Respect that .

"Number 77........number 78..............79.........80...." 

I went to the hospital with my dad today cause he needed to get a blood test and I well I was just bothered by a couple things. Or, I guess they just stood out in my crazy mind. 

Dad had to get a blood test in the hospital downtown, since he had a small surgery there a couple weeks and well we go and I sit down while he goes to the reception to check in and comes back with a number. A black piece of plastic with the number 77 on it. Next to me, there were other patients with different numbers, many of them with numbers before 77. We didn't really wait long, that wasn't the problem. I guess the problem was that it bothered me how patients, rather people were being represented by numbers. I know it is probably more efficient, and all that bullshit, but it all feels so...cold. I mean, in a hospital people feel SO vulnerable as is and to not be represented as people, but numbers makes things so impersonal. 

Shit, I don't even think its logical for it to bother me, but I mean it does. And it scares me because because my parents are getting older and as much as I try to be there, it scares me to think how they'll be treated when I can't be around. I don't want these stupid hospital workers poking and prodding at them, and at him, like he's nothing. Sigh. It just really bothered me and I really felt like taking my dads arm and leaving. I guess thats love though right? I just want him to be treated wonderfully. ...

Anyways, I guess I'll tell you about the McDonalds thing. We'll the whole family has been on this new regime of eating, eating better, though as mentioned before, dads the only one who really had to join the rest of us. But, anyways he felt like spoiling himself today, and after a couple months of not eating any fast food, I thought he deserved it. So, we go to McDonalds and from the time we were at the end of the line, to the time where we made our order, there was a group of family (looked like a mother and two older daughters) complaining. Their first complaint was that the burger on their Big Mac wasn't straight. So, the manager gave them a new burger post their complaint. The second complaint was that their fries we're getting "cold" (even though they ate half while waiting for their food), so again the manager threw out their two orders of fries and gave them a new set. Then, they went further to complain that their chicken sandwich was going to get cold if the Big Mac did not get there in 20 seconds. So, of course, they gave them ANOTHER chicken sandwich. 

That's two meals thrown out. It just really bothered me how rude they we're to the employees at McDonalds, at MCDONALDS. You get what you pay for and I mean are you seriously going to get angry about a burger not being straight on your bun? They have hands, they can fix it, if they can eat it. And, thats exactly it, they're going to eat it..what the hell does it matter if its not centered. Sigh. I guess its just a huge respect thing and I can't understand how people can be SO disrespectful. 

Bah. Those people can go suck a lemon. If I wasn't composed (bahaha) and polite..I would've given them the lemon myself. 

Anyways, I know I've been SO undedicated to my blog lately..I've had a lot of things on my mind..er which I guess means I really should be bloggin'..but ehn. 

Until the motor stops running, sleep well on that daisy. 

And it is...

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day about how growing up things have changed, we've both evolved, gained things; and lost things, and it got me thinking to what one thing I used to have that I don't anymore.

It also got me thinking, that it is really hard to narrow it down to one thing. I mean, I'd love to have the original Super Nintendo, with the Duck Hunt game and the classic Mario game, but I'm pretty sure we got rid of that when I was like..8, maybe.

At this point too, I'd also like to have the old gas prices we used to, back when I was a kid and exepensive would be like 52 cents, but knowing the era we live it now it'll never happen again.

Mmmm. I guess I could say that (as cheesy as it sounds) I kid of wish I still had that family bond I used to. I mean, I guess we, and by "we" I mean my family in general. We're all older now and be being the youngest, Im still a homebody, as much as I can't wait to move out, but my older sisters, kind of have a life of their own, an attitude of their own, and a superiority complex of their own, and I guess I miss being the youngest, and being really young cause those we're probably some of the best times I shared with my sisters.

Stupid things like burrying eachother in the sand, or me being the little sister they play pranks on, or whatever. Adulthood (ugh.) is great and everything with the whole "independence" shiz, but sometimes I want to go back to being like 7, and me and my sisters throwing our own basement fashion shows and fighting over the last slice of pizza. Now, its no fun, we all just give up the slice of pizza to eachother!

I know its a part of life, but sometimes growing up and changing, can suck!

What about you guys? Whats one (even though I obviously put more) thing that you used to have, that you don't anymore?

Alright, until next time mates, don't let them kids eat all the junkfood and wash those hubcaps!

Cheers:)

Hell, no I am not your booty call!

I am not your booty call damnit!!!

So, there definitely is a story to this that I am obviously going to share, since I'd like to say my identity is a secret and therefore I have no shame. Not that it's anything to have shame about, but  well it is just frustrating!! Okay, so I guess I'll give you the history, eww god I hate history. 

So, a friend of mine, lets call him Jack (even though I don't think it really fits). Well Jack and I have known each other for about a decade now and well let's just say me and Jack have been somewhat attracted to each other, but have never really followed through, since we both live a couple hours from each other and thus we both don't want to get into something complicated where long road visits are involved, etcetera. 

We'll last year, among our seldom visits a year with each other, Jack drove down and us being as broke as we we're just drove down to the beaches instead of lets say, going out for dinner, or coming over to my place where the rents would make things terribly awkward, since well, I don't like to introduce any of my guy friends cause well, its my personal life, the only thing I have left to myself, that they don't know about. I guess thats what you get for being the youngest daughter. Ugh. 

Moving on, well Jack decided that that night was going to be the night he made a move, and well, see I get nervous with people I might actually like, rather than...some one I'd meet at a party (oh god, I'm sounding like one of those girls)..okay, but no, I am not one of those girls who'll take home a guy, or go over to his place. Keep that in mind!! So well, after telling him how, well..if something were to happen, he'd better promise it wouldn't make things awkward. Thats, ask-able right? Well, things did get awkward, but thats a completely different story, for a completely other blog I'll never write. So well, I got home at five in the morning and that was the end of that night. 

A couple months later, Jack and I, and a couple other friends got a hotel room, and well, lets just say it was a repeat of the car between me and Jack... Fine, I was okay with it. Whatever happens in the hotel room, stays in the hotel room. Now, I was kind of beginning to think that, I really should, well I guess, resist if he makes a move so that he doesn't think our friendship is..all about that. Right? Thats definitely a smart plan, I thought. But, as a woman, with a pretty fly man in front of her, its pretty much easier said than done. But goddamnit I am paying for it now (but, with him ..I totally can't help it!!)

Jack decides to text me the other day..and well, the conversation went like this:

J: Fuuucccck I am bored

Me: Aw, well I'm eating dinner now but I'll try to entertain you when Im done

J: I'm stuck at school with no internet and no tv

Me: That sucks! go for a cruise or something

J: I was thinking of going home but that would cost a lot in gas

Me: Do'er up

J: Yeah but tha'd be the Wuss way out. What's your week look like

Me: My week? A whole lot of nothing

J: You should come and watch me study ; )

Me: Haha, if I drove, I maybe would but you know you probably wouldn't get any studying done. 

J: I don't know if this is awkward, but I'd totally come pick you up right now...

Um. Hello. No thank you, because I definitely know what that would mean. I mean, not that I am 100 percent opposed. Well, I guess I am oppossed, in the sense that our friendship isn't just about that. But I mean seriously, SERIOUSLY..I am not your booty call. Now see, I would've probably gone over, had that not clicked into my head. Why couldn't he have said something like...we should..hang out and um go to the movies, and then I'll drop you off home with my urges being contained. Pffft. What am I thinking. But seriously, I = not your booty call. Maybe only when I feel like it..BUT NO!

I thought you guys and gals might enjoy that. Maybe you've been in a somewhat similar position (I hope)..and have any particular and brilliant thoughts : D!

Until the apple seed leaves its nest, squeeze those lemons and fight them owls off!!

Cheers mates. 

Green P, saves the day.

So I definitely have not posted in a couple days. I was going to post last night, but then I got caught up watching Sex and the City (ugh..yes I am one of those girls..BUT only recently). In any case, my life has not been that exciting the past few days other than the odd walk to Starbuck's and batting golf balls in the park with some chums. 

I guess today was a little more interesting. The mom and I decided to go down to St. Lawrence Market, which is a little (well not really little) market in downtown Toronto where vendors sell everything from meat to cheese, to jewelry and more meat. Can't complain, I do love my meat and cheese. But anyways before actually being able to go food shopping, we needed to park. Luckily (or so we thought) there was a parking lot right across from the market asking for flat rate of 7 dollars. We decided it was a pretty alright deal, so we parked the car and went to the window to pay. There was a woman who was in charge..and well I can only describe her by one word: Bleep. That's right. Feel free to interpret that bleep in anyway you wish, as long as it has a negative connotation. I thought it might be more fun and creative for you to decide on the bleep then me saying it right out loud. But anyways, here is how the conversation went:

Me: "How much is parking?"

Her: "9 dollarz"

Me: "We'll I only have 7"

Her: (shrugs) "9 dollarz"

Me: "Well your sign says 7, its deceiving"

Her: "It iz not dezcieving. How zee hell is it dizcieving?" 

Me: "Um.. well your sign says 7 dollars and you're asking for 9"

Her: "Noh. The zign zays 7.46 plus tax. Where you go where they charge no tax? NO WHERE. Maybe you can go to zee other parking lot if you have a problem"

Me: "Maybe I will."

And I did. And I only had to pay 4 dollars. Thats right lady, if you're reading this, which you're probably not cause you're trapped in your stupid little box with your stupid little attitude, I went to the other parking lot, and paid less than half of what you decided you wanted to charge, thank you very much. 

Anyways, so the other parking lot is Green P, which I now love. I felt pretty good too cause there was a lady whose credit card wasn't being accepted by the machine, so I gave her change, a whole 3 dollars.  I'd say it was a pretty good Samaritan act. So, we were parked, happy and now it was time to go shop for meat, and cheese, and more cheese. Final tally was 50 bucks worth of food. But let me tell you what we got:

Herb and Garlic Havarti: totally melts in your mouth. 

Brie Cheese: mmm..so smooth. 

Cream Cheese with Chives: delicious. 

Olives stuffed with red pepper and feta cheese: Also VERY good. 

Capriollo: haven't tried that one, but dad loves it. 

Rosemary Ham: One word: heaven.

Sundried Tomato Turkey:  also heaven. 

4 hazelnut Truffles: worth the money.

All in all it was a pretty good fetch of food, definitely gonna dig into it tonight, as a midnight snack. Also, I've decided that when I move out of the house my downtown location will be around that area. I wanna be able to wake up in the afternoon, and go get some fresh fruit and cheese. I'll go every week and be recognized by all the little vendors who will know my "usual." That is my plan. OH and also, I've decided that when I do graduate, Im going to Australia to work (my Australian blogger of a friend will like this part). SO excited. 

Well I think thats all the interesting things I have to stay.."interesting." But if all of you are in the Toronto area (which first means you would have to be in Canada) go to St. Lawrence Market for some good fresh eatin.' OH and then go to Kensington Market for some good deals on original jewelry, clothing, oh and yes, there are more cheese and meat shops there too. 

Until the phone rings, go drink that glass of water and bake a pie. 

Cheers mates .

A treat, you'll want to meet.

Thought I would do something deliciously different. Dads been diagnosed with diabetes recently, so he's joined me and the rest of the girls in the health conscious eating plan and therefore we've of course been making him convert to the whole wheat pasta's, breads, crackers, cereal, low-fat junk food etc etc. This means that we've been eating a lot of salads, which I have to say I am ecstatic about. So today I am showing and giving you the recipe, forwhat I made for my lovely family for dinner, though we did have some steak on the side...but shh. (So, not my style of blog, but Im too proud not to share it = ) )

Summer Spinach and Pasta Salad 

This is what you'll need:

A box of Whole Wheat Pasta (you can do white pasta if you want)

4 ounces of feta cheese

1 handful of mushrooms, diced. 

1 red pepper

Black olives (as much or as little as you like)

1 bag of baby spinach, chopped up (makes it easier to mix in with the rest of the stuff)

3 table spoons of diced almonds

Balsamic Vinegar

Mayonnaise

Olive oil

Salt 

Pepper

1 garlic glove

Boil a pot of water and then pour the pasta in. While the water is boiling, wash your vegetables and begin to chop up the baby spinach leaves. Chop up the mushrooms and throw them in the bowl with the spinach. De-Seed your black olives and throw in the bowl as well, crumble your feta cheese into fine chunks. Strain the pasta upon completion and run under cold water to cool down, since this is a cold pasta salad. Once the pasta is cold, throw it in the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. Next, get a small pan and pour a dash of olive oil, and throw in the almonds, with the stove on medium. You just want to slightly roast your almond slices to give a little ZING to the pasta salad. Once they're roasted, throw them on top of the salad bowl. 

For the dressing, I found that a balsamic glaze works best with the combination of food. So you can use your discretion on how much or how little to use of Balsamic Vinegar since it does have a strong taste. But either way you want to mix olive oil (more olive oil than balsamic), with the balsamic, salt and pepper, 1 teaspoon of mayonnaise (to give it a nice creamy coating ability) and a glove of garlic (or garlic powder). Blend it all together, taste it..and you have your dressing. Throw it in the bowl, mix and enjoy!! 

diggin through the past.

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We will always love the first one; the one that loved us first.
We say we wont; but we do.
We say we can forget; but we cant.
We say we will, one day; but we don't ever.
Our friends tell us we're better; we are.
But we forget to tell ourselves.
Instead we fall back into our old routine; the first routine.
We hold our hearts close; to them and everything they love; everything we love.
It is a lie we tell ourselves; the belief that we will one day get over it.
We try not to fall; but we fall harder than imagined.
We sing ourselves lullabies to forget the things that hurt; the things we grieve.
Intense emotions ride over us; our common sense.
Try as we may to build ourselves up; but we're broken inside.
We love until we can't love anymore; we cry until there are no tears left.
We breathe until our last breath; but we forget to allow ourselves that pain.
We are not weak inside; but we attempt to justify our sadness as an excuse for our weaknesses.


Hey so, I totally was cleaning out my documents and found this from way back when..and from way back
when I mean from last year. I was a bit of a depresso, but I think its kind of , KIND OF, beautiful in some messed
up way.
Anyways, I know this is kind of like a second post for today, but writting a blog at 2 in the morning doesn't count.
And now that schools over, I can get back to writting blogs during the time owls are NOT out.

Even just 1 hour. ....

So after a long couple weeks of studying at Country Style, Starbucks, Swiss Chalet and the Library, me and my best survived and made it to the start of our summer. Along the way of course, food and coffee became our companions and our only mean of staying awake and motivated. Among the coffee cups we drank from--which tallied to a couple dozen--and courtesy of Country Style, we had fancy cups with thought provoking  sayings; this one of which was my favorite. We pretty much sat there for a couple minutes talking about them, instead of studying. But like I said, this one was my favorite. 

 I thought about it long and hard when I got home, because at Country Style my response was White Ninja who I completely understand is a fictional comic character, but he totally fits my weirdness and laughs at anything according to his comics..though that might actually mean I'd rather have lunch with the creator of White Ninja. In any case, I thought about it long and hard. I thought first of a famous person that I'd want to have lunch with, and if I had to chose I'd probably say Audrey Hepburn, mainly because she's who I believe, embellishes true beauty and class. But then I thought I'd definitely rather have lunch with someone who meant something more to me, and I thought about my grandpa. 

My grandpa passed away when I was two, I think, so of course I really don't remember anything about him. I only know what I've seen in pictures and what my mom has told me. And from what she's told me he really seemed like the kind of person I'd want to re-meet at an age I'd actually remember. My mom loved him to death, obviously and to this day, little things remind her of him, and she always makes a point to tell me about the little things he used to do Things like warming up milk and cookies for her in the middle of the night, picking her up and purting her on his knee, singing to her in the morning. I only wish that I could've seen that, that I could've had that from him. Everyone always has grandpa and grandma stories, and for me, unfortunately I wasn't lucky enough for that. If he's anything like my mom, I'm pretty sure I'd fall in love with him and be that granddaughter who would go and make/eat breakfast (or lunch ; ) ) at his place every Saturday. 

From the pictures I've seen, his face has been filled with such grace, happiness and kindness. I remember once that I fell in love with a picture of my mom and him, so much so that I blew it up, with a poem (cheesy, I know) and gave it to her for mothers day. She was all dolled up (I think it was her wedding day) and she was hugging him and his face had the most peaceful smile. He was so proud of her and so filled with joy. 

 

I can't stress enough how much I wish I could've had that with her dad. I mean I love my dad to death, but I think knowing the rest of your family is such a lucky thing to have and for me, the only extended grandpas and grandmas I got to know, was my dad's mom, and now she's passed away too. 

I guess I just wish I had him as part of my life. Even for one day. One hour. It would be a pretty sweet hour and I'm pretty sure we'd get along great. It makes it worse too when Mom tells me that he'd fall in love with me, and that I'd make him proud. Though, I guess things are the way they are for a reason. 

Anyways, thats who I would want to have lunch with. What about you chums? Who in the "whole-wide-world" would you want as a lunch date ? Ms. Piggy? John Lennon? Your great, great, great grandma?

Until the mind rumbles next, watch the geese and make some toast. 

cheers.