Salad King Toronto

This is an amazing Thai restaurant. The original site actually burned down, and people were bereft until they opened a new one.
The food's really good and the decor and seating arrangements are pure city.
Toronto takes some getting used to for me, because I'm used to a much quieter Island existence.
Either that or I'm just getting old and should in fact move to Florida instead :)

I particularly love that you can watch people walk by from the huge plate glass second story window. I love the whole electric vibe of this city and I really miss it when I'm not there!

carnival days

deep fried oreo yum

Love a fire pit

This was taken when Kristyboo and I were at James' Mom's place on Georgian Bay. What a great night. Funny. Spooky. Magic.

damn right

Seals are jerks

Look at this lil guy:

Because he's red, everyone hates him. His mom abandoned him. The other seals beat him up. He's partially blind so he can't hunt properly. If a photographer hadn't come across him and called a wildlife centre for help, he would have died, hungry and lonely.
Sure he's different. But he's a seal too. You jerks. You deserve to get eaten by Orcas.

mega-drop

This is the megadrop Sissy and I went on at the CNE. It was the best time we've had together in ages. The hour or so we were set free from the rest of the pack we had a thai massage, Shelley bodychecked another feeble type human, thought she smelled like onions, and we faced our fears and did the drop.
We screamed so hard our throats hurt. It was wild, like no roller coaster or other ride. There's a second there that your brain is in no way in control over your body. And all of your instincts are telling you that you're gonna die. Like immediately.
We got off that thing grinning so hard our faces almost split.
Times like that really bring it home to me how much I love and miss my sister.

by any other name

Me an' Shells

My sissyboo, doing a Marilyn pose, tryina act like she's all taller 'an me .

Me and Mom

We're at the airport in this one, I hadn't remembered to register my camera with customs (something you have to do for electronics before you go away, to prove that you didn't buy them on that trip, to avoid having to pay duty on them twice), so I figured that if I took a picture of us in the Bermuda Airport that would prove I had the camera before we left. It wasn't ultimately necessary, and I thought myself quite clever, until I learned that most everyone does this before they take a camera overseas. Oh well.
As you can see, I haven't quite gotten the self portrait thing down....

a transcendent event