The only good thing to come from SARS


Since Toronto is having a bitch of a time trying to get people to check us out, tonnes of places have amazing deals to entice. The Mirvish Brothers, for instance, are offering a 3 course meal, a ticket to a Jays game, and a ticket to either Mamma Mia! or The Lion King for only $85.


If you’re from out of town and need a hotel room, tack on $40 to that.


Also, Air Canada, (and probably other airlines, too) offered a $98 return ticket from the Great White North to Toronto. This is cool for several reasons.

First, it means my mother is coming down for the long weekend. Yay! Second, it means a five hour drive on the bus is now an hour jaunt through the clouds. Third, just for cost comparison, a bus ticket is $130.

Anyhow, as I’ve said, my mother is coming down. Now, most people would find this a pain, but my mother is wonderful. I’ve decided to take her to that little clothing store I found. Normally, I would be very protective of niches I’ve carved out for myself, but as she’s a size 2 and I’m…not, we won’t be competing for anything. This makes it okay.

Our main project, however, is to get my garden going. I’ve never grown anything before, (I’ve killed many a plant, but never got one to grow) and she, an avid gardener, is going to help me set everything up. I’m going to grow my own produce. How cool is that? A friend told me I should keep my first attempt small and pick four or five things to grow. My choices, thus far are:

Fancy lettuces, and other greens

Peppers of all colours



Cherry Tomatoes

I’m going to do an herb garden, too, but I don’t count that as one of my five.

Does anyone out there garden?

Any tips for, little ol’ black thumbed me?


About Angela

My name is Angela. I am a 28 year old psych and criminology graduate, but I'd rather not diagnose you. I am a cuddle-slut. I can recite the entire script of The Princess Bride, (including accents) and believe that the meaning of life is contained within. Polyanna, commercials, and Oprah 'reunion shows' make me cry. I can whistle and hum at the same time, but I cannot touch my toes. I am an expert in both listening and talking. I look good in orange. I am a writer. I kick ass in Gin, Hearts, and Cribbage but I don't understand Canasta or Bridge. I can be heard singing Broadway numbers from my shower, and have dressed up as a viking princess, (complete with aluminum foil breast plate) The Phantom of the Opera, and a Ghostbuster for Hallowe'en. I have a bird named Bean. I have a brother named Adam. They are not related. I like vanilla body lotion, peanut butter, saunas, Jim Carrey, broccoli, pets,, Muppets, Kevin Smith, Corelle dishes, dry erase white-boards, Barenaked Ladies, Philosophy, the letter J, Harry Potter, picture frames, swimming, quilting, Michael Moore, genealogy, Raggedy Anne, tacky 50's tchotchke, 'Idiot's Complete Guide To' books, tweezers, feather pillows, polar dips, aquariums, Martin Luther King Jr., and Dr. Pepper. I don't like meat, gossips, cooked carrots, American Idol, mosquitoes, sweating, politics, public washrooms, tardiness, tuition, hunting, pat answers, pick up lines, brown bananas, cliches, pine scented air freshener, Kevin Costner, bacon, candied apples, pro-wrestling, humidity, and hypocrisy. Books I've read recently The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Dark Tower, When Nietzsche Wept, What's So Amazing About Grace?, Catcher in the Rye, Not Wanted On the Voyage, The Red Tent, The Little Prince, The Way the Crow Flies, Slaughterhouse-Five, The Poisonwood Bible, The Fall, The Knot of Vipers, Calculating God, The Chrysalids, Sick Puppy, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Franny and Zooey, The Brothers Karamazov, and jPod. I am slightly neurotic. No I'm not. Yes I am.

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