My World

URGENT MESSAGE PLEASE READ

2011-01-29T14:49:00.002-05:00

THIS MESSAGE WAS SENT TO ME BY GREEN PEACE, I COPIED AND PASTED SO EVERYONE CAN READ!!!!

Despite three years of promises to protect Ontarios threatened woodland caribou, the McGuinty government is proposing to exempt logging, mining and other industries from having to take action to protect caribou under the Endangered Species Act (ESA).
This means that woodland caribou “ which is listed as threatened in Ontario “ will have no legal protection under the very law that was designed to save it.
This will push caribou one step closer to extinction.
Through the 2010 Canadian Boreal Forest Agreement, forestry companies and environmental groups have committed to developing plans to protect caribou. This exemption shows that the McGuinty government is not committed to being part of the solution.
We dont think that the forest industry should shut down, but we do believe that it should be required to do something substantial to protect caribou. This exemption says they dont have to.
In 2007, Premier McGuinty made an election promise to protect woodland caribou. Since then, his government has taken no concrete, on the ground action.
Please ask Premier McGuinty to scrap his governments proposed exemption and to protect caribou and the Boreal Forest before its too late.
The McGuinty government is on a countdown to the next election. Letâ€™s not allow this exemption to be a countdown to caribou extinction!

3 Glorious Days Left Of My 20's

2011-01-11T22:12:00.002-05:00

Alright, I am in crisis mode, i am afraid of 30. Although people are saying the 30 is the new 20 but I am scared. I was trying to complete my list of things I wanted to have done and it dawned on me, "who am i kidding?" Well although i accomplished them all but the new career, I think I know where it is that I want to go and who I wants to be.

30, my twenties are gone... I noticed the other day that I am sporting a few grey hairs and some crows feet, I chalk it up to being someone who likes to have fun and my wild life has done this to me. I have invested in a few cosmetic brands that say it will "make your lines disappear" again... "who am I kidding?" Jeepers creepers some just direct me to the fountain of youth!

I think my biological clock is ticking, I am starting to think about children, Something I have never wanted in my life, now I am wondering if I should have them? Do I want to be alone for the rest of my life? Clearly I will never get married, but that's OK in today's times isn't it? To have a child without a partner? Artificial insemination? OMG my brain is racing.. I have three days to decide what the hell I have planned for the next 10 years, I am sure if I enjoy Blogging in 10 years you all will see another Blog about the fact that I have no kids, am alone and have even more hideous wrinkles.

Wish me luck fellow bloggers, as i speed into my 30's looking back every chance I get!!

MY RUELS :)

2010-12-26T18:53:00.002-05:00

So working again!! Making lots of money! And it is quite boring as there aren’t any calls coming in as most of the stores are closed. So I have decided to come back to my blog and share with you all the rules I feel that should be in place at my work. First of all, let me say that the woman here are disgusting. The bathroom is a place of disease and I am afraid to go pee!
Rules that I feel should be in place in the workplace.

1) Do not talk on the phone while you are peeing, especially if there are other people in the washroom. (this is a common occurrence)
2) FLUSH THE TOILET ( last nights dinner does not need to be seen or smelled by other employees)
3) Wash your hands (you wouldn’t think it would be difficult but there are people here who I have seen walk out of the washroom without washing their damn hands)
4) Do not leave chicken or any other food on your desk for 2 days and come back and eat it ( yes, this is a true story, I almost barfed)
5) Change your clothes everyday not just twice or three times a week
6) Deodorant maybe? (just a thought, but I think if you ware it everyday it will eliminate the odor you complain about every day)
7) Toilet paper, tampons, or napkins either belong in the toilet or in bins provided, not on the floor!
8) When you sit in some ones desk, wipe up your mess, don’t leave it for the person who sits there to clean up. (Piggies, this is where the roaches come to when they are hungry!)
9) When you sit in some ones desk and change the font/settings on the computer, put it back they way you found it, this goes for the chair as well, not everyone likes to sit on the floor.
And finally number 10, a personal favorite of mine, as this has happened to me 6 times in 2 years
10) DO NOT STEAL THE PERSONS HAND SANITIZER THERE IS A RESON THEY HAVE IT. IT IS TO PROTECT THEM FORM THE FILTH YOU LEAVE BEHIND!!!!!
So now that I have put out my 10 rules up for all to read I am sure you get the idea of the kind of people I work with, I am sure you have guessed, a bunch of pigs. The woman are pretty filthy, I thought mens washrooms were bad, nope, The womans washrooms at Bell are FUCKING DISGUSTING!!! All of the above happen everyday, and I have seen them all happen!

Stella

2010-12-25T17:43:00.002-05:00

Just over 5 years ago when I was reintroduced to my current boyfriend, i met Stella. Stella at first sight was ugly, hard to look at and completely abnormal to me. It didn't take long and she grew on me. (oh, BTW Stella is the Pink and Black Oscar in the photo below)
Stella and I developed a beautiful bond, she was my favorite thing in the world at the time. Every day i would feed her, she would swim back and forth and follow me, she would allow me to pet her, she and i were besties :p Occasionally Brent would tell me he was going to sell her as he didn't have the time for her anymore, this never happened because i made time for her and i was the sole provider and care giver for her. I would fight with him until he would give in and allow me to keep her. WELL sometimes life isn't fair, and about a month ago, i got home from work, went downstairs to feed her and she was still, sitting at the bottom of her tank, not interested in food at all. I even tried to feed her a real fish which she never gets but she sure does love them. Even the real fish didn't spike her interest. After a couple of days i was starting to get worried about her as this was unusual behaviour for this amount of time.
The very next day i came home from work and she was half floating, gasping for air, and was on her side. I ran upstairs to call Brent who was at his friends to ask him what the hell i do. He gave me my options as being "Drag her backwards through the water to drown her" "take her outside and bury her so she suffocates" or "just leave her" All of these options sounded horrid to me. I walked back and forth for about 15 min and decided to go down and see her. Sadly when i got there, she was gone. Poor Stella had died. She was 11 years old, he had her for 6 before i came along. I was completely heart broken. I had to dig a hole in the frozen ground and put her in as she was way to big to put in the toilet. I am trying to bring myself to get another, but not sure if it will be a good idea. I still have My Odin and BB and now Stella is resting in the back yard next to the pond. Just thought i would share my sad story of my beautiful fish STELLA!

OMG ITS COMING!!

2010-05-10T01:03:00.002-04:00

Okay, here goes......
As sad as this may be, in just a few short months my life will change forever, knowing I can never come back, I am scared......I am literally terrified....I almost feel sick to my stomach.........
I sometimes sit and think about it so much, that I feel like I would like to cry..
Recently I watched a very sad movie which has kind of inspired me.. The Bucket List. As i stare thirty in the face (and feel like running) I have decided that I need to do something to get myself motivated. Although the bucket list was what they wanted to do before they die, Mine is "what I need to do before I turn THIRTY! with all respect to everyone older then I, to me Thirty is like dieing...........

Here is my list....AHEM

1)Find a Career I ENJOY.
2)Lose 30 pounds.
3)Decide If I want a baby (only two years left before that chance is out the window)
4)Travel to another country I have never been.
5)Be Debt Free... (to start all over again)

I have 8 months to complete the 5 things on my list...........I will keep you updated!!!

My Favorite Word and Definition : Taken from Wikipedia :)

2009-12-06T23:19:00.001-05:00

Fuck is an English word that is generally considered profane, that in its most literal meaning refers to the act of sexual intercourse. However, by extension it may be used to negatively characterize anything that can be dismissed, disdained, defiled, or destroyed, and it is due to the convergence of these two weighty concepts (sex and destruction) that the term can carry such overloaded emphasis, although it is frequently used as a mere intensifier."Fuck" can be used as a noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun, or interjection and can logically be used as virtually any word in a sentence (e.g. "Fuck the fucking fuckers"). Moreover, it is one of the only words in the English language which could be applied in the middle of a word (e.g. "Am I sexy? Absofuckinglutely!") It hence has various metaphorical meanings. The verb "to be fucked" can mean "to be cheated" (e.g. "I got fucked by a scam artist"). As a noun "a fuck" or "a fucker" may describe a contemptible person. "A fuck" may mean an act of copulation. The word can be used as an interjection, and its participle is sometimes used as a strong emphatic. The verb to fuck may be used transitively or intransitively, and it appears in compounds, including fuck off, fuck up, and fuck with. In less explicit usages (but still regarded as vulgar), fuck or fuck with can mean to mess around, or to deal with unfairly or harshly. In a phrase such as "don't give a fuck", the word is the equivalent of "damn", in the sense of something having little value. In "what the fuck", it serves merely as an intensive.
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Younger Years

2009-12-06T22:58:00.004-05:00

HELLO!!!
On my way home this evening I was thinking about my dear blog ans how I haven't visited in a while so I had decided on the way home I was going to blog about something..I've since forgotten so with the help of Josie, I have decided to let you all know what my Top 10 T.V shows were in the '80's and 90's As well as some great songs I use to dance around my house too while pretending I was the lead singer in the band:) Enjoy my geekyness..lol...

TOP 10 TV SHOWS :)
1) Saved by the bell
2) Who's the Boss
3) 90210
4) Growing Pains
5) Sabrina the Teenage Witch
6) Astro Boy
7) Dawsons Creek
8) Melrose Place
9) Smurfs
10) ...........................................And I will Leave #10 for you to decide what should be in this place..Leave your comments on the show you feel should take the spot, ............................................

TOP 10 SONGS:

1) Superman Song
2) Mr. Jones
3) Whoop there it is!
4) OoooO Marky Mark...lol... anything goes!
5) Like a Virgin
6) Material Girl
7) I saw the Sign
8) November Rain
9) Stairway to Heaven
10)............Again you decide and leave your comments so i can see who is with me on #10..............

Feeling the Grip

2009-09-10T01:39:00.004-04:00

So as I un-wantingly (I know thats not a word, suck it up) approach 30 I am feeling the grip of reality. I have often wondered why I waste such a great gift of being smart on Bell? I am feeling like I should be doing something better with my life in many aspects. I feel I should have a better career, I feel I should be buying a house rather then renting one for more then what a mortgage would cost, I regret feeling that I should be reproducing... Ok that was a lie, sometimes I think about the fact that, that's what everyone else my age is doing or has done already. I am afraid if i stay where I am I will have wasted everything I worked so hard for in College and in life. Does the feeling of not being satisfied ever go away? Will I ever truly be happy with what I have? Will I ever have the chance to be married and wear a wonderfully ugly dress that is suppose to make me feel like a princess? Sometimes I feel like I should be crawling in a hole and giving up as I have wasted so much of the time that I have here. I dont really remember the last 28 years of my life, Will I forget the next 28 when I am 60 or so? The world and thoughts of even having to be 60 scare the shit out of me. I hope that I will still be able to wipe my own ass then.....HmmmMMM.... After writing all my feelings down, I still have no answers....sigh........

Seriously.......

2009-09-10T00:42:00.002-04:00

Seriously.......
There are way to many kinds of water out there today, there is the Vitamin water with the clever little sayings on the bottle and made to taste like juice , there is water from Figi, Artisan water, Skinny water, re filtered city water, water from the Swiss Alps water from Canada, USA, and every other country in the world.. While your in the store thinking of the eye catching bottle and deciding what country to buy your water from you should probably take a few seconds and think about the amount of water you buy in a year that is in a bottle and then realistically think about how many bottles in one year out of all the bottles you buy will you actually recycle? There is a growing number of plastic that can be recycled showing up in our landfills every day... There is no proven way that we can stop or fix the fact that mankind has ruined the earth and it will one day become non existent again but by everyone doing there part we can prolong this inevitable disaster we have created... Make a smart choice and go green and next time you are in line holding your heavy 24 pack of bottled water think about this blog. Also think about spending the 30 dollars and buying one of the metal, trendy bottles you see everyone with, not only will you be saving money, but you will be saving our planet :)

The Battle

2009-03-25T02:47:00.002-04:00

Tonight is a battle, the wee hours of this morning are a battle.
As I sit here and try to figure out if going to sleep will wash away the pain that is secretly hiding in my mind. Or will i have another terrifying dream of what i dont wnat to hear. I wonder if going for a drive or a walk with the dog will preoccupy my mind long enought for the pain to ease. Why is it that everytime I lay myself out on the table and speak with the words that run through my head i am penalized? Just once I would like to feel the happiness that I am allotted in life. There are certain things that happens to people in life such as illness, love, and life. These are the three things I struggle with, scared to death to get the unwanted news from a doctor, scared for the unwanted behaviour thats comes from being in love with someone, then the third, that the other two actually make.
I have had some seriously harmful dreams that keep my eyes wide open and keep me from a little rest. They posion my mind and drag demons from the closet that keep me itching for more. Why does my search for peace seem to wind up in fear?
Moving very fast twords thirty i wonder if it will be this way for the next thirty? What does this future hold for me?

Facebook Prowlers

2009-01-29T17:26:00.003-05:00

Hello Everyone!
I am back after a much needed rest from the online world.
The first post in months is going to be about the alarming privacy violations that have taken place on the one site we have all become addicted to, Facebook. I dont want to slander anyones hard work and fortune but there is something that needs to be dont by the site technicians. I have learned that all computers have what the call an IP address, which is a lot like a stamp of ownership. So why is it that you can see on a telephone who had called your house by the name and or number but such a sight is unable to detect the stamp at which has accessed your site? They can, they are just lazy and probably somewhat responsible for the actions that have occured to such people whom are on this site. i have had, on many occasions experienced someone going on and changing my password, looking in to what myself and my loved ones are doing in their personal lives then emailing me to tell me all of this from a fake email address all the while hiding their identity...The way i see it, if they all know what i am doing on a daily basis then they will be able to see this blog, and perhaps change it and maybe comment on it as well.. Facebook is supose to be somewhere where you can go an meet up with old friends and chat and see whats up, it is a polite way of being nosey:) and being aloud as well. So when the people in charge are sitting on the beach drinking their martinis they should be considering on a way to stop this all from happening to a lot of people on a daily basis, they are rich and financialy stable enough to come up with some sort of security precaution to take to keep its users safe. Until this day comes, i will no longer use my account.

Fake People

2008-09-19T20:52:00.002-04:00

Every now and again I find myself running into and befriending the worst, fakest, nastiest people around..This comes as a shock to me, I moved away from a small crappy town where people liked to talk about everything that didnt have anything to do with them. Now I find myself in the middle of the biggest most cultured city Canada has ever seen and I seem to draw those fake ass people right to me. This makes me sad as I have ultimatly matured over the years from a high school brat to a successful woman. I have decided that people suck and I am not even sure if I want to have friends anymore. I have given up on trying..
Ex#1
I met a friend of my boyfriends who was with this girl and she seemed incedibly wonderful, nice, kind, had a great sense of humour..We got so close she asked me to be in her wedding. Then one day I get a message from her over the internet..What I am about to say should never be said over the internet..She told me she saw my boyfriend cheeting on me in the local bar when I was out with my mother..
She proceeded to tell me that I should leave him, he was trash and that if i didnt then she would not be able to hang out with me anymore because she has no respect for him anymore..
Conclusion: Fake ass bitch just lost me as a friend FOREVER!!
Ex#2
No names mentioned, i met this girl shortly after moving and we were friends for a while. She was the classic catty bitch, was a wonderful person to your face and the minuite you were out of ear shot, she was stabbing you in the back. Until one night when I wasnt far enough out of ear shot and heard her talking ABOUT ME!!
Conclusion:
Go back to fucking high school!

When did loving someone become not enough?

2008-07-21T18:23:00.002-04:00

So someone needs to answer me this question, "when did loving someone become not enough?" That is something I really need someone to answer for me. Through he last year and a half I have put forth more effort then I have ever had to, to make my relationship work with the love of my life. Things aren't sooooo bad but they definitely need some work. I have asked myself many questions like "do I need plastic surgery?" or "how about liposuction?" and "Do I need a better job to bring in millions?" I am unsure of what it is that I am doing wrong and I always get the same answer from my other half like "we are fine babe, no need to worry" But I have come to realize that we aren't fine, whether I find out from someone else or him, things are'nt fine and I have no idea what I am expected to do anymore?!? I thought by giving one person everything I had and loving that person more then they have ever been loved it would be enough, but I am starting to realize and fast that it isn't. I have had many boyfriends, most of which I have left in the past due to issues and baggage they came along with and although we all have our own baggage I thought as an adult you work together to clear it up. See neither my boyfriend or myself have had a picture perfect life and we have both made horrible decisions in our past that we have worked through either together or alone. Constantly I am reminded of mine through past friends and acquaintances, and this poses as a problem. I don't deal with things the way he does and now it is affecting our relationship...When is enough, enough? How do I know when I have went from the loving girlfriend to the piece of shit from the past? How do I prepare myself for what I know s just around the corner? For anyone who reads this blog, whether I know you or not, please leave a comment with your opinion (good or bad) so I can learn from it or change something...Your opinion matters..

Our 3pm break experience's at 7-11

2008-07-16T22:34:00.002-04:00

Today as everyday Erin, my co-worker and I went on our adventure to 7-11 for our Slushie break. I will start with yesterday when Erin was propositioned by one of the bums outside the 7-11 then he continued to say "mmmMMMmm I love slushies" ya, like we care what you like, I would like for you to get a job. (none takes away the wonderfulness of Slushie break) So that right there made us laugh hysterically...Then that brings me to today 3pm break..Back at the 7-11 where there is a different rubbie everyday there stood a woman, a big woman wearing fluorescent orange crock style shoes, a bright pink and orange bathing suit and a tiny orange jacket, she too was begging for some spare change, as we walked out I hear snickering from the little devil beside me and all I hear coming from the filter less girl is "oh my god, I just saw some crotch" I start laughing hysterically thinking our fun is over when she belts out "that's what I was going to wear today" HAHAHA. Everyday there is excitement on our break, in that 15 minutes I have more fun and excitement then all day at work. Our break is the highlight to my day:) If you ever want some fun and excitement to fill your day just walk with us to the 7-11 and it will make your day.

Drug Addict, Alcohol Addict, Potato Addict.

2008-07-13T21:49:00.005-04:00

Hello, My name is Angela and I am a Potatoholic.
Some people are addicted to drugs, some are addicted to alcohol but me, I am addicted to Potatoes..
3pm Slushie break and my friend Erin and I jump up and head off to the 7-11 down the road from our office for a wonderfully delicious Coke Slushie. We have a routine that I have become very very attached to, grab our Slushie, turn right and head down the chip isle. HmmmMMm what kind of Potato chip should I buy today? Dill Pickle? Ketchup? no no All dressed...AHHH too many decisions!! Oh my, if i cant choose there is always one kind that will fill the void..MMmmmm Nacho Cheese Doritos. They quick fix to just about everything. You see, where else can you go to get a Coke Slushie and a bag of chips for 3'09? That's what I thought. I have given up just about everything that is bad for me over the last month except Coke Slushies and Potato chips. Which by the way if you haven't noticed are so important to me that they get capital letters at the beginning of their names:) Who knew that a simple Potato grown in the ground could turn into something so special. After all how bad can it be for you if it is a vegetable? That's what I tell myself, I also tell myself if I am feeling a little guilty for cheating on my diet that "at least I am buying Doritos, they are half the fat, calories, and sodium as the other leading flavours on the shelf. " My love and addiction for Potato chips is also shared by my Friend Erin. These are 2 of my favorite things that I just cant live without. The sad thing, I may kill someone if it meant not having Potato chips for the rest of my life...So if you see me heading for the chip isle, don't try and stop me or you may get hurt :)

....Poo On Your Shoe....

2008-07-02T21:53:00.005-04:00

Have you ever wondered why people lie to you? Have you ever wondered why you seem to be the piece of shit on their shoes? I am often known and treated like that nasty pile of shit someone forgot to pick up? Here is me in a nutshell, I am a little crazy, I am fun, I love to give people things when they least expect it and I love to make people laugh and smile. So why do I become the filth every time I lay myself out for someone I love? Because people are deceitful, mean and extremely unpredictable, I have decided today to be the bigger person and just let it all rest, soon I am sure I will be picking up the pieces of my shattered life and trying to glue them all back together, yes I am broken but people I trusted made me this way.

Happy Pride Week.

2008-06-30T23:26:00.003-04:00

Alas, my first ever pride parade! I decided to venture out sunday afternoon to see the pride parade, I perched myself atop a garbage can at Younge and College and joined the many excited and anxious onlookers. What a thrill and what a feeling, to be there in total support of the whole idea behind Pride week. I have to say, I was impressed, seeing it in person is not the same as on t.v. or in the paper. My best friend in the entire world was my first real gay friend. He has helped me over the last couple of years see what it really means to them to be accepted, and I totally accept every gay man or woman. I like the idea of them having the chance to come out and be in a place where everyone around is not judging them or staring at them becasue we all know that that happens all the time, maybe not so much in this city, but almost everywhere else. I support them getting married, having children and anything else a straight man or woman would be entitled to.
I had one of the best times I have ever had yesterday, and I look forward to next year too, maybe next year I will venture right up Church where it all happens, was a little to busy up there at 1:30pm yesterday afternoon.. I had a riot!
HAPPY PRIDE WEEK TO ALL!

Story of My Life...

2008-06-25T21:21:00.007-04:00

So as some of you have already read, I am not a fan of the Toronto Transit. Let me tell you about my painful struggle to get home today after work.
5pm...ding ding..time to go home, I race out, stampeed my way down Bay st turn the corner and there is the street car so I haul ass to try and get there before it leaves, low and behold i make it..yay...I knew if i missed it the one behind me would inevitably "short turn", story of my life..lol.
I make my way to the back and sit down, I am tired, Hot and cranky from all the rude people I delt with at work today. As i sit alone, taking up 2 seats I feel myself drifting off.........All of a sudden I hear the electronic girl say Coxwell Ave..sigh...I was semi relieved that I missed the boring part of the ride due to my cat nap. So I sit and watch all the people get off but a few, then i hear the driver say " sorry guys, last stop. Wait for the bus, street cars aren't running down Queen as of right now." FUCK!!! EVERY NIGHT!!!
I get off the street car and painfully walk east. It is hot and I am wearing a leather jacket (not so smart) AND my leg still hurts from the good ride we had on Sunday.
I walk past Kingston Rd, Woodbine and I see a string of traffic all the way down Queen, not moving at all. I continue to walk past Lee ave and I see police. At Wineva and Queen there is what some people like to call an "ACCIDENT", accident my ass, more like retarded fucking people. Two full size pickups collided and one was backed up against a building...I look and keep walking, 2 more blocks and I am home, I hear a loud roar and I look behind me..hahahaha there's the bus I was waiting for....looks like walking is faster!!!

Bubbles? Why you ask?

2008-06-17T22:22:00.002-04:00

I have had many many people ask me "why Bubbles?" So I will tell you the short but true story of how I got the nickname Bubbles. It started in grade 8 when I became interested in "Bulletin Boards" for those of you who don't know what that is I will briefly explain. Bulletin boards pre existed the Internet but were somewhat similar, they were other computers that your computer called when you hooked up a simple phone line into your computer and you punched in the number and pressed send. These were like chat rooms, some had games, while others were strictly chat. Well as all of you know, in a chat room you need a "handle" most didn't use their real names. I was always ..... and it became boring, i had no idea what to call myself, i was hoping for something cool and unique but could never come up with anything. One afternoon while hanging out with my friends who also shared a passion for these bulletin boards decided to dial up and chat to some of my friends in Oshawa. I was always a happy excitable person but there was one thing that really set me off and it was that "OUR COMPLIMENTS COLA" it makes me very hyper and bubbly, so ever since that day my friends called me bubbles...and it stuck for the remainder of the time i chatted on these boards and then followed me to the Internet, it had become a part of me........sad but true all it takes to put me into a world of laughter is a cheap cola beverage. Not a spectacular story but it is a story, and an answer to the question that pops up every time someone emails me or reads my blog :)

The Things I like/Dislike...Just thought you may want to know :)

2008-06-17T20:22:00.002-04:00

So after 4 months in this wonderful city I have decided to let you all know what I like and dislike about the city so far. Hold on to your hats ladies and gentleman I am about to tell you some things you probably already know..lol..Here goes:
I love the Beach hidden in the south of the city, my fave place to be on a nice day, I love the downtown core. I love all the little bars with huge patios on Queen St East where I live. I love all the small privately owned stores and shops that I spend hours browsing through and finding the most unique treasures I have ever seen. I Love all the different cultured restaurants (some of which I have yet to try but they smell sooooo good I know one day I will :) I love the people (good and the bad) They are all relatively amusing to me and my small brain. I like how my apartment is so small that when I first moved here I stole my neighbours Internet connection:) Ahhh gotta love wireless Internet.. I love the feeling that my neighbours don't know my name, where i am from, my family members and i especially love the fact that it isn't them just not knowing, but that they don't care. I love how I have traveled for hours on public transit and never seen the west end of the city, I haven't seen the north or east either..lol..It leaves me with a whole lot of area to cover when I am bored..
But while I am on the topic of public transit, lets go to what I hate about the city. HmmmmMMMmm Okay, as a day to day rider or the TTC I have to say "JESUS CHRIST" I get on the Queen street car every morning and aside from the normal problems of us losing power it is a relatively decent ride to work at 7am. BUT and I mean a HUGE BUT on the way home is a different story, I leave my work at 4:58 most days and arrive at the Bay on Queen street where I catch my lethal ride home. I have to time it just right because in a matter of 7 min There are 6 street cars that pull up to the stop one at a time, Victoria Park (which turns before my stop) Church (which turns a few streets up) Kingston Rd (almost there) and in between there will be 2 or 3 that will read Neville Park which is the one I have to take because I live at the end of Queen St East one stop before Neville Park. As I watch all these cars and I spot the Two or three that say Neville Park rearing into a halt I have a split second to trust my gut and decide which one I want to take because I know, oh I know all to well that there is a chance of me picking the one that will eventually "short turn" and kick everyone off at Kingston Rd or Greenwood station. I am so tired of hearing the driver come on the P.A and saying "Good evening folks, I am sorry for the inconvenience but I have been notified that this car will be short turning at Kingston Rd" INCONVENIENCE MY ASS!! He sits there and apologizes to us all for something that happens every god damn night? Wait for the next one you say? HAHAHA I have tried that one, and after another 10 min of waiting i get on the next one and the chances are it will do the same thing because the others aren't far enough ahead to be running another on the same track to the same destination. So I am a TTC hater :)
I hate the smell of Sewer when i am trying to eat, I hate the speed the traffic moves along Queen street near my house, I hate how I pay for parking on Queen street and end up parking around the corner most of the time, I hate how BMW drivers take up 2 parking spots, I hate how people on the street car push and shove you, like hello? I don't want to share your lice, back the fuck off! I hate how I have to wash my windows and dust every other day because of the sand that pumps out of the street cars when they stop. I hate how some people are so ignorant they would rather cut you off then wait patiently for someone to let them in. Most of all, I HATE CAB DRIVERS!!! Where the fuck did they get their licences? Those assholes seem to think they can do whatever they want and drive however they want. I think that they forgot to put mirrors in the cabs when they were being built because in my eyes if they had mirrors then they would be able to see my bright yellow car as they cut in front of me!! Ahhhhh so that's what I hate and What I love, If you read carefully you will see that there are really only a few things that I dislike :) Cab drivers, TTC, Ignorant people and the sewer. All in All I could hate all those in a different place as well:) I love it here and I am here to stay!

Toronto

2008-05-19T12:35:00.000-04:00

Well here I am, after 27 long indecisive years, I find myself in the one place that makes me feel whole and like i am a real person, Toronto. I have awaited this day for a long time now, knowing that one day i would make the move into the "city of dreams" as a young child and a teenager I would often dream of one day moving to Toronto and finding myself, finding a career and finding a niche that suits me. I am here with my small but comfortable family, a few animals and a certain someone who tries to hate me.

A Typical Morning:

2008-05-15T22:46:00.000-04:00

Every morning I have the same routine, I wake up, make coffee, walk the dog, have a shower, feed the dog, put on my clothes, grab all of my things I will need for the day (MP3 player, my lunch, my shoes, makeup, hair brush, Blackberry) I throw it all into my 170 dollar designer hand bag just as my toast pops and I am out the door. I walk across the street jump on the street car (that costs 2.75 a ride) and blend in with the others on their way to the same place as I am, work. Here I am, 7.30 in the morning on my way to the "Wall Street" of Toronto. Yes, Bay and King. One should feel happy about their experience to work downtown of the biggest city in Canada. Not me, I am upset every morning while I am on my way to work.
I jump of the jammed street car at Younge Street, right outside of the Eaton Centre and walk the rest off the way. Some days I walk down Younge, others I will travel up Queen St a bit and take Bay. Just as I turn the corner I see it, I see what I have been dreading all morning. I see the devastation, the homeless sleeping on their chosen grates that sit over the subway system. Asleep with a few personal belongings. This makes me want to cry. Here I am with money, designer shoes and purses walking my way to work and the whole time I took everything I did this morning for granted. Some people don't get to do these wonderful things we all hate.
All of a sudden I hear "excuse me miss, could you spare some change for a coffee?" although I am pleased to hand over the only 2 dollars in my expensive purse, I am angry because they are saving for drugs and booze and the words of my boyfreind ring in my head "Angela, dont give them any money" then I ask myself "what is wrong with this fucking country?" Why is it that 40 dollars a month can keep alive my sponsor child in Africa along with her Mother and 2 brothers, but 40 dollars in this country couldn't get you a hot meal, a pack of smokes and a ride to and from work?
I have watched everyone walk by these poor souls who have nothing and they give them nothing. I am sure a lot of you are saying "they have done it to themselves" and you are right, the probably have, but what is wrong with giving them another chance at a decent life? If anyone can find an answer it, then you aren't worth anything yourself and you have probably lost your soul. I want to purpose a "penny drive" I want there to be a place where people can take their useless pennies, to give someone a better life, maybe, just maybe if everyone in Toronto dropped off 50 cents in pennies, then there could be a funding for a shelter to give them a place to eat and clean themselves up. I know there are shelters out there they can go but as each year passes they get shut down due to lack of funding.
So as you are on your way to work in the morning, take a look at what you have done up until this point, then take a look around you. Instead of ignoring the "rubbies" on the street, try saying hello, or reaching deep into your pockets and give a dime, then think, that if there was a place to put that dime away then you wouldn't have to ignore them, because they would be somewhere else, they would have a place to go.