Komm gibt mir deine Hand

On my way home tonight I walked by this place that sells eyeglasses, can't think of what those places are called right now - not at work, brain is mush - and they had this terrible typewritten though unprofessional sign in the window. Currently along Roncesvalles, there is major construction happening, which has been the case for like a year probably. So, some of the businesses are suffering as a result, but most are still getting walk-in traffic, naturally. So they had this sign up that said something like "Top ten reasons we like the constractions along Roncesvalles." I don't remember exactly what it said, but it DEFINITELY had the (non-)word constractions in it. I will have to take a picture of it or something. And again, can't remember everything the list said, but a few were as follows:

1) "We don't have to dress up to go to work (fitness close [sic] is fine)" This one bothers me on a few levels. Just because there is constractions, why is this a reason to dress down? And fitness clothes? Why fitness? What would possess the staff to choose fitness inspired fashions? And lastly, CLOSE, i.e. CLOTHES??!? Shut right up.

2) Ah shit that's all I can remember. Definitely taking a picture/bringing a notebook for my way by tomorrow.

They're brown so it's ok

Our kitchen at work is always well stocked with brown paper towels. You know the kind, they're always folded neatly in a rectangular manner and in elementary school they used them to distribute the pizza on Pizza Day and they were what you dried your hands with in the washroom. My colleague informed me the other day that he uses a LOT of these. His rationale: they're brown, so it's ok.

Emotional eating

Last weekend Bron and I were indulging in some breakfast in the morning hours. Or, it was probably early afternoon. After two heaping bowls of Mini-Wheats and four or maybe even five pieces of cinnamon toast:

Me: Are you emotional eating?
Bron: No. Maybe.

Brutal. Anyway, so yesterday I was engaging in a bit of emotional eating myself. It was an upsettlingly boring day at the office, so on my lunch I went to my local 7-11 and bought 20 of those 5-cent gummie candies and three caramels. I probably should have only bought about 5 of those gummies. After about 15 of them, my stomach just shut down and wouldn't let me eat anymore. Wah wahhh. I was able to plow through all the caramels though. I'm seriously probably going to have about eight cavities after yesterday's escapades. I'm sorry my precious teeth.

Cheesiest thing EVAR

I was walking with my yoga mat to yoga the other night and an old man walked by me and said, “You on a roll?” Wow, old people love to lay on the cheeeze.

Camp

Growing up, I used to go to camp in Port Sydney, ON (think Huntsville), throughout the span of about eight years. Friggin loved it. Didn't want to stop going. But also didn't really want to become a counselor.

Every time it was someone's birthday at camp, everyone in the dining hall (imagine 300 or so kids and a bunch of counselors) would sing Happy Birthday and directly afterwards sing the camp birthday song, that went like so,
"Skip around the dining hall,
skip around the dining hall,
skip around the dining hall, skip, skip, skip."
(not at all kidding) Then the poor birthday boy or girl would have to, you guessed it, skip around the dining hall, while everyone was singing this song.

I used to thank the lord it was never my birthday when I went to camp. I was horrified by this simple act of birthday fun.

Praying for your digits

Today at lunch I saw one of those dumb WWF people or whatever outside some shops on Bloor trying to get me to give them money. Of course they didn’t even dare speak to me what with the Suzie Ontario scowl on my face, etc. but I did happen to see a prescription bag on the ground from Shoppers. When I first saw it I thought maybe it still had something inside – looked “full” – but upon further inspection was just an empty bag. An EMPTY bag, with someone’s full contact and prescription details printed on the front. Man litterbugs are stupid. You know what I shoulda done? Picked that bag right up, called him with the convenient information I was provided and told him, Thanks for littering Johnny Toronto. Didn’t hide it very well with your full RX details lying right in front of my face on BLOOR ST!!!!

Those WWF people should have taken that opportunity to call him up with the same found details and pester him for money.

Two seconds later I walked into Cobs Bread to get a lovely dose of Cape Seed and noted the excellent musical selection of Praying for Time by George Michael blanketing the bakery in a sea of 80s-ness.

This ain't the '60s

This same thing happened to be personally – driver went in to get coffee, left a whole morning bus full of people waiting. Love what the driver in this article says though.

In other news, remember Duckies? No, not these. My god. My cousins used to have a pair in every colour, I swear. I was so jealous. I especially loved a turquoise pair. Why have these simply vanished? Yes, Sporto is making them, but they're really not the same. And of course Tory Burch, but too much mools.