I don't have a story this week.
I've been living in my own mind for about six days now and frankly The Queen could cross my path and I probably wouldn't notice. I'm living off of about 4 hours of sleep a night (if I'm lucky), coffee and popcorn (except last night - I had steak. I'm hoping that gives me enough nutrients to make it to the weekend), and high hair buns (I mention this because hair makes me happy when I don't have to do it).
"Do you really have that much to do, Megan?" you might ask. The answer is probably not, but for whatever reason it feels like there's a mountain of horse poop teetering on a balance right in front of me and if I stay still for too long or forget one thing it's all going to fall on me and that would be it. I'll be covered in poop and I'll never feel clean again.
Anyway, life is good, I swear it's so awesome, but it's busy and I love but I hate it all at the same time.
Now that I think of it I do have a story. It happened late last week, but it's still current. I was walking from school to work and about to cross paths with the same homeless guy that I pass every single day. He sits there with his walker in the dirtiest clothes I've ever seen with his cap turned up for people to give him money - typical. So whatever I was just about to pass him when a guy in an SUV pulled up and offered the homeless man a cigarette. Well he jumped up so quick to grab that cigarette, mumbled a 'thank you' and was sitting down again fast enough that he still asked me for my money when I passed him literally two seconds later. The man in the SUV hadn't even driven away yet, that's how fast it was.
I probably got too mad about it and I probably gave him an angrier face than I meant to, but it just made me so mad. You can't even be grateful for two seconds before asking for something else. Greed, I question you.
That's really all I have to say tonight, I was not impressed at all.
Have a happy week everybody - it's almost officially fall.
M
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
Tuesday, 10 September 2013
Have you seen the hotdog man?...
Hello,
Funny story about today... well maybe it's not funny, but the mood I'm in is making me think it's hilarious.
It's hot outside. We all feel it. It didn't seem like it was going to be this morning, so a lot of people, myself included, dressed for cooler weather. We dealt with it, right? Striped off layers, had a cold drink... all the things you're supposed to do when you're hot.
What are the two things you didn't do today? Did you jump into a downtown fountain fully-clothed? No? Me neither. Did you accost a hotdog vendor for a free drink because you're "f*cking hot, man"? No? Me neither.
Apparently this is typical behaviour downtown. I seemed to be the only giving a "what the..." look to the two men who were walking through the fountain, and I was certainly the only one (aside from the shocked vendor) who gave a disgusted look to the seemingly drunk man cursing to get a free drink.
I try to be understanding. I really do. I try to see the good in everyone and see things from both sides of the fence and all the other garbage second grade teachers teach us is necessary to be a good person. But I can't for the life of me understand some people. I know it's part of life to take the good with bad, the happy with the sad, blah blah blah, but this is unreal.
I don't get people who feel like they can do whatever they want and that the world owes them something. The world doesn't owe you anything unless it wants to owe the rest of us something as well. Period.
Maybe I'm being insensitive. Maybe I'm just jaded. I don't see how it became acceptable to ask people for freebies. I feel the same way about panhandlers and people like that; what are you doing that makes you think you deserve a handout? If you're going to be standing on the side of the road with your hand out every day, maybe put your time to good use and learn to play an instrument. Or a bucket turned upside down like a drum. Be creative. Do something that will make people think that you're actually working for their money. I would never in a million years think to ask a stranger for their money or anything that belongs to them. I feel bad enough going to my parents and asking them for money (not that I don't from time to time).
Anyway, again, maybe this is all insensitive of me. Maybe I missed the memo that said we’re all supposed to give people things. Maybe when I was working in retail I was supposed to let those girls hide clothes in their bags and just walk out of the store with them. Maybe when I was working in a restaurant I should have given people food for free just because they didn’t feel like paying. Maybe now that I’m working in an industry that bills people monthly, I should just let them know that they don’t have to pay this month or next or the one after that just ‘cause. Same mentality, right?
I guess all that I really have to say is people work hard for their money. I know this from experience. I don't go to school all day and work all night to walk outside and hand out the little bit of extra cash I have to someone who sits around all day. I have no problem giving to charity, or to buskers, or balloon artists for that matter, they just have to do something, that's really all I can say.
Thank you for reading my rant.
M
PS - on a side note, I'd like to tell a funny story that my grandpa told me. One day, years ago, he was walking out of the CBC building and a homeless man approached him and said, "Do you have any money?" He extended his hand, expecting my grandpa to give him some change, but instead my grandpa said, "Of course I do. Do I look poor?" He continued on his way (a little quicker than usual) and left the homeless man in shock. I wonder where I get my attitude from... :)
Funny story about today... well maybe it's not funny, but the mood I'm in is making me think it's hilarious.
It's hot outside. We all feel it. It didn't seem like it was going to be this morning, so a lot of people, myself included, dressed for cooler weather. We dealt with it, right? Striped off layers, had a cold drink... all the things you're supposed to do when you're hot.
What are the two things you didn't do today? Did you jump into a downtown fountain fully-clothed? No? Me neither. Did you accost a hotdog vendor for a free drink because you're "f*cking hot, man"? No? Me neither.
Apparently this is typical behaviour downtown. I seemed to be the only giving a "what the..." look to the two men who were walking through the fountain, and I was certainly the only one (aside from the shocked vendor) who gave a disgusted look to the seemingly drunk man cursing to get a free drink.
I try to be understanding. I really do. I try to see the good in everyone and see things from both sides of the fence and all the other garbage second grade teachers teach us is necessary to be a good person. But I can't for the life of me understand some people. I know it's part of life to take the good with bad, the happy with the sad, blah blah blah, but this is unreal.
I don't get people who feel like they can do whatever they want and that the world owes them something. The world doesn't owe you anything unless it wants to owe the rest of us something as well. Period.
Maybe I'm being insensitive. Maybe I'm just jaded. I don't see how it became acceptable to ask people for freebies. I feel the same way about panhandlers and people like that; what are you doing that makes you think you deserve a handout? If you're going to be standing on the side of the road with your hand out every day, maybe put your time to good use and learn to play an instrument. Or a bucket turned upside down like a drum. Be creative. Do something that will make people think that you're actually working for their money. I would never in a million years think to ask a stranger for their money or anything that belongs to them. I feel bad enough going to my parents and asking them for money (not that I don't from time to time).
Anyway, again, maybe this is all insensitive of me. Maybe I missed the memo that said we’re all supposed to give people things. Maybe when I was working in retail I was supposed to let those girls hide clothes in their bags and just walk out of the store with them. Maybe when I was working in a restaurant I should have given people food for free just because they didn’t feel like paying. Maybe now that I’m working in an industry that bills people monthly, I should just let them know that they don’t have to pay this month or next or the one after that just ‘cause. Same mentality, right?
I guess all that I really have to say is people work hard for their money. I know this from experience. I don't go to school all day and work all night to walk outside and hand out the little bit of extra cash I have to someone who sits around all day. I have no problem giving to charity, or to buskers, or balloon artists for that matter, they just have to do something, that's really all I can say.
Thank you for reading my rant.
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M
PS - on a side note, I'd like to tell a funny story that my grandpa told me. One day, years ago, he was walking out of the CBC building and a homeless man approached him and said, "Do you have any money?" He extended his hand, expecting my grandpa to give him some change, but instead my grandpa said, "Of course I do. Do I look poor?" He continued on his way (a little quicker than usual) and left the homeless man in shock. I wonder where I get my attitude from... :)
Friday, 6 September 2013
Good, bad, and decent
Hello there,
This week's post won't be nearly as interesting as last week's, mostly because this week has been crazy and I haven't really had a second to pay attention to life outside of school and my head. What I can say about this week is that too many people walk aide-by-side, four to a line on the sidewalk. Oh my Gosh, I thought I was going to rip the heads of a group of four girls who refused to make room for the people coming toward them on Princess Street, causing the oncoming people (me) to step into the busy traffic to continue along their way. Note to those girls - MOVE IT OR LOSE IT(!!!) figuratively, of course.
Another note on the wonderfulness of downtown, on the way to the car after school today, my firneds and I followed a disgusting trail of eaten chicken wings. They were just sitting there on the sidewalk waiting for some innocent puppy to come along, eat them, and choke. Not cool, low life who left them there. Be ashamed of yourself.
If you haven't yet noticed, I'm a little bit on edge today. It's Friday, I should be happy, and I will be in 30 minutes when I go home to watch Harry Potter for the rest of the night. Seriously, I cannot wait.
To lighten the mood a little bit here, I'll tell a nice story. Yesterday on my bus ride home from work I was lucky enough to get a seat that allowed me to close my eyes and drift in and out for the entire ride home. I was sitting beside a young guy who was listening to his music and staring out the window. Now, usually bus rides are long and conversational-less, but last night, just before this guy got off the bus, he looked at me and said, "I'm not trying to be creepy... you have a nice looking profile." Now, who doesn't love to hear a random compliment like that?! I responded in my usual awkward way - confused face and "Oh? Thank you."
Anyway, it was really nice to hear, and made me feel a little bit better about "bus people".
I hope you all have fabulous weekends and sleep a lot; if this week has been any indication of what the rest of the year is going to be, we're all goingto need as much sleep as we can. Whenever and wherever we can get it!
M
This week's post won't be nearly as interesting as last week's, mostly because this week has been crazy and I haven't really had a second to pay attention to life outside of school and my head. What I can say about this week is that too many people walk aide-by-side, four to a line on the sidewalk. Oh my Gosh, I thought I was going to rip the heads of a group of four girls who refused to make room for the people coming toward them on Princess Street, causing the oncoming people (me) to step into the busy traffic to continue along their way. Note to those girls - MOVE IT OR LOSE IT(!!!) figuratively, of course.
Another note on the wonderfulness of downtown, on the way to the car after school today, my firneds and I followed a disgusting trail of eaten chicken wings. They were just sitting there on the sidewalk waiting for some innocent puppy to come along, eat them, and choke. Not cool, low life who left them there. Be ashamed of yourself.
If you haven't yet noticed, I'm a little bit on edge today. It's Friday, I should be happy, and I will be in 30 minutes when I go home to watch Harry Potter for the rest of the night. Seriously, I cannot wait.
To lighten the mood a little bit here, I'll tell a nice story. Yesterday on my bus ride home from work I was lucky enough to get a seat that allowed me to close my eyes and drift in and out for the entire ride home. I was sitting beside a young guy who was listening to his music and staring out the window. Now, usually bus rides are long and conversational-less, but last night, just before this guy got off the bus, he looked at me and said, "I'm not trying to be creepy... you have a nice looking profile." Now, who doesn't love to hear a random compliment like that?! I responded in my usual awkward way - confused face and "Oh? Thank you."
Anyway, it was really nice to hear, and made me feel a little bit better about "bus people".
I hope you all have fabulous weekends and sleep a lot; if this week has been any indication of what the rest of the year is going to be, we're all goingto need as much sleep as we can. Whenever and wherever we can get it!
M
Thursday, 29 August 2013
Pick a theme, any theme
Well I'll pick a theme, alright! It's not like I've had a full summer to pick one or anything... Oh wait. Well once again procrastination got to me and between all the fun, exciting days summer I've let yet another thing slip through my fingers. No bother, I have a good theme. A theme everyone living in the city can relate to. A theme everyone talks about, complains about, they even throw up their arms in sheer frustration at the very thought of this theme. Yes, that's right; I'm talking about downtown and all the lovely awesomeness that comes along with it.
Ok, ok so maybe not everyone has as big of a problem with downtown as I do, but when you've been stalked off a bus, hip-checked into a building, asked for the little bit of change you've kept for a Tim Hortons coffee on a cold winter's day, and called just about every name from baby to... well you know, another ‘B’ word that's not so friendly, you too would hate walking the streets of downtown.
There are great things about downtown, don't get me wrong; The Forks is one of my favourite places in Winnipeg and the MTS Centre has always been a fun time, but if I can control it I try to avoid being downtown as much as I can.
So this is my new theme, I'm going to write about my downtown experiences. I’ll make sure to include both good and bad experiences because, really, there are some fabulous things that happen downtown. Like this spring when I was walking to work from school I stepped on some ice and fell flat on my stomach. Five people came out of nowhere, helped me up, and made sure I was alright. I was stunned to say the least and my perspective of downtown was, from that point on, changed.
I’ve always disliked being in downtown Winnipeg. Ever since I was eight and was cornered by a middle-aged drunk man who wanted my nonexistent money. I was sitting there, minding my own business when he approached me and asked for two dollars. My grandma just about punched him in the throat for getting that close to my face. Needless to say, from that point on my views were forever changed.
Yes, I’m overreacting and yes, it’s dumb to hold on to that forever, but everyone has places they don’t like and downtown is that place for me.
So hold on to your hats, folks because I’ve got some funny, scary, and silly stories for you!
Until next time,
M
Ok, ok so maybe not everyone has as big of a problem with downtown as I do, but when you've been stalked off a bus, hip-checked into a building, asked for the little bit of change you've kept for a Tim Hortons coffee on a cold winter's day, and called just about every name from baby to... well you know, another ‘B’ word that's not so friendly, you too would hate walking the streets of downtown.
There are great things about downtown, don't get me wrong; The Forks is one of my favourite places in Winnipeg and the MTS Centre has always been a fun time, but if I can control it I try to avoid being downtown as much as I can.
So this is my new theme, I'm going to write about my downtown experiences. I’ll make sure to include both good and bad experiences because, really, there are some fabulous things that happen downtown. Like this spring when I was walking to work from school I stepped on some ice and fell flat on my stomach. Five people came out of nowhere, helped me up, and made sure I was alright. I was stunned to say the least and my perspective of downtown was, from that point on, changed.
I’ve always disliked being in downtown Winnipeg. Ever since I was eight and was cornered by a middle-aged drunk man who wanted my nonexistent money. I was sitting there, minding my own business when he approached me and asked for two dollars. My grandma just about punched him in the throat for getting that close to my face. Needless to say, from that point on my views were forever changed.
Yes, I’m overreacting and yes, it’s dumb to hold on to that forever, but everyone has places they don’t like and downtown is that place for me.
So hold on to your hats, folks because I’ve got some funny, scary, and silly stories for you!
Until next time,
M
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Just a little travel advice
Ok, so I'll be honest here, pretty much everyone who knows me is looking at this title and thinking to themselves "Why the heck would she give advice on how to travel?!" And it's true. I pack too much, whether my bag is going to make it past the scales uncharged is always a guessing game, I stress out, make lists of everything I'm packing, and almost always forget something (and it's usually a toothbrush).
What they don’t realize though is that when I get wherever it is that I'm going I'm fully prepared for whatever sort of adventure is thrown my way. Impromptu dinner party? Yeah, I have a dress for that. Midnight run on the beach? Guess what! I have runners for that. Semi-formal, hipster-themed, high-heeled party? Yep, yep, yep. I have all the necessities for that as well.
So this weekend M, A, R, and I are going on a road trip to Thunder Bay for my beautiful cousin's 40th birthday. I haven't been out to Thunder Bay in years and I'm so excited to go. So, of course, I've been looking through my closet and writing out all the different outfit choices I'll need to bring on this 4 day, 3 night trip.
First day: Travel outfit / party wear for my cousin's party
Second day: Workout clothes / touristy outfit (I love being the tourist and I know we'll be going to the Amethyst mines this day, so it's perfect!) / dinner wear
Third day: Workout clothes (I can't rewear them... that's gross) / dress for marina viewing / dinner wear
Fourth day: Workout clothes / travel wear
So right there that's 10 outfits. 10 outfits for a 4 day trip. Yeah, yeah I know some of you are looking at this like I'm crazy, but think about it practically. It's a vacation - who doesn't like to dress up while on vacation?
Ok, so I promised some travel guide advise, and I'm getting to it, I swear!
The best advice I can give to anyone who's travelling is as follows:
1- Check the tires on your rolling suitcase before you leave for the trip (oh and I guess purchase a rolling suitcase, if you don't have one already). When we went to Florida this February one of my wheels broke and it was impossible to lug that suitcase around. My dad says it's probably because there was too much weight in the suitcase, but I ask you this: what would you have done if you went to Harry Potter world? You would've loaded up on Potter gear too, don't lie.
2- Only bring what's necessary. Does this contradict this whole post? No. Everything I've taken on all of my trips has been absolutely necessary. For example, some people told me that bringing 5 different types of sunscreen to Jamaica in 2012 was overkill, but guess what... I came back with the most even (and surprisingly NOT lobster-red) tan.
3- Don't forget your toothbrush. I bought myself a travel toothbrush that stays in my toiletry bag at all times because I always forgot to pack a toothbrush.
4- Carry-ons are great. Always pack the most important things in your carry-on, because you just never know. I put hand sanitizer, an extra pair of underwear, medication, vitamins, camera, phone, wallet, jewelry, and anything else I'm afraid to lose (BTW if you're afraid to lose something on a trip - just don't bring it, save yourself the stress) in my carry-on.
5- If you're roadtrip-ing, pack snacks. Road trips are such a great way to save money and have some adventures along that way. So do yourself a favour and pack snack for the road. Save yourself some more money and give yourself the opportunity to make stops for walks instead of just to get some food.
There are probably a million other things I would suggest to anyone going on a trip in the near future, but these are just a few that have stuck in my mind.
I'm so excited to go to Thunder Bay this weekend. I can't wait to see my family, relax, and have fun.
I hope you all have a great week :)
M
What they don’t realize though is that when I get wherever it is that I'm going I'm fully prepared for whatever sort of adventure is thrown my way. Impromptu dinner party? Yeah, I have a dress for that. Midnight run on the beach? Guess what! I have runners for that. Semi-formal, hipster-themed, high-heeled party? Yep, yep, yep. I have all the necessities for that as well.
So this weekend M, A, R, and I are going on a road trip to Thunder Bay for my beautiful cousin's 40th birthday. I haven't been out to Thunder Bay in years and I'm so excited to go. So, of course, I've been looking through my closet and writing out all the different outfit choices I'll need to bring on this 4 day, 3 night trip.
First day: Travel outfit / party wear for my cousin's party
Second day: Workout clothes / touristy outfit (I love being the tourist and I know we'll be going to the Amethyst mines this day, so it's perfect!) / dinner wear
Third day: Workout clothes (I can't rewear them... that's gross) / dress for marina viewing / dinner wear
Fourth day: Workout clothes / travel wear
So right there that's 10 outfits. 10 outfits for a 4 day trip. Yeah, yeah I know some of you are looking at this like I'm crazy, but think about it practically. It's a vacation - who doesn't like to dress up while on vacation?
Ok, so I promised some travel guide advise, and I'm getting to it, I swear!
The best advice I can give to anyone who's travelling is as follows:
1- Check the tires on your rolling suitcase before you leave for the trip (oh and I guess purchase a rolling suitcase, if you don't have one already). When we went to Florida this February one of my wheels broke and it was impossible to lug that suitcase around. My dad says it's probably because there was too much weight in the suitcase, but I ask you this: what would you have done if you went to Harry Potter world? You would've loaded up on Potter gear too, don't lie.
2- Only bring what's necessary. Does this contradict this whole post? No. Everything I've taken on all of my trips has been absolutely necessary. For example, some people told me that bringing 5 different types of sunscreen to Jamaica in 2012 was overkill, but guess what... I came back with the most even (and surprisingly NOT lobster-red) tan.
3- Don't forget your toothbrush. I bought myself a travel toothbrush that stays in my toiletry bag at all times because I always forgot to pack a toothbrush.
4- Carry-ons are great. Always pack the most important things in your carry-on, because you just never know. I put hand sanitizer, an extra pair of underwear, medication, vitamins, camera, phone, wallet, jewelry, and anything else I'm afraid to lose (BTW if you're afraid to lose something on a trip - just don't bring it, save yourself the stress) in my carry-on.
5- If you're roadtrip-ing, pack snacks. Road trips are such a great way to save money and have some adventures along that way. So do yourself a favour and pack snack for the road. Save yourself some more money and give yourself the opportunity to make stops for walks instead of just to get some food.
There are probably a million other things I would suggest to anyone going on a trip in the near future, but these are just a few that have stuck in my mind.
I'm so excited to go to Thunder Bay this weekend. I can't wait to see my family, relax, and have fun.
I hope you all have a great week :)
M
Monday, 10 June 2013
Curly hair dilemmas
If you have curly hair, you can relate to title of this post.
You know what it's like to get your hair wet in the middle of the day and be miserable for the rest of the day because your hair is ruined. You know how annoying it is to check on your hair until it dries and be disappointed with that one little strand that just couldn't cooperate and copy all the other strands. You know how awesome it feels when it's humid and you can feel your hair spontaneously growing as the day wears on.
Having curly is like being in a cult. Curly-haired people know what it's like to have untamable locks, and when we see another curly-haired person having a bad hair day, we can't help but feel a little twang of hurt for them (and relief that it's someone else this time around).
Where am I going with this?
Oh right. Products.
I was always worried about having a disasterous curly hair day until I found this product:
Marc Anthony Strictly Curls. It's amazing. I love it. My hair looks naturally tamed. It's not sticky or too hairspray-like like so many other curl enhancers that are out there today. It smells like lemons. And, and this is the best part, you only have to use a little for it to work.
I have very thick hair; like very thick. My hair stylist always tells me that my hair's so beautiful, but she feels bad for my head because it probably never gets enough oxygen. But this product seems to cover it all. Even with just a little dollop in my palm my whole head is curly and worry-free.
I just needed to tell people about this fab product. I really hope that it'll continue to work as the weather gets hotter and more humid... stay tuned!
M
You know what it's like to get your hair wet in the middle of the day and be miserable for the rest of the day because your hair is ruined. You know how annoying it is to check on your hair until it dries and be disappointed with that one little strand that just couldn't cooperate and copy all the other strands. You know how awesome it feels when it's humid and you can feel your hair spontaneously growing as the day wears on.
Having curly is like being in a cult. Curly-haired people know what it's like to have untamable locks, and when we see another curly-haired person having a bad hair day, we can't help but feel a little twang of hurt for them (and relief that it's someone else this time around).
Where am I going with this?
Oh right. Products.
I was always worried about having a disasterous curly hair day until I found this product:
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| allure |
I have very thick hair; like very thick. My hair stylist always tells me that my hair's so beautiful, but she feels bad for my head because it probably never gets enough oxygen. But this product seems to cover it all. Even with just a little dollop in my palm my whole head is curly and worry-free.
I just needed to tell people about this fab product. I really hope that it'll continue to work as the weather gets hotter and more humid... stay tuned!
M
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
Rusty
I just wanted to write a little blog about my Rusty dog. There isn't much to say because everybody who knows me knows that I love him to death. He's my first little baby and I just can't believe how much I love him, but who wouldn't with a face like that?
This weekend M and I took Rusty for a walk through the Quarry and we saw some fox. It was so funny because they looked just like Rusty did when he was a little baby. Everybody always asks (jokingly, of course) if rusty is a fox because of the similiarities... so naturally we call him our little fox.
Well here are some other pictures of Rusty because who doesn't like to look at an adorable little face?!
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| Sleepy baby |
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| He's a wild one! |
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| Let me in!!! |
Cheers!
M
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