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WHEN SOMEONE SUGGESTS GOING TO A FRANCHISE RESTAURANT
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Me & God are like THIS (fingers crossed)
Here is a little secret. I was born & “raised” Roman Catholic. Alright. Not a big secret and really isn’t that big of a deal. But is it???
I quote raised as I am often told that my religious upbringing wasn’t a “typical” Roman Catholic household. (sorry for the excessive quotes - I’m making a point - stay with me) I have had all the sacraments except for marriage, priesthood thingy and last rites (I think that’s it) but I wasn’t forced to go to church every Sunday. I was taught to think for myself. I was often called names (often might be strong but enough to make an impression) and therefore started reading the Bible. I read the New Testament a couple of times and tried reading the Old Testament but pardon my French that shit was weird. I couldn’t finish the Old Testament.
I spoke to a priest at my church and he seemed pretty liberal. He shared a lot of my ideas and I realized that he was cool. I was told over and over and over again that he isn’t really a “true” priest. He’s making changes so that I can go. Who says that? Right, people, who although we live in a country that has religious freedom, seem to understand and KNOW everything about a religion that they didn’t even read the text book!
You can read your Coles notes or not but please. Do not criticize me! My beliefs are just that. Mine. Your beliefs are yours. I may not agree with them but leave me be and don’t make fun. I don’t make fun of you. I may pray for you though when I get home…
You may be nice, but I don’t want to go home with you.
Dear friends & fellow City of Toronto workers (and by that I mean you work in Toronto not necessarily for the City),
Each and every time I walk home, I am pushed back, squeezed off the sidewalk or just plain pushed out of the way as you need to catch a train.
I have made a decision that size doesn’t matter. Location does ;) So, I have chosen to live downtown Toronto. You have, for whatever reason, decided to move to the burbs and therefore must catch the 4:38 train as the next train home isn’t express and won’t be coming until 5:14. I look upon the faces of those that have huffed and puffed and although didn’t blow my house down, do push me off the sidewalk or slam into me even as I try to squeeze my way through you and your Train 49 friends, and I see such anger and sometimes panic as you need to get on that train!!!
You may have a child to pick up at school, day care or make it to their little league game or may just want to make it home before the sun sets. Either way, that does not mean that I do not have any right to the same sidewalk as you do. If I wanted to be a bitch I could say I pay the taxes that pay for the sidewalks but I won’t (although I reckon you could still call me a bitch but I say take a number).
Point here is I can walk fast with all the rest of you and duck and weave like the best dodgeball players out there but heaven forbid I walk against you to get to MY house.
I don’t have a train to catch or a kid to pick up but guess what. That is my choice and my life is pretty important too. Next time, give yourself more time. I don’t want to be pushed back into your train. You may not like my company and I am a bit specific on what I eat.
Oh Canada… Why do you hurt me so? Part 2.
I’m walking around the office and everyone I speak to agrees we now will have a dictator. He doesn’t seem to care about women’s rights. He also ensured that any bill that was passed in the House of Commons (elected representatives) that he didn’t like was kiboshed in the Senate (his buddies). HOW is this democracy? And we gave him a majority?
He kicked a student out of a rally because they were friends with the leader of another party? Does this sound like someone who we can rely on?
Wow. I think Norway is starting to look pretty good right now…
Oh Canada… Why do you hurt me so?
We just wrapped up our fourth election in whatever many years. We have had a minority government for all except now. We live in a democratic country and I am truly thankful for that. What I am not thankful is sharing it with people who voted the way they did. I obviously cannot speak for everyone that voted but a lot of the “vocal” people say they didn’t want another election. Really? That’s why you vote for who you did? Do you HONESTLY believe he had NOTHING to do with it? Just because he said, “they” wanted this election. Let’s look at why. Oh right. He was in contempt of Parliament FOR LYING! Do you honestly believe he didn’t rig the budget so there would be an election as at the time it was called, he would have won. He’s not a fool people. He’s not a fool.
Then he seems to think it’s because of him that our economy fared well during the last nonsense. Sorry luv. If I remember correctly you were wanting to change a lot of the rules of finances but were stopped due to the minority government.
He is a leader that will only allow a specific number of questions. He is a leader that won’t answer and will avoid the media (window to the people). He is a leader that lost Canada our seat in the UN Security Council. So, why is he so great?
Don’t get me wrong. This election was definitely one where we voted for the lesser of evils. I just don’t see how el diablo could be less than any of the rest.
Work Work Work
One of my favourite quotes from one of my favourite movies (Princess Bride) is something to do with a pirate not being able to show weakness because then it’s nothing but work, work, work. (I really do love Cary Elwes in that movie….) Anyhow, that’s the title of my blog….
The point however is how much time we spend at work, work, work! Break it down. (now I have the Robin Hood & his Merry Men from Shrek in my head) If you work 37.5 hours a week at 52 weeks that’s 1,950 a year. (this does not count commute time or vacations or staying late or working through your lunch) The year is made up of 8,760 hours of which you should be sleeping 2,920 which then leaves you with 5,840 awake. Out of that time 33.39% of that time is spent at work. (also didn’t include housework) That means you see your co-workers and your boss(es) about 1/3 of your life.
Sometimes work can be so unbelievable. So stressful. So painful. This shouldn’t be. We really should be spending 1/3 of our lives happy (or at least content). It is very important to love your job. Even if it is “just a job”.
They say mental stress can put a physical strain. This is not good. (my obvious quote) So remember kids, if you are in school, study and think of what you love and try to find a job that you can support yourself while doing something you enjoy. If you are like me, knee deep in your career, figure out how to make it a happier place to be. Whether it be discussions with your boss, letting things that are out of your control go, do it. No one said you’ll never have a day where you don’t want to enjoy a nice glass (or bottle) of wine. But you shouldn’t be so stressed that you make yourself sick.
Enjoy your day! I got to get back to work. (with a smile on my face!)
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I wonder
I am a woman. In my mid-late 30s and have pretty much decided that I do not wish to procreate. I’m very glad there are women & men out there populating the world for me. I don’t mind children. (I often am heard to say I love “my kids” = “my friends kids”) I don’t like to be around strangers’ children all the time, hearing the tantrums, cries etc. and I don’t like that because I have decided not to procreate, I am meant to feel like I am not a complete woman. Pardon? I thought this was the 2011 not 1950? I have been told by some women that I actually was not complete without a child. I beg to differ. I have also been in a conversation with what appeared to be intellectual folk and when they find out I do not have children, I am met with the “oh? *pregnant pause* There’s Jim from accounting! I must go say hello”. I’ve gotten the “you’d understand if you had children”. I have a heart. I speak English. I get it. I have also heard on numerous occassions, there really isn’t anything like the feeling of being pregnant or giving birth. (But I understand each experience for each person is different) I’m sure there is nothing else like the feeling of good belly flop (no pain comparison) but I just don’t feel like going through either thank you very much.
What happened to women’s rights movement? Isn’t it my choice as a woman? When did it become a necessity to squeeze or get cut open to bring a life into this world? Why is my worth in this world measured on if I am called “mommy”?
My point here (I hope I reached it) was I have chosen not to have children. I am still a human being. I have feelings, experiences, love, joy, pain, sorrow just like anyone else. I am a complete person. Someone who loves life.
Hmmm.. Maybe if I was a scientist I would create a pill that would simulate pregnancy and delivery but no baby would come out. Just so I can say, yeah I did it too…. Maybe not.
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Started the new year with these yummy treats made especially for me! :)
These are delicious…. I will learn to make them. I know I will…
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Seriously
So I’m reading an article about a woman who killed her two small kids that was found guilty by a jury of her peers. There was never a question as to the fact that she killed them. She admitted it. I remember first hearing about this and thinking sick sick woman. Then I read that she was in an abusive relationship with her husband who was seeking full custody. She said she was scared for her children and thought this was the only way to protect them. NEVER will what she did be okay but I sat back and thought, how awful was her life that she felt this permanent action would be best for her children? The judge apparently tore a strip off the husband and people are freaking out. Many comments seem to be people that said, it was a black eye, who knows where she got it or he said he was a good father and she’s crazy… but what made her crazy? I wasn’t at the case, don’t know the full story but it is NOT impossible for a man (or woman) to abuse someone so much, physical or emotional, that the abused no longer knows what’s right or wrong. Abuse is common and is damaging in various degrees. That is a problem. I see so much disrespect towards the opposite sex (mostly women - but I am one so I guess I see that more) and I’m a bit scared to see where that will lead us as a society.
What does it take to give people more self respect? Something where they truly believe they are worth it…
(I’ll try a lighter topic later but man I was fuming)
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what a cow
Those are probably the words heard from those on twitter, facebook and at my work. When I am in a mood… a not so nice one…. everything gets on my nerves! I really have a problem with people who spell things wrong. Once in a while it’s okay but really? Pardon me miss, I know I haven’t seen you since I graduated Grade 8 but it’s Ditto not Dido. Smarty pants you are not… I almost put that on a note on fb….
Then at work. Oy vey! My dear administrator should stay far far away from me. (see previous blog - too easy to go postal) Patience is a virtue I do not possess. I am trying to learn but sometimes the camel’s back isn’t strong enough for all that darn straw!
How did it start? I was to meet a salesperson on our floor to discuss opportunities for my clients. We were to meet a year ago. Then life got in the way. Now this entire week, I spent so much bloody time going over every single farking account and every day this week our meeting has been postponed. And then he’ll be mad at me when I call him a jackass….
Is it so difficult to actually follow through on plans? Is it? I don’t get it. Someone. Please. Explain because my fellow cyber friends and those around me don’t appreciate this puppy.
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