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How We Livin’

19 Mar

Well gosh darn. Here we are a month out from the last post. I have a pretty good excuse – I spent a week of that month partaking in dubious Mardis Gras related activities in New Orleans, including getting dangerously close to getting my feet run over by large slow moving vehicles (some of us never learnwhile begging for ‘throws,’ accepting rides from a strangers of questionable sobriety, roaming the streets of the french quarter in the early morning with a granny cart full of beer, and watching marathons of True Detective alone at 4am.

bitch you don't know my life

bitch you don’t know my life

Ellen’s excuse is something lame like school or whateverrr.

Oh ya, we’ve also been really busy wearing animal onesies. It takes a lot of time and commitment to harness the energy invoked when donning this fine piece of attire. We’ll get back to you when our arduous work in this regard is done. Til then… work yo back!

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carellyn-je

14 Feb

So Carellyn has no sisters by birth… we got bros. Bro.

But for all intensive purposes we are blessed to have FOUR sisters! They ie. the 4 Jinjes are all real sisters so we just slip into that pack discreetly. They don’t have anyone born in ’85 anyway so I guess we can’t be completely ruled out as the real deal… though the asian/white/black differentials do speak strongly in protest. IN ANY CASE! From here on out the sisterhood shall be referred to as Carellynje.

jinjes

jinjes everywhere i go

One of Carellynje is getting married tomorrow! Tomorrow!!!! So today the gang went for some minor pampering in the form of manicures.

Ellen and I did some gluten-free baking last night so we could bring some goodies to the session. We baked Apple Muffins using Rice Flour and gluten-free brownies from a recipe on the internet that never actually set even though we cooked them for a good 15 minutes over time. The moral of the story is that nothing that makes your body function properly is easy to make or tastes good.

After the pamper sesh we set out to find elements of our wedding outfits, because it was only the day before. On the way we saw these two shops which really affirmed that our quest was true.

c squared elle hardware

c squared and elle hard on the grind

I was in need of a dress and basically everything and Ellen was in need of shoes. Window shopping on Queen St. was fairly unsuccessful until we fought our intense hunger which was borderline hanger and trekked on to French Connection, an establishment which neither of us have ventured toward since high school. Which is an embarrassingly long time ago. Speaking further to the importance of this quest, I found the following item…

neigh neigh (look closely)

neigh neigh (look closely)

LOOK CLOSELY. and welcome to the year, of the horse, bitch.

prints of dreams

prints of dreams

I have been waiting for this year for a while now and my impatience has been clearly manifest (Ellen’s too). Destiny is upon us!

Wine Winter

24 Jan

We’re going to slow it on down this winter. Polar Vortexes and Ice Storms are no time for excessive drinking!

So we’ve settled on a plan.  Wine only this winter, and stay away from the bars.

But as the season goes on some of us become creative with our interpretations. Which begs the question,

Is it within the rules to drink a magnum to the face?

maaaaag-nuuuuum

maaaaag-nuuuuum

There are many more questions magnum consumption-related behaviour calls to the fore, to which answers may remain ever elusive.  How do *I* keep ending up in the hospital when other people can’t even keep their shoes on their feet while they’re walking? Is there anything *actually* inappropriate about drinking in public? Is it okay to swear at crying babies if they’re messing up your buzz?  

Whuteverrr …

The Wackest Equine

17 Jan

In honor of my freshly booked upcoming trip to New Orleans for Mardis Gras I wanted to once again discuss the horses of the New Orleans PD.

Once I posted about the trillest equine – the one who casually dips into strip joints while on duty.

Well there are also some haters among those ranks.  This police officer is also displaying extremely wack behaviour.  Trying to hit unsuspecting innocent tourists?  NOT TRILL.

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haters everywhere I go

What is it with horses man? Maybe they saw me engaging in some pretty wack behaviour of my own?

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also un-trill behaviour

***For the record my days of jumping into cop cars were LONG ago and are very far behind me.  I’m like a responsible professional now who fears and respects the law.  ***

So off to New Orleans I go, hopefully for more spirited encounters with my zany equine acquaintances!  Stay tuned …

Broken Leg Memoirs, Ctd.

3 Jan

Hi everyone (ie. Ellen)

Where have we been you may wonder.  Or since probably it’s just Ellen, where have *I* been?  Or maybe no one wonders at all.  whateverrr.  I’ve been recovering from my broken leg.  By recovering, I mean drinking heavily and eating a lot.  HAPPY HOLIDAYS!?

I think I had a breakthrough with my leg yesterday when I allowed my physiotherapist to do acupuncture which sort of freaks me out and I don’t love needles but it was very chill.  And suddenly today, I have best range of motion yet by FAR, and can balance on my right leg on a Bosu ball for the first time. Also during that session I did circuit, bike, thera bands, deep tissue massage, those electrode things (which I was going to call ECT but that had a weird ring then I googled it and yeah, duh), heat, and ultrasound.  So they’re like throwing everything but the kitchen sink.  which is awesome!  Something’s working!

where i've been - walking around in ice storms

where i’ve been – walking around in ice storms

I’m not sure where I’m going with any of this.  Ellen will you draw me some pics and maybe this will all make sense?

Well I guess I should say that it’s been 3.5 weeks since I got the cast off from a broken right fibula, and I was limping a lot up til today.  I had a really bad ‘pinch’ in the front of my ankle – meaning I couldn’t bend my toes up because it was all tight in my ankle.  That might not seem long enough to be complaining about but I was in the cast for 6 weeks and I am *not* into sitting around on my ass all day, and it’s the middle of hockey season now, so there is a great deal of urgency.

Recovery for a broken leg seems to vary wildly across the board.  Like freakin Steven Stamkos was like WALKING like WITHOUT A CAST 2 weeks after he broke his tibia.  WTF?  (I hate that I love you bro – Sochi 2014!)

steven showing us what he can do with balls

sexy steven showing us what he can do with balls

And then other bloggers out there say it’s been a year or more and they’re still not back to normal.  I was told I ‘could’ play sports (ie. my bone would allow, not necessarily the rest of my body – muscles, ligaments etc) 6 weeks after the cast came off.  So I’m feeling pretty determined to make that happen and I’m actually ahead of schedule as I’ve just been cleared to play shinny.

I think it may have been the acupuncture.  But then based on the internet the jury is VERY much still out on that front.  There’s been strong evidence that it does nothing, actually nothing, compared to a placebo. Buuuuut, what if I believe in the Hindu Chakras and have a wacky thought that maybe acupuncture functions within those systems?   Because if that were the case then I suppose no matter what was done physically to my leg, as long as I had that personal wacky thought that it was tapping into that energy flow, would have worked because of my belief in chakras & meditation and not the needles themselves?  So maybe in that study they really should have asked everyone how they feel about Hindu energy beliefs. Uhhh sorry.. Now I really don’t know where I’m going with this.  Right.  Healing the leg.

yo guy your root chakra's hurtinggg

yo guy your root chakra’s hurtinggg

But the acupuncture was the only thing I did differently.  I also think excessive holiday boozing really was detrimental.  If it’s about reducing inflammation, well we all know what alcohol DOESN’T do (reduce inflammation, in case you actually didn’t know).  So these past few days booze-free have felt amazing.

So I’ll keep it going with the limited booze and the acupuncture and see how it goes.  Here’s to intact bones, Steven Stamkos, and a healthier 2014!!

Memoirs of a Broken Leg

9 Dec
all gold everything

all gold everything

I’m getting my cast off TOMORROW!!!! Here are some reflections on my trials and tribulations.

The Story: I broke my leg on October 25 during a hockey game.  Spiral Fracture of the Fibula.  Although I very clearly heard/felt a snap and can say with certainty that no leg should bend the way mine bent I was also in denial about the situation and almost didn’t go to the hospital.  It was also a Friday night and living in an urban centre I reallllly didn’t want to go to an ER for fear that it would be full of drunk shitshows.  I was correct in having that fear.  Hammered Bros were in abundance.

After 4 frustrating hours (I frequently reminded myself that at least I don’t have to pay for this, even though I do have benefits but if I didn’t ….) I was pretty unkind to the ER Doctor who told me it was broken, and in my pain & exhaustion-induced delirium sort of considered launching a formal complaint against her.  I think that maybe shooting the messenger is in some cases actually very satisfying?  Obviously there was no follow up around that.

What I’m looking forward to:

  • Not wearing leggings every single day… omg. Pantssssssssss! I never knew the prospect of PANTS could be so exciting
  • Wearing shoes on both feet because I am disproportionately damaging all my left boots hopping around in this hateful slush and salt
  • No longer struggling with the daily angst that comes with feeling that my toe sock is totes hobo looking
  • Not having to put a bag on my leg in the shower and also no longer feeling like every shower is a real risk of slipping and seriously compromising what cranial integrity still exists in this highly abused noggin
  • Not having to explain to everyone I see/meet how I broke my leg and then having them tell me “at least it’s a cool story!” …it’s not.
  • Being able to drink obscene amounts of coffee once again without fear of judgment (I have severely decreased my intake because I have to ask people to get it for me and at a point it gets embarrassing, like that I need to drink coffee beyond the XL I get each morning [which is on top of the one I drink at home before I leave which no one even knows about], especially at work where everyone else drinks tea and actually, seriously, some people drink chamomile all day…)
  • Oh uh this goes without saying and there’s no punchline but FUCKING WALKING
  • Also, playing sports and riding my bike! ughhhhhh fantasies

In conclusion having a broken leg is balls and I can’t wait to get this lumbering hunk of crap off my leg.  I’ve been a bit anxious and distracted all day just thinking about it.  I’m going to post a song, which I’m not sure has anything to do with my leg except that I find it immensely calming and cool to listen to when taking painkillers – it’s like drifting off into a whole other realm of bliss,

This tune of mind-bending beauty will send me off into a deep and healing sleep soon and then it’s just hours til the cast gets sawed off.  WATCH YO-SELF RIGHT FOOT SHOES, HERE I COME!

Double Trouble

11 Nov

Maybe about two years ago Carellyn (ie. cq& Elle) & Jinje became obsessed (mostly just cq) with finding THE BEST Trini Double in the city.  What is a double you ask?  Ohhhh, just scrumptiously stewed curried chickpeas punctuated by tamarind and hot sauce, sandwiched between two fried naan-like turmeric spiced breads.  Also they are generally less than $2, so they are cheap enough for my broke ass, and also easy to consider a snack and eat between meals … 😉

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extra tamarind pleeease [via newyorkseriouseats]

One evening ‘Team Doubles‘ (ie. the 3 aforementioned individuals) decided we would venture into Parkdale to check out the last downtown double spot we’d yet to hit, Ali’s Roti Shop.  Our intention was to have this for dinner.  One thing led to another and before we knew it, it was close to 10:30pm and to say Team Doubles was working a strong whiskey buzz would be an understatement. This was a problem, as Ali’s closes at 10:30pm.  Being the type of person who once I get something in my mind I get like a bit hell-bent on accomplishing or attaining that thing at all costs, I called Ali’s to check if they were actually closing at 10:30, and to my delight, I discovered they were staying open a bit later.

NOT to be confused with Ali Baba's, punks

NOT to be confused with Ali Baba’s, punks

But with Ali’s being a good 20-30 minute bike ride from my place of residence this meant that I had to get a little hardcore on Team Doubles, and force them to follow me on a drunken cycling tear through the streets of Toronto.  It’s important to note that neither of my two comprades are confident urban cyclists at the most sober of times, and that I am the only one who even owns a bike.  Luckily I have extras!

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                                                         trini doubles express!

Our Trini Doubles Express ride to Ali’s was ALMOST successful.  We made it to within blocks of our destination without incident.  And then… Ellen decided her shoe was cumbersome.  And decided that the obvious solution was to kick it off, onto the sidewalk.  It took her about 50metres to realize that this was not a logical end.  She started yelling at me to stop, which I did, and looked back.  First I realized Jinje was nowhere in sight.  Second I realized Ellen is missing a shoe and is trying to stop.  Then because she was back then a pretty incompetent cyclist (sorry – you’re way better now!!), Ellen started to topple over a bit. Naturally this makes me laugh, and so I started to fall over myself.

Bike Safety... for future reference

Bike Safety… for future reference

Two hipsters ride by us and yell at us to RIDE SAFE!!! I can’t disagree.  The pack of hobos in the parking lot across the street seemed to find the situation more amusing than the hipsters.  One of them yelled something mostly incoherent but we could make out the word ‘CINDERELLAAAAA’ which I have to concede is a pretty hilarious thing to shout at that moment, especially if you’re a hobo.

struggles

struggles

In my fit of laughter at watching Ellen fall that caused me to fall as well (I wish I could say that’s the only time that ever happened…), I cut my leg and keep a scar to remind me of that shining moment.  I wonder if the hipsters and hobos hold that memory so dear. Ultimately, Ellen and I got back on our bikes, Jinje rolled up a few minutes later, and we continued along to arrive at our destination juuuust in time to scoop up the last few doubles and enjoyed them on the stoop.  And of course the doubles we SO worth it. In case anyone cares I’d say these are the second best doubles in the downtown area, behind the incomparable doubles of Carribean Roti Palace.  Roti – now that is an entirely different conversation.  Anyone up for a bike ride?

mission accomplished

mission accomplished

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