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| 01:23pm 03/07/2009 |
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Ahhhhhh!
I'd be so proud of myself and all the hard work I've put into planning the Beginning Teachers Summer Institute, BUT there's one last thing that's dragging me down.
Sorry, two more things.
I'm not going to even go into how much stuff I've had to do to pull this all together and if the permits department or catering fuck this up for me I'm going to loose my cool 10 fold.
This year the Beginning Teachers Summer Institute is being held at 26 different schools around Toronto.
They are in August, therefore I need permits for each school.
I called the permits office to see if they could send me the application electronically since I have to do 33 permits.
They tell me no, I have to write them all out by hand.
Since I had so many they told me to send it in the mail cos the fax would be a bitch for 60 pages.
So I did, on JUNE 4th.
I've been getting calls from principals saying they haven't received any permits. Only one of the school's permits was faxed back to me with the okay.
So I emailed this lady from permits I'd been dealing with asking here what's the status with my 32 other permits. Bitch never emails me back.
So I call the head office asking what's up. They tell me they never got them, probably in their pile of mail. AWESOME.
They asked me to fax it to them.
It was a huge pain, but I did.
I told that lady I'd call to confirm she got all of them.
I called her back as soon as the summary fax page came through.
Of course, no answer. So I left a message stressing how urgent it is because Friday (which was the next day) is my last day and I'm off for the summer.
Still no phone call.
I just called back. Same deal.
Number two....
Catering.
I've given Hannah (the cater) over a month to tell me which schools she can't cater out of the 26. Every time I call her, "Oh I'll have to call you in a few days because we're not sure yet."
And I've always said my last day is July 3rd. DO NOT leave it to last minute.
Well seeing as how it's July 3rd, it is last minute. VERY last minute.
Called her over an hour ago and was told she'd call me back in 10/20 minutes. Still hasn't called.
FUCK.
She's actually going to leave me with a couple hours to figure out what the fuck I'm going to do with the schools she can't cater.
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| 11:07am 30/06/2009 |
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When living down town Toronto plus having a dog means you need to make certain sacrifices. Such as not spending $12 on a show to see one band.
A friend of both Taylor and I, Jeff was playing a show yesterday in Toronto and wanted us to come.
Reasons for not going:
a) doors were at 5pm, and I don't get home till 5:30pm.
b) can't leave Charlie alone that early. Especially when she needs to eat at 6/6:30.
c) the weather was ultra crummy witch meant we'd have to transit to the show instead of riding or walking.
d)it was $12 a person. Meaning $24 for the two of us.
That $24 can go towards more important things like, groceries, pet insurance for the month, laundry, bills, rent etc..
I emailed him and told him I was sorry for not coming, but I'd rather actually get to hang with him coming over for dinner or something, rather than us watch him on stage for 20 minutes or so.
I hope he understands.
Not like the text Taylor got a month ago where Jeff thought we hated him cos we hadn't spoke to him in a while.
When really it was cos we JUST got a puppy.
Ah well.
Anyone wanna come over Canada Day (tomorrow) for movie fest at my place with Charlie and I?
And if it clears up I want to go down to the Harbour Front for free canoe rides! |
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| 12:42pm 25/06/2009 |
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Today is my work's BBQ.
I'm not even apart of the social committee, but they asked me for a bunch of favours and I did them. Instead of taking breaks this week, I was running errands to help them put on this BBQ.
I just lined up for some grub only to be told there were no more veggie burgs once I reached the front of the line.
Awesome.
I placed my order for the veggie burg over a week ago.
Thought they did that so they can order the appropriate amount.
"Aw, sorry Maria. We're out of veggie burgers. Are you strictly vegetarian?"
"Yep."
"Oh bummer. Want a sausage?"
(Please note he's totally serious.)
"You mean from the sausage tree?"
"Oh right."
Didn't bring a lunch today due to the BBQ. Plus the cafe is closed because it.
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| 10:16am 22/06/2009 |
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Crazy weekend.
Friday was Danielle's surprise party and it was rad.
I had such a great time. And the pie was a hit! :)
Saturday due to the rain, it was a lazy day.
We took Charlie out to Bikes On Wheels so Sean could meet her, then headed over to the Taste Of Italy Festival.
We were planning on going to Deena and Rob's party, but were way too pooped.
Yesterday was beautiful out.
Headed up town for my Dad's birthday/Father's Day.
Got to spend time with my grandparents, cousins and such.
Then rushed back down town to hang out with Ben.
Charlie was mega tired so we all hung out in the tour bus while Charlie took a nap.
We ended up bringing her back home, and left her there while we went back to see the show. It's crazy to think I've been going to see Dillinger play since I was 16. Made me realize I don't listen to half as much hardcore as I used to.
During the day Taylor kept making comments jokingly about Ben and I being in love. It totally offended me.
Taylor then admitted he's not a jealous guy but he just doesn't understand the relationship Ben and I have.
I explained Ben and I have been friends for years. We don't have that chemistry. We strictly have always been friends. I consider him family.
For years, no matter where in the world he was on tour, I could call him and vent if I was feeling shitty or just wanted to talk. He's always been that kind of great friend.
Then Taylor brought up the point of maybe we just never had the chance to see if we could be more than friends. Which isn't true. There definitely have been times where we were both unattached. It's just not there. We will always be just friends.
I remember when Christian and I were together he totally hated Ben and forbidden me to have any contact with him. It was so stupid. But I won't even get into that.
Anyway, Taylor does like Ben a lot and enjoys every time we all hang.
All in all, a great weekend.
However, I didn't get a chance to meet up with Nate, his fiancé, and Jorge.
They all went to the Tattoo Convention after party at Circa. Not really my thing. I'm sure I'll see them again sometime soon. |
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| 04:02pm 18/06/2009 |
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Tonight
* Go to Honest Ed's to find something to make a costume with for Deena's going away party.
* Make pies.
* Hang outs with Caroline.
Friday
* Danielle's surprise party.
Saturday
* My pop's birthday.
* Taste of Italy street festival.
* Hang with Taylor's folks.
* Friends from England and Montreal in town for tattoo convention.
* Deena's going away party
Sunday
* Head up town for Father's Day & birthday BBQ
* Try and make it back down town for Steve's baseball birthday. |
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| 03:50pm 18/06/2009 |
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As you may or may not have read in previous entries, my down stairs neighbours are complete douche bags.
From stealing our laundry to being as rude as can be.
At 6am this morning (like every morning) I took Charlie out for business time.
She knows that the sooner she finishes the sooner she'll get breakfast. So she's always really fast. We were out there for no more than 5 minutes.
I don't lock the door because I'm right there on the front lawn so there's no point.
Anyway, I walk back up the stairs, go to open the door but it's locked.
I got confused because I know I didn't lock the door and I know no one left the house cos I was standing right there.
I buzz for Taylor to come let me in, and a minute later the down stairs neighbours are on their way out.
"I guess the door was jammed or something cos I couldn't get it open."
The chick replies with "No, I locked it."
She would have been able to see me through the big glass window on the door that I was right outside. And it's not like she was leaving to go anywhere cos the door never opened. She just locked it on me to be a bitch.
When I asked "Why would you lock the door if I was standing just outside?"
She and her dick head boyfriend/husband ignore my question and walk on.
As I get up the stairs Taylor is standing there. He heard everything. "I'm going to throw a brick through their window if they don't grow up."
Seriously. I work with elementary school kids who are more mature than them.
In other news, I'm joining a soft ball league. Every Thursday night at Trinity Bellwoods. It's $40 for the season. If you're interested let me know.
May I point out how terrible at base/soft ball I am.
It wasn't until this past winter when I hit my very first ball at a bating cage. I predict I will be doing a lot of bench warming and lemonade drinking.
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| 04:01pm 17/06/2009 |
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Gosh, I've been venting like crazy lately.
But I saw this photo and I couldn't resist the urge to freak out.
This is a Brindle Great Dane, just like my Charlie.
It upsets me beyond belief that anyone would get their dogs ears cropped or tails cut.
IT IS MUTILATION!
Gotta love people who will let their dog suffer cos they're not aesthetically pleased enough with the way the pup looks naturally.
It's disgusting.
But this photo makes me happy.
I can't wait for Charlie to grow!
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| 04:09pm 15/06/2009 |
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Taylor pointed out something to me yesterday when we were down at the harbour front. People freak out over Charlie. They love her, think she's the cutest thing, and ask us what breed cos they want one too.
When we tell them she's a great dane their tone totally changes. "oh. okay. never mind."
oh so now she's not so cute anymore?
you wouldn't be able to adopt and love a dog of her breed?
It's just funny how many people we encounter on a daily basis who think they're dog experts.
Fuck them.
Last week I was over at Carte Blanche visiting Hannah, when Taylor called me to tell me he was home early but forgot his keys. By the time I reached home I could tell he was annoyed. At first I thought it was cos of the keys, but he told me how there was this woman in the park he got into an argument with.
Apparently she started yelling from the other end of the park for Taylor to get Charlie out of the park. Saying how dogs aren't allowed.
Taylor pointed out to the Toronto Parks sign were it shows that dogs are very much allowed.
She starts yelling at Taylor saying "Yea well they shit and piss."
If I were Taylor I would have replied with "So does your kid."
Anyway, she keeps yelling at Taylor. Then she says "Yea well I'm allergic to dogs so leave the park!!!"
I want to point out that she's at the other end of the park, Charlie never went anywhere near her (she was on her leash.) She always stays by us.
I told Taylor she's lucky I wasn't there. I would have lost my shit.
Allergic to dogs? So don't come near us you cunt. If you're really that concerned of a dog coming within a 100 meters of you, don't leave your fucking house cos we're not the only ones in the area with a dog.
Taylor told me not to worry, that he totally put that bitch in her place.
Can't wait for the day I run into her.
When it comes to Charlie, It's like some sort of maternal instinct comes out. I will gouge your eye out with my left thumb if you mess with my dog I shit you not. |
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| 03:30pm 15/06/2009 |
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mood:  exhausted music: the smiths
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Charlie has a boyfriend, Louie. And it's pretty cute.
I remember when Lou was just a pup and I used to dog sit him.
We took Charlie out to Trinity Bellwoods on Sunday to meet up with Hambone and Louie.
Such an awesome afternoon!
Here's a photo of the love birds...
I feel exhausted.
Maybe it's cos I'm wearing black pants on a hot day.
Also I'm all weird about the custodian who always come by my desk to talk.
Today he told me my glasses make me look sexy. I think my face went pale.
I'm flattered BUT the fact that I'm young enough to be his daughter is kinda inappropriate. I wouldn't care so much if he told me he thought they made me look nice. Sexy is a bad adjective choice.
There's a handful of dudes that always make me feel uncomfortable here at work.
I guess it's cos I'm the youngest gal in the entire building by at least 10 years and they have no one else to hit on.
I hate the way they look at me, and the things they say when I walk by.
I am in no way asking for it. I don't wear low shirts or short skirts.
Speaking of sketchy, I took a wrong turn on the way to Logan's place Friday night. I ended up on the street where that strip club Fillmore’s is. As I walked up the street I saw a ton of people lined up on both sides of the street.
I thought maybe there was some sort of venue there and they were lined up to see a show. I don't know. It was the first thing that came to mind.
As I got closer I noticed that the middle of the street was filled with scattered shoes. Then I took a better look at all those people I was approaching.
There were junkies smoking crack pipes, people yelling at each other, and the rest were kinda just leaning on fences watching.
Handful started to walk towards me as I try to stroll past.
One comes right up in my face cutting me off telling me how pretty I am and all the things he'd like to do to me.
I totally ignored things that were said to me and kept from eye contact. I had my keys clenched in one fist and my phone in the other calling Taylor.
It was the worst. I hate that Logan lives in such a sketchy area.
I could handle it when I was working at Imperial Tattoo with the mental hospital across the street. I'd see people smoking crack on a daily basis, and got harassed for change, but I never was worried about getting sexually assaulted. |
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| 12:25pm 12/06/2009 |
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So I kinda wasn't into the glasses I got a couple months back.
I think I was just tired of trying on frames that I just settled.
And that's just silly.
So I went back, spoke to Darren, and he was more then happy to help me out and switch to the frames they just got in that I really had my heart set on.
ta daa!
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| 11:20am 09/06/2009 |
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Once again I'm thrown into the middle of a mother and son relationship.
Last time Taylor's mum sent me an email telling me all this stuff, and at the end says "But don't tell Taylor!"
Sent me into stress mode.
So that whole ordeal was last winter.
Now just came the same type deal email.
Telling me "Don't get pregnant yet. You two aren't ready for that right now."
WHAT THE FUCK.
I really don't know where she got the idea we were trying to have a baby.
I have always been nice to his mum and bit my tongue for all her crazy actions. However she just keeps pushing me.
I know Taylor brought up the idea of us moving in with his folks for 6 months to save up to buy a place, but there is NO WAY I am going to live with her.
So of course at the end of this ridiculous email she says "Please don't show this to Taylor. You never know how he will respond."
Oh I have a pretty good idea how he'll respond.
I know she's his mum but she needs to stop overstepping her boundaries.
I know she cares, and she just think she's helping, but it's not in the slightest. |
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| 02:43pm 29/05/2009 |
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I feel so ridiculously lucky to know and be considered apart of Taylor's family. They are all so wonderful. It's crummy that this last get together was on the circumstances of a loved one's funeral though.
Speaking of which, was really nice. Looking through some of their hundreds of photos albums could only make me wish I knew Taylor's grandmother better.
She was incredibly sweet and always loved the flowers I'd bring her.
Everyone of course loved Charlie. We couldn't bring her to the funeral home with us so we put her in the back room and put a baby gate up.
We came home to find her out and about the house. The gate was perfectly still in place. Confused we put her back in to see how she got out. (We knew there was no way she could jump out, she can't even get onto our bed without help.)
So we watched as she put her paws in the holes of the fence and climb it.
I was super impressed.
The next day for the funeral we put her in the same room, barricaded the doorway with a mattress, and then put the gate over it. 5 minutes later she knocks the mattress down. I don't even know how.
We ended up putting the gate first, then the mattress, then some chairs.
All that for a little pup.
Awesome.
Next Sunday we have a dog trainer coming over to teach us some good habits for her. I'm super stoked and cannot wait.
As for this weekend, Chelsea and I are setting up a play date for our dogs.
Tomorrow night we're all going for dinner at a friend's house.
Sunday there's some big garage sale/BBQ in Kensington Market I'd like to bring Charlie to. Also my brother and his girlfriend are going to stop by for a visit. Busy busy busy! |
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| 01:59pm 25/05/2009 |
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Introducing....
Charlie!
She's 8 weeks old and full of love.
She's only been apart of my life for 3 days and already I can't picture my life with out her.
Though Taylor and I are thrilled to have this new addition to our home, we got some terrible news this morning. His Grandma passed away. :(
At some point this week I'll be up north in Perry Sound for the funeral.
She was a really wonderful woman and will be truly missed. I'm worried how his Grandpa is taking it. Kills me to think about it.
Today Charlie is at work with Taylor. That's where she'll be during the day until I'm off for the summer. He checked in with me to tell me how great she's being.
I was so pissed off with Taylor on Saturday night. Still kinda am.
We went out for dinner with my parents and brother, and when we got home Taylor said he was gonna ride his bike over to Kris and Kevin's place to stop by the party to say happy birthday.
I really wanted to go, but Charlie already had a big day and she couldn't be left alone. Taylor only said he'd be gone for a bit and come right back.
Almost 2 hour later I get a call from a girl friend of ours asking me if it was alright if Taylor came to the bar with them. I asked her to pass the phone to Taylor. Told him never to get others to call me for permission. Told him to use his own judgment.
Of course I was pissed. It was our second night with a brand new puppy and he leaves me at home to watch her while he goes out to party.
Am I wrong?
He comes home at 1am and tell me "Sorry that I have a life and friends."
It took everything in me not to slap him.
This puppy is a responsibility. You can't just fuck off whenever you want.
And as if I don't have a life or friends?! I wanted to go too, but somebody had to stay home to take responsibility for the puppy.
He slept on the floor that night.
He still has yet to say sorry, nor have we spoken about it.
Sunday he acted as if nothing happened. I went with it, but wanted to talk about it last night. I was way too tired when there was finally time.
And now with the Grandma thing I feel I just shouldn't.
He really needs to know what an asshole move that was and how I will won't stand for it. |
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| 01:29pm 22/05/2009 |
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Tonight Taylor and I are driving out to Tottenham to check out some Great Danes.
The breeders in Coburg are kinda rude, and this new one we found in Tottenham is really rad and sweet.
I know I was kinda pushing for a boy, but she only has girls.
I'm okay with this.
Taylor still wants to name the dog Sue. I refuse. The whole point was for it to be a boy named Sue (Johnny Cash lovers will understand.)
Here are other names I'm thinking about for her...
Moe
Kia
Bee
May
Chuck
Lilly
Bean
Pearl
Eve
Fay
June
Bell
Quinn
Maude
Bree
Out of all those I like Chuck, Moe, Pearl, and Bean the best.
What's your vote?
I can't help but think how many boy names I love.... Hank, Charlie, Gus, Oliver, Boris... |
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| 02:37pm 21/05/2009 |
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with Great Danes.
I don't know what it is about that breed, but I just die every time I see one.
I found a breeder in Coburg. They just sent me some more photos of the pups.
I've been researching Great Danes since the start of the year, so I have a list of things I was to ask them.
They're all relevant questions, such as...the pup's parent's medical history, what kind of diet they have the dogs on, what kind of immunization protocol they follow...that kinda stuff.
I know that purebred animals must be registered with The Canadian Kennel Club by the breeder. The papers must be provided to the purchaser at no additional cost within six months of the date of sale.
The act provides for stiff penalties for those persons not adhering to these conditions.
The Great Dane Canadian Club says if the breeder doesn't provide me with this information, I should not get a dog from them.
I've seen the growth chart for Great Danes and know that it will be comfortable living with us in our size place. By the fall our lease will be up, and we'll look for a bigger place.
This really is the ideal time for us to raise a puppy too. I'll be off work at the end of June till late August. Taylor's boss said it would be fine for Taylor to bring the dog with him to work. It will be the shop dog :)
This is going to cost us a pretty penny but I've wanted a dog my whole life and I have so much love to give it, I also have the funds saved up for it.
I'm stoked on the friends that support me on this, but pretty bummed by the ones that don't.
Yes, I know the dog will be bigger than me.
Yes, I know it will weigh more than me.
Yes, I know it will take huge poops.
Yes, I know it won't have a long lifespan.
Yes, I will love it every second of every day.
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