fuji apples--crisp, sweet and juicy
sigh. thanks to archie the orange piglet, i did not have a long nap. thanks archie. that's a lot.
fatima and i had a meating on friday. we ate at a south indian restaurant. this was my first south indian experience. i did not get a dosa. i wanted to know what a dosa was like, but at the same time fatima said a dosa is a lot to eat and not as good on the second day even though she still liked her's on the second day. what i got was lamb briyani which was rice dish and it was super good. it came with a yogurt onion raita that you eat with it. i liked it. it had cilantro in it which is good in my books. fatima got a chicken curry type thing. a girl at a neighbouring table copied her. fatima flustered our server when she asked for cream soda. "pepsi?" he asked. "cream soda." she said. "soda..." he mumbled. he asked the other guy, the guy fatima knows and likes, who came to tell us there was no cream soda. so she had pepsi after all. i had my usual mango lassi. we talked and ate and talked and talked and after a long long time they packaged up our food and we paid and left. we were going to a movie at strawberry hill but we were early so we decided to take a look at winners and chapters while we were waiting. it was hard to find a parking spot but these girls had a spot we did not want. if it was the last spot on earth we would not have wanted it. so we shopped the winners circuit. when we were approaching the store, two ladies were exiting it. a black youth opened the door for them and held it and followed them telling them all about how he likes big women and big women were beautiful and please eat as much as you want blahblahblah. when we walked into the store beeping occured. "excuse me do you have something on you that's beeping?" asked the lady who worked there. i shrugged. how should we know? we just got there. fatima said "we must because we came in and it beeped." fatima likes to lay it on the line and make it simple. get to the bottom of things. be clear and consice. that's what fatima likes. i like to shrug and give insolent looks. anyways, it was while looking at purses that i began having extreme discomfort in the uterine department causing me to moan and groan. it was when looking at shoes that fatima got panic stricken about our movie. we already had our tickets so i was all chilled out about it. this means fatima's part was panic. each of us must do our part. "you don't know." she said to me. "it's going to be a mad house in there." so i went with her to appease her. when we walked into the theatre it was as still and calm and quiet. it was like church. i looked at my friend. my friend looked at me. "it's because they're all already in there!" her panic vibes could not be quelled. we were the first ones in the theatre. once we sat down fatima started playing with her new phone. i groaned and rocked my womb. people trickled in. we were 3 or 4 rows from the back and every single person that came in sat behind us. well no--some people sat right in front of us but then moved. a family with video playing kids sat right behind us. one of them stared over the seat at fatima. one of them kept touching our heads as they walked by. "they're going to be loud." whispered fatima to me. "we'll move after the lights are out." i suggested. the big beautiful ladies actually sat near the front. but a few minutes into the movie they left. they were the smart ones. the dumb ones were fatima and i who stayed for 3 hours to watch the world's worst movie. it was called lakh pardesi hoye and it was a punjabi movie. it was my first punjabi movie but fatima says she's seen a good punjabi movie. however this one was not. it was sooooo low b! the story the acting the voice overs, everything was very bad. some parts were so lame they made us laugh (we were the only ones). like every indian movie where people are falling in love there is the falling in love song which takes place in different beautiful scenes in different outfits. this movie's love song had the girl dancing in the midst of some dirty mangy goats. not only that she picked up this almost bald baby goat that looked like and alien baby and held it's head next to hers. i could not keep in the laughter at that point. that is the point in which i lost it. anyways we had a good time afterwards talking about the hilariously bad parts on our way back to the car.
saturday was heather's birthday party. that morning elena and i blew a fuse. i was vacuuming and she was blow drying her hair. apparently you can't do that. so i went grocery shopping. i didn't have a loonie for a cart. i hate not having a cart. so by the end i had the world's fullest arm basket. i had to stop and repack it just to be able to carry it and still it was fuller than full can be. back at home i cleaned and made heather's birthday cake--lemon blueberry. i was just getting myself ready when randy arrived. just when i thought i was ready i got blueberries on my shirt and had to change. then the buzzer rang. so i did what anyone would do. i locked myself in the bathroom and made randy be the host....
ok well i'm going on a walk now and so i'm not going to finish. but it was a nice party and edith said she'll be my roommate when elicia moves out!
and randy got called to the bishopric today!
and my cake was pretty good!
fatima and i had a meating on friday. we ate at a south indian restaurant. this was my first south indian experience. i did not get a dosa. i wanted to know what a dosa was like, but at the same time fatima said a dosa is a lot to eat and not as good on the second day even though she still liked her's on the second day. what i got was lamb briyani which was rice dish and it was super good. it came with a yogurt onion raita that you eat with it. i liked it. it had cilantro in it which is good in my books. fatima got a chicken curry type thing. a girl at a neighbouring table copied her. fatima flustered our server when she asked for cream soda. "pepsi?" he asked. "cream soda." she said. "soda..." he mumbled. he asked the other guy, the guy fatima knows and likes, who came to tell us there was no cream soda. so she had pepsi after all. i had my usual mango lassi. we talked and ate and talked and talked and after a long long time they packaged up our food and we paid and left. we were going to a movie at strawberry hill but we were early so we decided to take a look at winners and chapters while we were waiting. it was hard to find a parking spot but these girls had a spot we did not want. if it was the last spot on earth we would not have wanted it. so we shopped the winners circuit. when we were approaching the store, two ladies were exiting it. a black youth opened the door for them and held it and followed them telling them all about how he likes big women and big women were beautiful and please eat as much as you want blahblahblah. when we walked into the store beeping occured. "excuse me do you have something on you that's beeping?" asked the lady who worked there. i shrugged. how should we know? we just got there. fatima said "we must because we came in and it beeped." fatima likes to lay it on the line and make it simple. get to the bottom of things. be clear and consice. that's what fatima likes. i like to shrug and give insolent looks. anyways, it was while looking at purses that i began having extreme discomfort in the uterine department causing me to moan and groan. it was when looking at shoes that fatima got panic stricken about our movie. we already had our tickets so i was all chilled out about it. this means fatima's part was panic. each of us must do our part. "you don't know." she said to me. "it's going to be a mad house in there." so i went with her to appease her. when we walked into the theatre it was as still and calm and quiet. it was like church. i looked at my friend. my friend looked at me. "it's because they're all already in there!" her panic vibes could not be quelled. we were the first ones in the theatre. once we sat down fatima started playing with her new phone. i groaned and rocked my womb. people trickled in. we were 3 or 4 rows from the back and every single person that came in sat behind us. well no--some people sat right in front of us but then moved. a family with video playing kids sat right behind us. one of them stared over the seat at fatima. one of them kept touching our heads as they walked by. "they're going to be loud." whispered fatima to me. "we'll move after the lights are out." i suggested. the big beautiful ladies actually sat near the front. but a few minutes into the movie they left. they were the smart ones. the dumb ones were fatima and i who stayed for 3 hours to watch the world's worst movie. it was called lakh pardesi hoye and it was a punjabi movie. it was my first punjabi movie but fatima says she's seen a good punjabi movie. however this one was not. it was sooooo low b! the story the acting the voice overs, everything was very bad. some parts were so lame they made us laugh (we were the only ones). like every indian movie where people are falling in love there is the falling in love song which takes place in different beautiful scenes in different outfits. this movie's love song had the girl dancing in the midst of some dirty mangy goats. not only that she picked up this almost bald baby goat that looked like and alien baby and held it's head next to hers. i could not keep in the laughter at that point. that is the point in which i lost it. anyways we had a good time afterwards talking about the hilariously bad parts on our way back to the car.
saturday was heather's birthday party. that morning elena and i blew a fuse. i was vacuuming and she was blow drying her hair. apparently you can't do that. so i went grocery shopping. i didn't have a loonie for a cart. i hate not having a cart. so by the end i had the world's fullest arm basket. i had to stop and repack it just to be able to carry it and still it was fuller than full can be. back at home i cleaned and made heather's birthday cake--lemon blueberry. i was just getting myself ready when randy arrived. just when i thought i was ready i got blueberries on my shirt and had to change. then the buzzer rang. so i did what anyone would do. i locked myself in the bathroom and made randy be the host....
ok well i'm going on a walk now and so i'm not going to finish. but it was a nice party and edith said she'll be my roommate when elicia moves out!
and randy got called to the bishopric today!
and my cake was pretty good!
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