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I’ve seen this a couple times, and now it’s my turn… since I’m bored as hell, time for another random list of randomness….

The things I have done are in BOLD.

1. Started my own blog 
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower (so amazing)
6. Given more than I can afford to charity 
7. Been to Disneyworld
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis 
10. Sung a solo (in the shower?)
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched lightening at sea
14. Taught myself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown my own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France 
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitchhiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill (many)
24. Built a snow fort (once we built a snow fort shaped like an igloo with a secret door in the back, so that when we threw snowballs at cars, we had a secret hiding spot to slide into like some sort of super hero.  Ahh, those were the days).
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run (Weeee! I miss doing that)
32. Been on a cruise (not a real cruise, I’m not really into that.  But I’ve been on quite a few booze cruises).
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person (born and raised on the Canadian side).
34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors 
35. Seen an Amish community 
36. Taught myself a new language (pfft… here is my explanation about that).
37. Have enough money to be truly satisfied (I’ve pretty much accepted that it will ever happen).
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke (and trust me, it ain’t pretty).
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant (no, but I’ve given a homeless person enough to buy a meal, assuming that’s what he actually did with the money).
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had my portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris 
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling (Breathing through an air tank freaks me out. Way out).
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud 
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie 
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching 
63. Got flowers for no reason (wow, now I’m depressed).
64. Donated blood
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy (awww, my precious piggy – I still have him).
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar (I’ve tried it… not my cup of tea).
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job (I’ve only been fired once, from a 3rd party collections agency, while I was in training, for being ‘too nice’)
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone (one ankle, two feet)
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book (for work)
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car (haha that will be the day)
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had my picture in the newspaper (When I was 10, I designed the transit mascot for Niagara Falls.  He still makes parade appearances to this day).
85. Read the entire Bible (and yet I went to Catholic schools, how ironic).
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating 
88. Had chickenpox

89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury (I’ve always wanted to do this.   I’m still waiting….)
91. Met someone famous (Michael Douglas and Katherine Zeta-Jones briefly in Barbados, and author Austin Clarke… I got to chill in his amazing pad of billions of books.  So. Awesome.)
92. Joined a book club (I love books, but not clubs about them).
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Rode an elephant

50% – not bad, not bad at all.  Well, now that I’ve only wasted 10 minutes, on to yet another e-book…

Countdown status:

1.5 days left of my job…. 18 days left of my winter and away to Barbados I go. Weeeeee!

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And so the countdown continues…  today is the last Tuesday of my transit commute and working at the circus.  Weeeeeee! To celebrate, let’s reflect on yet another random transit story.

Yesterday’s weather was pretty wishy-washy.  It started off as quite a warm day for December, although very windy and rainy.  Some where in between 9 and 5, the temperature literally dropped 10 degrees.  The wind never let up, so therefore, the commute home was, for lack of a better phrase, goddamn fucking freezing.

Since the day started off warm, all I had with me was a broken umbrella, and an ‘I’m in denial that it’s actually winter‘ coat.  The station that I wait for my last bus home is sort of covered, and sort of not.  It just so happens that the area where my bus stops gets a massive wind tunnel.  This resulted in about 100 people huddled together, trying to find the best direction to stand in order to block the freezing wind. I was at the front of the huddle, since I had missed the previous bus by a split second.  The wind was so crazy that my long hair actually stood up straight, as if I was being electrocuted. When it wasn’t standing up straight, it was flying into the faces and/or mouths of the people huddled around me. Lovely.

One dude beside me was a regular, as I’ve seen him many times on the way home. He had on a big, puffy warm coat.  I tried to use my super-strength mind power to get him to come and give me a big hug to keep me warm, but to no avail. I counted about 20 buses that entered the station that weren’t mine. Each time a bus would enter the station, the crowd would gasp with anticipation, and then let out a loud fuck/shit/crap/jesus/dammit sigh and hope that the next one would be ours.  Finally, the 32 entered the station and pulled up to the massive crowd.  

It’s interesting that every time I gain some faith in my fellow commuters, they always manage to let me down, big time.  The bus pulled up to us and suddenly everyone from behind started pushing. The bus driver caught on and refused to open the door.  

So picture this…  

I’m at the front of the crowd.  Therefore, I’m being pushed into a door that the driver won’t open. Finally, he gives in, and the herd pushes on. I practically flew onto the bus, and since the bastards kept on pushing, my purse got lodged in between a few of them.  It stopped me in my tracks, so I turned around and started yanking.  I snarled, but it wasn’t effective.  Then I resorted to,

‘Gimme my purse!’

The pack of dogs eventually let up. At the same time I yanked with all of my mighty muscle power, and I fell backwards onto the bus driver.  

‘Fucking savages,’ was the only thing I managed to blurt out.

I mean, what on earth do they think will be accomplished by acting like a bunch of wild animals?  Ya, it’s cold.  We’re all cold.  If these people would have acted in an orderly fashion, we would have piled onto the bus faster.  But, you know, this is too much to expect from big city slickers.   




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I’m a pretty big news and politics junkie.  I’m sure that has something to do with studying journalism and whatnot. Anyhoo, this weekend I witnessed one of the the most entertaining stories I’ve seen all year and I just can’t help but comment about it.

Awesome. As if that wasn’t entertaining enough, his stuttered response, or lack there of, topped the cake. Oh, Georgey, you continually manage to prove just how much of an idiot you really are.  I kind of wished it was a tomato, or a some sort of cream filled pie, but shoes will just have to do.

To this day, it still boggles me that this man managed to get elected twice.  

Really.  Really?  




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*Sigh* Ah, it’s Monday yet again.  On a positive note (for me, anyways) it is the last Monday I that I will have to deal with my fabulous commute, and even better, my circus of a job.  Weeee!  With all of this in mind though, I still feel pretty lethargic today – the fact that it’s raining and that Coldplay is on repeat on my ipod probably doesn’t help.  

Speaking of rain, I have a question.  With all of the technological savvy things we have in our society today, why on earth has no one invented an umbrella that can withstand the wind without flipping over backwards?  Why?  I mean, we can GPS practically any location on earth, but we can’t make a sturdy umbrella?  Okay, I know these things have nothing to do with one another, but I can’t think of a better example so early in the morning.


So now that I’ve been made aware that my director is absent today (by word of mouth, because god forbid I’m included in any kind of office correspondence – seriously, sometimes I really think that I may be invisible), I already have two posts in mind.  One of them is along my regular patterns, and the other not so much.  I’m going to start with the later, as I really need to get it off my chest and it contributes to my lethargic mood.  Maybe if I write it down my mood will lighten some. I don’t really feel like I can talk to anyone about it, so cyberspace, you’re it.  It will probably give some insight to my heightened Grinchiness at this time of year.  It’s all about feelings and whatnot, so if you aren’t in the mood, stop here.  You’ve been warned.

So, here we go.  My weekend had its moments, but in the end was not all that great.  To add to that, a family member, whom I love dearly, but really, really, really (I can’t stress that enough) knows how to push my buttons.  She knows just what to say to make me sob uncontrollably in an instant.  And even though she means well, sometimes she just won’t stop.  English is not her native tongue, so sometimes it comes out wrong.  But, even though she can hear my voice cracking through the phone, she pushes on. When I beg her to stop, she just keeps going. I completely understand the point she tries to get across, and I appreciate it, but sometimes it passes the point of being tactful. I understand she only wants the best, but some things are better left unsaid. But hey, that’s what family is for, right? Right.  

Anyhoo, most times I can brush it off, but I was already in one of those moods, you know?  I really felt as though she attacked my character, and that’s what got me in the end.  Here’s some background info:

I come from a divorced family like a large percentage of people. I’m sure  many are in worse situations than me, but everything is relative, and for me, at this moment, this is it.  Not only are my parents divorced, but I can count on one hand the number couples (cousins, aunts, uncles etc) that are still married in quite a large family.  Remarriages average from one to four times per person, with many children from each.  I’m not judging here, but this probably explains my lack of knowledge of what a ‘real’ relationship looks like, and why I have no idea what to do in one myself. Anyhoo, this is beside the point.  

In a nutshell, among others, the comment that got me this weekend was something to the effect of, 

‘You treat people that try to help you like shit, and kiss the ass of those that treat you badly.’

This really offended me, big time.  I mean, I try my best, now, to treat everyone fairly.  I know when I was younger things were different, but I was a lost soul and immature.  I try my best to please everyone, but in the end, it generally bites me in the ass.

Every time I go home I hear one side bash the other openly in front of my face, as the other side probably secretly bashes the other, but at least they leave me out of it.  Each time I go home to drama.  

Drama, drama, drama.  

The holiday’s have always consisted of me driving from one city to another, trying to please everyone, but still shot down with guilt trips, because no matter how thin I stretch myself, it’s never good enough.  

Why can’t you come here for this?  Why do you have to be with them for that? Why this, why that. Why can’t you digest five meals in one day?  Why can’t you stay here, or there?  Why do you put up with this, why do you put up with that? Why don’t you say this, why don’t you say that?  

Blah, blah, blah.

What bothers me is, it seems that no one stops to think about what it’s like for me. It doesn’t necessarily mean that’s the case, but that is how I see it from my eyes.  

Ya, no one is perfect, that’s life.  Sometimes, some people may treat me like shit, but I’m not going to change who I am as a person because of that.  I know I’ve said before that I’m a big karma believer.  I’m all about getting back what you put in, and trying to treat people how you would like to be treated yourself. So when I get the shaft, or whatnot, and am suddenly asked for support in some way, I still give it. Why? Because it’s my family, and I care.  Easy as that.  I’m not going to hold a grudge for years and years (although this is quite common in my family) because of ill spoken words or actions. Sometimes things are just the way they are, and you have to deal with it.  Some things are harder than others.  Some people and some things, will never change. Some people don’t mean what they say, and other’s don’t say what they mean. Some situations are not how you envision them be, no matter how hard you try. 

And yes, I’m aware of my own faults, and as if that’s not enough, I am continuously reminded by people. Yes, I’m not confrontational enough.  Yes, I let things slide too often.  Yes, I don’t express my emotions enough. Yes, I hold it all in too long. Yes, I get very defensive.  And, yes, apparently, I aim to please.

These are things I can work on, but in the grand scheme of things, so what?  Why are people so quick to judge and point out your faults, but not your positive traits? It’s always about how I’m not doing this or that, and I should be one way or the other.

What’s wrong with just being me? Is that really so horrible? Now, I’m not saying this to be conceited or narcissistic, but I actually like who I am, and I think that’s a pretty huge accomplishment.  

I know family says things because they care etc etc, but due to contrary belief, I am one sensitive little lady. I may seem like I’m a tough cookie sometimes, but really, deep down, I’m not.  

And this, dear cyberspace, is why I hate the holiday’s and can’t wait get out of here. No matter how hard I try to avoid it, enter drama. I wish for one visit, I could sit back and enjoy the company of the people I love. It’s unfortunate, but I seem to have greater mental stability when I’m not in close vicinity of all of the drama.  

For once, I wish people would just appreciate my efforts, and leave it at that. For once, I wish I wasn’t made to feel like everything is at the fault of my own actions. I make mistakes, I say the wrong things, I don’t stand up for myself enough, and stand up too much for people that don’t always deserve it.  

After all, I’m only human.  

Okie dokes.  Congratulations to anyone that made it through that, and who ever you are, thanks for listening.

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Wow.  You can cut the tension with a knife in this drama dungeon.  I’m okay with it though, since it has nothing to do me, and the events that led to it were somewhat entertaining, on an otherwise boring ass hell of a day.  I was really hoping for some UFC action, but instead I suppose I’ll settle for moody, confrontational bitching. 

As per one of my coworkers, ‘Holy foul moods, Batman!’

For serious. A few of us have been emailing each other back and forth re: current drama (in between some thumb twiddling and ‘looking busy’ of course).  I mean, god forbid you experience occasional technological issues in job that deals solely with technology.  Oh, the horror.    

I’m patiently waiting for the drama to resurface, so a) I have some more to write about, and b) I don’t fall asleep at my desk and drool all over my laptop.  Come on. Give errrrrr.  

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not really one for violence, but I’ve been anticipating this clash for some time now, and I would like to see it play out before I bust free of this circus.  I won’t go into great detail about the culprit, but let me just say, if I was that person’s superior, I wouldn’t let that kind of whiney selfish disrespect just slide. But hey, who am I to judge? This person doesn’t just cross the line, but instead, flies past it like a torpedo.  News flash! That will get you nowhere fast.  I don’t know, I mean, I have tons of issues with tons of things, but I always feel it’s best to deal with things professionally, especially in work circumstances.  But hey, that’s just me, right?

Anyhoo. I’m sure you’re all just as bored as me after reading something that really has no relevance to  you.  But I really can’t figure what else to do with myself at the moment.  So, therefore, you suffer…  and/or you have already stopped skimming over this. 

In the meantime an interesting random tidbit:

Last night a few of us took up the offer of free holiday drinks and appetizers.  One dude, who has barely muttered two words in the past three months blurted out how he once, back in the day, stole a taxi after a night of partying.  Not only did he take the taxi, but he picked up a passenger and collected the fare. Haha.  Jesus.  

To be continued… I hope.

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So, get this.

I finally gave my notice the other day at work.

Weeeeee! Now I can gloat proudly and openly.


Anyhoo, I was hired through a temp agency.  It was my first time going that route, and will definitely be my last, if I can help it.  I always felt the agency was a joke. They were never really clear on details, I never received any kind of hand/rule book, which resulted in me calling them a million times to find out very basic information, such as, when I get paid and so on. I also called once asking if they can place me somewhere other than my current location, thinking, hmmm, I don’t know, that’s their job.


Instead I got the third degree, and never heard back about any sort of effort in placing me elsewhere. This royally pissed me off, among other things.

Okay, getting to the point, I swear it.

So, after I gave my notice, my creative director called the agency to get them started on finding my replacement <insert evil laugh here>.

At some point yesterday a coworker pulled me aside and told me to come and read an email.  The email gave some detail about the agency and stated that they had found his resume on Workopolis, and that he might be interested in a proofreading/graphic design position at so and so location.

It just so happens that my coworker is with the same agency, and… surprise! they already placed him at that location, which he has been at for months, as a…

Wait for it…

Graphic designer.


I mean, they are the ones that administer his pay cheque every week. That’s organizational skills at its best. Really. Don’t they keep track of these things?  Don’t they have a database? Or at the very least, an excel spread sheet?

Wow, what a concept.  Rocket science, that must be it.

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Today’s Special consists of some mental notes for the day:

Mental Note #75690

Three day old pizza is not good, no matter how hungry you are or how much creativity you put into reheating it.

Mental Note #488

People like this should have their mouths sewn shut or need to be destroyed.


Girl A:  Like, oh my god, what is that all about?

Girl B:  Like, I know, right?

A:  Totally.  Like, I don’t even know what, like, communications and PR is.

B:  Whatever, right?  Like, who needs that stuff anyways, right?

A:  Yeah.  I mean, like, screw them, right?

B:  Yeah! Hee, hee, hee.

A:  Hee, hee, hee.

**This was an actual conversation I overheard on the subway today**

It has taken me some time to accept that there are many idiots that walk the face of the earth and be sort of okay with it, mostly. But seriously, it’s probably not wise to announce your lack of intelligence so openly.

Mental Note #3

Larry David rocks my socks.  For serious.  Not only is he the creator of Seinfeld, but also, Curb Your Enthusiasm still rises as one of the few shows that can actually make me laugh out loud.

Mental Note #5521

The next driver that honks at me as I try to balance myself while sliding across an intersection will have a nice impression of my boot on the side of their car.

Mental Note #768

The dude that lives below me is either,

a) a drug dealer.

b) someone that enjoys strange orgy parties while blasting Elton John and Metallica within a ten minute span.

c) someone that is addicted to one of those loud, active video games such as dance, dance, revolution.

d) someone that screams and becomes overly excited for no apparent reason.

Mental Note #988

My coworker is smarter than the average bear.  She caught onto my plan of signing up to bring in ‘Christmas goodies’ on a day that I will no longer be working.  Damn you!

Mental Note #91

The next stranger that feels the need to tell me to ‘smile’ will get an earful from me. I’m not going to walk around with a damn perma-smile, because, well, that’s not me. If you don’t like my face, then don’t look.  Deal with it.

Mental Note #66571

Cafeteria Xmas lunch is good for my taste buds, but not so much for my stomach. Ugh.  Pain.

And that concludes my ‘Mental Notes’ for the day. 


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