I keep reading posts about people ordering in fantastic food, regularly. I can’t quite wrap my brain around that because where I am that is extremely expensive! Like, “I have to be seriously sick and have no other option” expensive.
It’s been ages since I posted a recipe here, so this is what’s on tonight’s menu.
I hope you aren’t mad at me for being gone so long. Omg, I hope you still remember me?
Have I got a short video for you!
I’m talking about my story (which I thought was boring and mundane) because people don’t seem to realize that abortion or becoming a mother aren’t the only two options for a pregnant woman. There is a third option, and it can be an amazing experience if you choose to do it.
I love music of all kinds, but I love ballads and folk songs the most I think. Canada is rich with great music no one else has heard, or if they’ve heard it, not realized it is Canadian. Here’s a sampling:
All my closest are liberal people. They believe in equality and human rights. They want a better world, are willing to work for it, and have been known to speak up against suppression, Islamphobia, sexism, separation of religion and state, and illegal parking in handicap spots. They are pro religious freedom, minority…
RIP Michael Bond, and thank you for introducing me to Peru, the joy of marmalade sandwiches, and the ability to overcome mistakes.
Finally! The Red Cross has created a dedicated page for donation to the London fire victims:
I lurve you!
Promise me I’ll always be welcome here.
The Saint. James Bond. UNICEF ambassador. It’s no wonder he was the first crush of multiple generations.
Today is Victoria Day in Canada, in which we celebrate either the start of cottage season, the reign of Queen Victoria, or just the long weekend, respectively.
I do not want to piss on my American friends who are having a really bad day, but . . .
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I’m rage stroking. Not only has this happened, which is scary and disgusting enough, BUT I cannot find any coverage on it from a well know reputable news source. But it happened.
Pringles are da Bomb!
One of the joys and pitfalls of being an English speaking Canadian is the amount of French that seeps into one’s subconscious without realization.
“Send out the Bat Signal!”
This is quite a ways (40-50 km?) north of me. Right now it’s the first beautiful day of spring, and my windows are open, but there’s no smell of fire and just a hint of tar - which is not unusual.