Who's a Fat Bastard - I still prefer the Ptomaine carts with dumplings of unknown Vintage

February 26, 2015

      While the East coast was getting pounded with yet another Snowmagedden. I sat at the Timmy Ho's drinking a coffee and listening to a couple of construction guys whining about the weather. It was overcast and 12 degrees. After four days of sunshine and 17 degrees, a lot of Left Coasters start to believe it's supposed to be like this. We do after all live in an era of entitlement. Don't believe it! When March rolls in, and the freezing cold sets in and kills all the flowers that are here six weeks early.

Front deck Primrose...Doomed I tell ya, Doooooomed

Then when the water restrictions start in April because there is no snow pack. Then who'll be pointing back East and giggling?
      Or not. I could do this kind of winter for the rest of my life! British Columfornia. Has a nice ring to it. Replace the Flintsones Village with a Six Flags and start building Motels! Water slide into the salt water pool at Kits beach and have an $8 beer. Oh wait, that last part is already here. The $8 beer thing. People would flock to the Left Coast to do the Grouse Grind. With the new escalator and the Slippy Slide Return Chute, we would be a huge hit with our rotund cousins to the south. Now there's the pot calling the kettle fat!
      We get ourselves all worked up about this stuff. Mother Nature is gonna do what she does. She is going to be who she is, and sometimes she's gonna be a Bitch! That's why she is called Mother Nature, and because Mother F#@ker was already taken! I want to thank Guy and Lynn Daigle,  friends in New Brunswick, for posting the Snowmagedden pictures and somehow keeping their sense of humour. I was going to write about how bad I feel about all the snow jokes, but I have a Tee time in an hour so I better move on.
      Cranked full of Joe I sat and wrote yesterdays blog. Today was lunch day with Peter. Once a month I take Mama Lee and Peter out for lunch. Peter comes to see Mama Lee once a week and has lunch at the residence with her. She orders him the Handi-Dart door to door service. I make him take the bus. He is capable of it and he has a Bus Pass. The longer he stays independent the better off he will be. On the other hand, he missed a connection and was thirty minutes late. Just after 11:00 Bro Steve arrived. A voice in my head said "Move away from the Blog! Take your hands off the keys and go say hello to your Brother -in-law, You rude Bastard!" so I did. We talked music and listened to a UTUBE audio of George Harrison and John Lennon writing the song Something. It was pretty cool to hear the process. I left Bro Steve with a guitar in the living room and got the blog posted while he played a most excellent guitar. I was on the phone telling Mama Lee that Peter was a no show and Steve and I would take you out for lunch. That's when Peter arrived. "On our way Mama Lee" I said into the phone.
      We usually do Dim Sum when we go for Peter lunch. He likes it and so does Mama Lee.

Mama Lee Dim Summing

They just recently started Dim Sum at the Asian Kitchen Restaurant this is the third time we have had Dim Sum there. The owner/manager came up and started talking to us. He said he remembered us as he was seating us. I guess so, last time we were here Peter put two sui mai in his mouth at once! I remember it well, as a matter of fact, I can't forget it! I still see it in my dreams!

One at a time Peter, One at a time.

We ordered off the menu. It comes hot and fresh if a little sporadically.

Salt and pepper squid

I still prefer the Ptomaine carts with dumplings of unknown vintage. We ordered the lunch special bowl because it was $1.99 steamed ribs on rice. It shows up with a chicken foot on it as well. I have never eaten them. I always think about what chickens do all day. They peck and the poop and they do it all in the same place at the same time. I want to know that chicken has had a pedicure before I put that in my mouth! Today I did it. You know what, it tastes like chicken! Lol.

These foots were made for eatin, that's just what I'll do. 

The food was very good and we got out of there for $10 a head. I dropped Bro Steve off at my place to get his car then took Mama Lee home.

See Ya, Wouldn't want to be Ya!

      Peter smokes! He got in the truck and that's all I could smell. I've been around other smokers. Willy and Annie both smoke but I don't notice it much on them. Peter smelled like an ashtray. For as long as I've known him he has been going to quit after this pack. He buys Nicorete gum and spray and all the other Nicotine laced products the tobacco industry has created since so many of us have come to our senses as far as smoking goes. Between that and the lack of conversation, I was glad to get him out of the truck.
      It was 3:00 by the time I came home, just enough time to do a workout before Chef Boy R Lisa got home. I did twenty sets of my floor exercises and 200 One Stair Steps, was showered and in front of the TV before 4:00. She had texted me earlier that it would likely be a short day, maybe only, thirteen hours. Woo Hoo! The long weekend starts early! Not! One hour meal penalty and they were in Coquitlam at the Silver City Cineplex. It's right beside the Asian Kitchen and five minutes from our house. Chef Boy R Lisa is a Teamster. All the Caterers are. She drives the support  truck. It was after 6:00 when she texted me that they were just leaving. She had to drive the truck back to the studio in Vancouver before she could come home.
      When she did finally get home over seventeen hours after she left, she was bagged. We made a meal of leftovers, Chicken and Salad for me, chicken and rice for the lovely Lisa.

Half way through the second episode of Family Feud, the best game show since Hollywood Squares, I looked over and the lovely Lisa was nodding off. I turned down the volume and waited until I could see she was asleep then turned the TV to Sports Centre.  She woke up and went to bed about forty minutes later. I tucked her in and stayed up doing nothing till midnight.

That's all I've got

Till Next time

Peace out Y'all

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