[n. ree-ley]
1. a series of persons relieving one another or taking turns
But the fun will really start this evening on Parliament Hill, with performances by Gregory Charles and Tom Cochrane. The arrival of the Olympic Torch will also launch the illumination ceremony of the 25th edition of Christmas Lights Across Canada.
Hot chocolate and BeaverTails® will be offered from 5 pm to 8 pm (while quantities last).
I’ll leave you with the only Tom Cochrane song that I know (care of David Letterman):
For more information on today’s events please see the following:
Ottawa City Hall
Parliament Hill.
2010 Olympic Torch Route
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Yesterday I brought my car in for it’s semi-annual inspection and an oil change. Well the total tab ended up costing me close to $600. With the months entertainment budget now blown I decided to look for some free things to do in Capital City for the month of June.
Like many stories in my life, today’s reflection involves a girl; well in fact it is a build up of a series of events, all of which involve a girl. Without getting into all of the events in this post, as I hope to share the stories at a later date, today I have discovered one thing about myself – I love to be loved.
I wish I could say I came to the insight through my own trial and error, but not being very bright in the ways of the female mind, anything I have figured out through my own experiences is more than likely incorrect anyhow. This past weekend I learned two ‘truths’ about women, from women. They are as follows:
I went to the local diner this morning for breakfast. Usually I enter to find like-minded individuals seeking a simple greasy breakfast to soak up the previous evenings beverages. This morning however I was three to four hours earlier then the regular afternoon brunch crowd, so upon entering I found a whole new group of individuals sitting in the cracked vinyl booths and keeping vigil on the old time chrome stools that surround the Formica counter. Early Sunday morning is apparently the time for the Weekend Dad to take his kids to breakfast.
After six months and 11 days I have finally broke down and have gotten the locks cut. Part of me did not want to succumb to society’s rules of ‘get a haircut and get a real job’, but as my interview for a volunteer position with the 
When I was younger my Nana was trying to explain to me that sometimes in life it is hard to make ends meet. My young, very literal mind imagined this dish, much like a meatloaf or some kind of tasty Christmas cake - at the time I think I thought about mincemeat, something I had also heard about but never had the chance of tasting. I found myself wishing we were a little poorer at the time so I could have the benefit of trying this Ends Meat I heard so much about.
After a rash of failures and too many late nights I decided to spend the afternoon in bed watching movies and generally feeling sorry for my hopelessness when it comes to the dating scene. Thankfully I found a kindred spirit in 
I’ve always liked a good prank, and felt compelled to set-up an April Fool’s prank on my landlord and his girlfriend last night. Originally I attempted to do the ole’ salt on toothbrush prank, but at last minute I decided against it. Instead I set all the clocks in the kitchen one hour behind. In hindsight this morning I thought it would have been better to set the clocks one hour ahead, just in case there were any appointments that needed to be met today. Better to be one hour early rather than one hour late.
Without fail, whenever I mention something that I am planning to do in the near future, whether it is in the next few hours, days, weeks, months or even a year, it never comes to fruition.
From trying to overcome a lisp as a child to struggling to learn French in his early 40’s, 
“I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say, I am telling the truth.”
30 days ago the plan was formed, albeit a drunken misinformed plan was cobbled together, but here we are 30 days later and said drunken plan is about to come to fruition. Tonight will be the first of, what I hope are many, Second Saturday Suit Up’s!
It started a month ago with a list of 114 nominated venues from coast to coast. Then the Top 50 were announced, then the Top 20. A week ago, it was the Top 10... and today the Grand Prize winner of the 
Last night I finally saw a live 
Last night I dreamt that I was in the navy, or at least worked on some sort of boat that required uniforms. Originally I was a quartermaster (I’m not sure if that is really a naval term) and then for reasons unknown I was bumped down to a deck hand. I had to return my navy blue uniform and trade it in for a white one. I was happy to be demoted, as I put it in my dream, when you are a quartermaster you are really just the officers bitch but when you are a deck hand all you have to do is mop and are pretty much left alone. I’m not sure if that makes any sense but I was happy for the downgrade of responsibilities.
If you haven’t yet figured it out, I am addicted to 
I feel like my life has just become one long ever-repeating day without any break in it.
No this is not a review of some horror slasher flicks, but another memory of mine that has bubbled to the surface. When I was a teenager my mother gave me a ring, a wedding band to be precise, that belonged to my great-grandmother. My great-grandmother, Sadie as she was known, passed away when I was just a baby, but I was said to be one of her favourites.
Head games, we've all experienced them, either on the receiving end or the ones dolling them out. Why does one choose to play these head games rather than just say what is on their mind or just keeping their thoughts to themselves and leaving well enough alone? Who knows, besides a psychologist of course, but hey those cost money right?
I had a really bad sleep last night. I managed to get a solid three hours in, but from 12am to 6am I was lucky to average 20 minutes and hour. I think I am coming down with a cold, or some sort of flu bug. All my joints are achy and I have a slight headache.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, 
I am broke. 
From the white sands beaches of the South Pacific to the red sand beaches of Prince Edward Island, 2008 was the year of travelling and new adventures.
They say you cannot choose your family, but you can choose your friends. So when the friends you associate with start to exhibit qualities that you find despicable, do you put up with it or is it time to move on?
Everyone has someone in their life. Everyone craves someone in their life. More often than not people seek out others to give them purpose. To befriend. To care for and pay attention to. It happens all the time and it is due to loneliness. What everyone is seeking is companionship. And the moment something better comes along, or the moment your usefulness as a companion starts to waver, you are brushed to the side. Your days as a temporary distraction are over.
Most people blame boredom on the circumstances, but psychologists say this emotion is highly subjective and rooted in aspects of consciousness—and that levels of boredom vary among people. Some individuals are less—and others considerably more—likely to be bored than others. Boredom is not a unified concept but may comprise several varieties, including the transient type that occurs while waiting in line and so-called existential boredom that accompanies a profound dissatisfaction with life.
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