.

 

Universal Grill:  understands the  huevos concept and has pretty much mastered it, AND has the loveliest servers ever.

Sunrise Grill & Crepe: not so much with the huevo-understanding-thing, nor the decent-service-thing.

 

Both restaurants have delicious homefries, though… just so you know.

round and round and round and round

go my feet and my legs and my running shoes

round and round and up and down and holy god, i’m sore.

 

i was a spinning virgin, but no more.

 

i effing love it.

 

verbal encouragement + cycling + loud music + sweating = my perfect workout

 

can’t wait for more.

bulbous

it’s bulb season.

This makes my body hurt, my nails dirty, my boots muddy

and my tummy get bigger, because I’m hungry ALL THE TIME.

 

nom nom nom.

eff you bulbs.  you are spectacular in the spring, but for now you are terrible.

ch ch-ch chhh, ch-ch ch-ch chhhh

you brush your teeth

when you wake up in the morning…

In regards to my post last night about lucky charms and ‘breakfast’ cereals, I think more teeth-care instructionals should tell kids to brush teeth AFTER they eat brekkie.

In case YOU forget how to brush your teeth, here’s a well-animated video to remind you.

 

 

Also, the song that I was quoting in the title:

 

They’re magically delicious!

Oh you KNOW what I’m talking about.

I can’t believe this shit passes for cereal.  For BREAKFAST cereal.  For the meal that you’re supposed to have EVERY morning before you get off to live your day!!! 

This is like cavities in a bowl… and I like it.

 

I just spent the last 10 minutes wandering aimlessly around the internet on a topic-hop that started with ‘lucky charms’ , and ended in `the banana guard` .

 

Remember the good old days when the internet was fun because you could find out anything and that was cool, rather than just a given?

 

Sigh.  I’m feeling old…. like the generation I’m a part of just stopped being the current generation.

wow.

I need to go brush my teeth and read a real-live book before bed.  

Goodnight internet, you soul-sucking time consumer.

 

Raspnanabran

Thanks, rain day.

Instead of slopping around in giant piles of triple-mix and getting sand granules in my ear, this morning I made these:

Au Baril of Pictures

I spent some time in Point Au Baril this summer and took some fun pics.

The header on my page is from the same weekend.

I tease with these:

 

For more: explore

abtastic

Screw you; toronto drivers.  Pay attention.

So, I almost got hit by a car driver on Friday.  I rang the hell out of my bell, and my headlight is blinding, but she still turned left across my lane and nearly provided a terrible t-boner for me.  Luckily I was able to swerve with her into the road she was driving onto.

I yelled ‘W H A T    T H E    F * * *!!!!????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!’  She barely put up her hand to say sorry or even acknowledge how close that was.  Then I nearly collapsed over the front of my handlebars and screamed at the top of my longs ‘ ‘AAAUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!’ 

Now, I feel like I’ve pulled a muscle just below my sternum. 

Near-death experiences are SO much more effective than ab-rollers.

 

 

sighstalgia

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