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A rat is a rat is a rat. Unless it is a rat. A rat does not qualify as a cute, cuddly household pet. Sorry. Nuh-uh. Case closed. I have spoken.A couple weeks ago, one of my utterly fantastic neighbor's let about 40 rats loose into my community. Now, maybe these little furry Norway Rats are great pets to some people and great appetizer for some random snakes, but they pose a couple more issues than you might know about. This pesky little critter has been associated with being constituted as a menace to health, also known to be reservoirs of bubonic plagues, other dreaded diseases, and are even considered to be more dangerous than lions or tigers, (and bears- oh no!). These rats came to our great country back in 1775 when they took a boat trip and landed on the eastern shoreline. About a hundred years later, they hopped a train, and figured that the great west would be a nice place since they had heard so many wonderful things from the east. Since then, they just became a nuisance on farms. Alberta declared itself a zero-tolerance province for these rats. The only rats you will find in our great province are those of politicians. (Had to throw that in- couldn't resist) In a recent letter to the editor of the might Calgary Herald, one bold lady wrote, "If cats were allowed to roam freely outdoors, as they should be, the population of rodents such as the Norway rat would be kept under control naturally. Man alone is responsible for upsetting the balance of nature." Sure lady. Go back to petting your plethora of rat friends which you must be keeping in your house as your friends. Upsetting the balance of nature? I think SUVs did that one in pretty well. I can't stand anything more than animal rights activists. Holy bajesus you crazy pachoolie-toking hippies. I have no tolerance when I see someone smacking their dog around- what I can't handle though- is someone who obviously takes the law into their own hands, moulds it like playdoh and thinks that it is ok for them to have a banned, outlawed animal as a pet. Another person wrote, "Some animal rights activists seem to be irate over the methods used to trap and kill the loose rats in Acadia. Apparently, dealing with the problem efficiently sets a bad example for children." And what is the efficient way of dealing with these things? Is it easier for these little kids to see a rat bludgeoned to death see their mom get smacked around by their dad? Welcome to the society we have created. If we need to get rid of these rats, by all means, give me a chainsaw. I am thinking about the safety and health of my poor dog if she, in her inquisitive state, catches a rat and eats it. If I see a convoy of rats touring my neighborhood in search of a great spot to lay some funky rat eggs so they can have more rat babies- I am going to be enlisting my 4 year old neighbor, giving him a garden tool and telling him to go at it. Animal cruelty to these things? Sure. If you want to call it that. These things are outlawed for a reason. Keep it that way. Posted by Bella at 11:27 PM# I can resist everything except temptation. Have you ever had an urge to do something that you know really wouldn't go over all that well, but that you know you wouldn't get in a lot of trouble for?Example: Driving home tonite from the Talisman Centre, down cemetery hill, I had a wicked cool (in his eyes- not mine) biker dude on his hot shot crotch rocket riding my bumper. He was so close to me in fact, that I could not see his one headlight. I wanted so badly to tap on the breaks. Even just tap on them for a little longer than a slight touch- maybe just put the brakes on. After all, I was going 80 in a 60 zone... The little devil dude was telling me to do it. The little angel dude was saying no, Alistair might get hurt. And the little angle dude won of course. Little things like that make me contemplate the other side of the good angel dude sometimes. Doesn't everyone have something in them, sometimes, that makes them want to do something because the offer is right there- screaming at you to do it? Like take a kids ice cream cone or kick a kitty, or pull a chair out from someone's desk? God, I am a horrible person. Editors note: I have never done any of these things. And if I have, I took the ice cream because it looked good and the kid was getting more of it on its face then in its mouth. Posted by Bella at 11:12 PM# If you want to achieve something in writing, you must follow the rules without knowing them. So lately I am having a little bit of a writers block. Sure, I can write about tons but who really wants to read about how many times I shampooed my hair in one shower session? Right.So you, the readers, are the people who read this and are the people who I aim to please. In order for me to keep you riveted with my random stories and life sessions, I am asking for your input. What do you want to read about? All suggestions are fantastic! Either leave me a comment or send an email to meganepratt@mac.com. Thanks kids. Posted by Bella at 5:34 PM# I went out to a pub... On a work night. God am I ever crawling out of my shell, eh? Last night I ventured to a place I didn't think I would ever go to. Not because I was too good to go to this place, (obviously), but because I am not a University student and I simply didn't think I would have fun going.I thought of it as a student hang-out; which it is. I guess when one has preconceived notions of what a place might be like without actually venturing out actually being at that place before- those things happen. Meh. I was thoroughly surprised though. So I get the invite from Aaron. He says to me, "Ah well I'm meeting some people at the Den tonight for wings and such around 7 or 8 if you'd like to join". Me? Join? Sure. Although hesitant because I will be in a pub with rowdy university students- I was amazed at how much fun I actually did have. After finally finding it, (thanks for the fantastic directions- couldn't have found then without you...), I was warmly invited to the table and into the conversation. Who would have thunk I would have known so many people at the famous University Den? It was like a blast from the past I tell yah. Met a guy who lived mere blocks from my house in Richmond who actually went to the same elementary school I did. Saw people I worked with on the Beacon Newspaper at Beaverbrook, realized some ex-best-friends- friends were there which made for an interesting laugh, and other people who I just knew one way or the other. It actually wasn't the drunken haven I pictured it to be. The place was fun, hip, lots of random outfits (which were blamed on birthday parties of underage drinkers), and of course, the catty chicks. Love them. Readers Digest Version: Had fun. Will go back. Posted by Bella at 11:14 AM# Wicked, kickass, smokin hot car for sale.  Alright folks. Here is the deal.
I've got a car here in case anyone is interested in purchasing it. It's a beaut! - 1978 Chrysler Newport - 2 door, - vinyl top - 42,000 original kms, - 2nd owner, - always garaged, - Safety inspected, - driven daily - $2600 obo Let me know if you're interested. Posted by Bella at 1:05 PM# Us office workers are truly in a league of our own. We (most of us) work for our paycheques. Roughly figured out, considering I am contract and hourly, I make about $35,000 a year. I don't get benefits, vacation days, or even sick days. My daily routine is never the same. I have to deal with overly irate people on the phone, have immense workloads which never seem to end, and I don't usually have the time to take breaks. I know, woe is me, but thus is life.I drive to work each day and spend about 1/2 hour on a good day driving to work, usually stuck in traffic with other idiotic drivers. On my way home, I would average about an hour back on the Deerfoot battling those same idiotic drivers I dealt with that morning. An hour and a half of my life spent in traffic going to and forth from work. No problem. I enjoy my job. I like to think I put more than my fair share of work in each day. I am usually at home at night thinking about things I either forgot to do during the day, need to do the next day, or how I am going to solve the latest and greatest issue that came up that I didn't get to. I don't go to work each day solving huge problems. I don't save peoples life when I answer their stats questions. Heck, I am sure they would live another day if I didn't return their phone call as promptly as I should have. Considering I am 21 years old, don't have any real University or College degrees to back my name up, I am doing pretty darn well for myself. My resume will show you the various customer service positions I have had over the year, some at big name places, others- just everyday ma and pa shops. And because I chose the route of not going to University right after High School, I will either have to stick with the jobs I can get right now where I am getting a whole whack load of experience, or find something else. I choose the experience. Although I may come home crying sometimes from work and stain my pillow with my non-waterproof mascara, I think of my days as satisfying and productive. I don't cry to the bosses when I think I deserve a raise. If I deserve one in fact, they will tell me. I will not complain I don't make a lot because really, for the lack of education and real experience- I am doing pretty well for myself. If I hear of one more hockey player who complains because they don't make enough, maybe I will ask them if they want to take over my job for a day and see what it is like to actually have to work for their money. People in offices make real decisions and help real people out on a daily basis. The hockey player just needs to know when to pass or shoot. Tell me if that decision is worth a couple million dollars. Posted by Bella at 11:46 AM# Why not have a sponsored wedding? (SPON.surd wed.ing) n. A wedding in which some or all of the costs, products, or services are provided by local businesses in exchange for exposure or publicity.This past weekend, I had the privilege of attending a coworkers wedding. This is the third wedding I have been to this year. Wow. (By the way, congrats Jared and Bobbi) Note to friends: Slow down guys- this is getting expensive. Too many wedding presents in one year. While Aaron and I were sitting there checking the reception venue out- we couldn't help but notice the number of presents this couple racked in. Like my God- why wouldn't you get married? Well I guess besides the obvious reasons... I would be like a kid in a candy store going to places like The Bay and registering. Could you imagine? Jeez- all those presents, for me. Ahhh. And even the whole wedding day. The whole day is about me. Well me and the dude who gets suckered into hitching up with me. Get to wear a big fancy white dress, have endless pictures taken of me, get to kiss my man whenever someone sings a song about love from the crowd, get to dance to "our" song, and so much more. Aaron made a funny point actually. He wants his wedding to be a production. Good idea. Lights, cameras, roll out the red carpet, sign autographs. Or... just have everyone and their dog invited- that way you get more presents. You could get your wedding sponsored by lets say... the locals in the town. Then you could hang banners and make sure to have their advertising on something at the reception. That might cut down costs a bit for the production. Or not really. Not much romance in a big 7-11 sign in front of the head table. Ooh but maybe a Hallmark something somewhere. Could you imagine a Hallmark wedding? Now that would be super uber dreamy. Actually, a simple, low key, inexpensive wedding might just cut the cake. Posted by Bella at 9:23 PM# Hotmail giving me sass. This is just to let you know that I have changed my email address to meganepratt@mac.com. Now, for those of you who are rolling on the floor laughing at me because I have an @mac.com addy now for all that time I bashed Mac's... this is just a temporary email until Hotmail decides to start working again.So stop laughing. Posted by Bella at 1:14 PM# I never thought of a ballet as sexy and provocative until now. Friday night I busted out to the Banff Centre with my good friend CJ. Now usually when you go out to Banff, you go to the overpriced candy store, the Christmas store which is open 365 days of the year and of course, the scenery. This time, I went to see a ballet.When I was younger, I was a ballet dancer. I am sure that I uttered the words, "I want to be a ballerina when I grow up." Since then, I haven't seen a dance recital. I haven't actually thought much about it. Friday night, I saw a ballet for the first time, ever. Sure I have seen some 7 year old girls dance around in tu-tu's, but nothing to this professional degree. My jaw was lying somewhere around my lap for a good portion of the show. The way these ladies and gentlemen moved, the sheer talent and obvious love for what they were doing was astounding. The story itself was a little different though. When I think of a ballet, I think of ladies in tu-tu's and tight body suits, dancing perfectly on their tip-toes to some sort of flowery swan music. I don't think I have ever seen a man and a woman come together in so many different ways, without actually having sex, before. It was so graceful and radiant and stunningly perfect. And all along, I thought these dancers did performed voluntarily. Who knew (except everyone but me...) that these dancers get paid for what they love to do? That was obviously my fake-blonde moment. The more I thought about the show over the weekend, the more I am considering going and seeing it again. Posted by Bella at 11:22 PM# The Official Wimbledon Movie Review by Megan E. Pratt This was published this morning on the front page Entertainment section of the Calgary Herald. Yes, thank you. I can sign all your copies later.Name: Megan E. Pratt Occupation: Communications for the Calgary Real Estate Board Age: 21 (going on 28) Favorite movie snack: Extra buttery popcorn and a green flavor Kool-Aid. Favorite movie: Hands down- Love Actually. Favorite Scene: The look on the player who lost to Bettany in the last scene. The dejection on his face was priceless after the snide comments and gestures he made throughout the movie to Peter Colt (Paul Bettany). I laughed hardest when: Peter Colt (Paul Bettany) threatened the dog who was barking at him from below that he was going to jump off the balcony where he climbed up to - and that the dog really didn't need that on its conscious. I almost fell of my chair with anticipation when: The last tournament scene comes up. The scene was a good 15 minutes of nail biting, edge of your seat, back and fourth tennis playing. The sad thing was that I knew who was going to win- I was just waiting with baited breath to make sure it did happen. I knew the outcome walking into the movie, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy as he lost points played the victim to the better players. Most memorable line: "Love is nothing". Got me thinking for sure. And then my movie accompaniment had an "aha" moment saying, "that is true..." I couldn't believe: How many make out scenes and sex scenes there were. Was I coming to see a love story, which had a little tennis in it, or a tennis flick with a whole lot of love story to it' Great date movie though. I thought about heading for the exit when: I figured out my popcorn didn't have enough butter on it. The real star of this show is: Paul Bettany. Classic British actor with the sick British humor and entertaining expressions. He had some very funny random thoughts which were played out loud that kept me snickering throughout the show. Best action: It was obvious these two actors are not real tennis players, but, they certainly played the roles well. Their almost flawless game scenes made you second guess for a second though. This movie took off when: The credits at the beginning of the movie started. The way the director filmed it, and the music he chose got my attention. Also, when Bettany went from zero (120th place) to hero (Wimbledon winner) in the tennis world. It was a feel good part. This movie needed less: Kirsten Dunst. The relationship between these two characters (Dunst and Bettany) was perfect- if they were brother and sister. The chemistry didn't seem to work. The love scenes made me want to close my eyes and think I was in another movie. Summary: Recommend to friends? Warn them to stay away? Worth the money? I would say to my friends that if you want to see a movie where you know the ending, fill yer' boots! I personally wouldn't spend money to see this movie. This flick was highly predictable in most scenes which took away from it. It had some good lines from some interesting actors, an almost feel good mentality to it at some parts. But then again, what was I expecting? Popcorn rating: I am a sucker for any British film. This movie gets 3.5 bags out of 5. Posted by Bella at 9:14 AM# There is nothing more selfish and greedy than hearing people complain about how little money they make, when clearly- they make a lot. This silly, childish, ridiculous, conceited and greedy hockey strike which has erupted is nothing but disgusting. It makes me sick to see grown men, play (yah- play) a game of hockey and demand millions of dollars to do so. It is the same with baseball, football, and whatever other freakin sports give out swack loads of money. And how about the owners of these clubs or teams? Must be a hard life I tell ya.It is the same thing for actors. Who really needs to be making $20 million per movie? No one. I don't see these people curing aids or saving the world from world starvation. If they were doing that- maybe I would have some sympathy towards them. This is just greedy bullshit. I make enough money to pay the bills and to buy the occasional nice outfit for work. I am not demanding millions or for doing something I really enjoy doing on a daily basis. It is too bad these actors and athletes expect to be paid all this money for a little entertainment. You want cheap entertainment? Come to my parents house for dinner and we'll show you entertainment. End rant. Posted by Bella at 10:30 AM# My first REAL gig! So a couple weeks ago my mom pointed out this ad in the Calgary Herald advertising the chance to become an official movie reviewer of for the Herald. Well, I jumped on the boat and sent in my email of interest.This morning I receive a phone call from the Herald stating that my first review is on Wednesday. I am doing the review for Wimbleton. Oh my God. I am so excited. Anyways yah. This is my first gig in the Calgary Herald with my name as the byline instead of some other person which has been the case for a while. So watch for it and heck, I may even stick it on the site here for those non-Calgary Herald readers. Posted by Bella at 10:34 AM# Some noteworthy random sites I read everyday... religiously. So I am a blognerd. What can I say? I am a nanopublisher. I am allowed.On a daily basis, these are the sites I check out: Zach Braff Blog - Garden State This dude wrote, directed and acted in the movie Garden State (which by the way was probably one of the best movies I have seen in ages) and now writes almost daily blogs about his adventures as an up and rising director- as well as an actor. This guy is also the lead actor guy on the show Scrubs. He is a very very funny guy as well as talented writer. Prison Pete No idea if this dude is actually in prison for whatever heinous act he committed, but what I do know if that reading his entries is almost addicting. He is a super talented writer. He writes his posts out on a typewriter, sometimes by hand, then mails them to his friend who then puts them on a website. No idea it is just a story he uses to get readers, but to date he has something like 24,649 readers. Hm. He is doing something right. Aaron: A Simple Guy with a Complicated View Aaron is one of the most talented writers I know, personally. He went to Stuart Island, BC for the summer to work at a resort. While he was there, he was kind enough to write about his daily findings, tasks, inner thoughts, and well wishes for his friends and family. Super interesting guy- super fantastic writer. He doesn't update it anymore as he is home now, but I recommend reading some of his past posts. Some of the things he says, really makes you stop and think for a minute. Alright that is all for now. I will keep my eye out for outrageous fantastic writers. And if there is anything you recommend checking out, let me know. Posted by Bella at 9:40 PM# As if my tastes in music aren't bad enough already, I have to bust out the list of all the gack. Egad. This afternoon after tinkering with the idea of starting my novel, (which by the way boys and girls, I actually have the plot of!!!!!) I actually took all the cds off my shelf, and organized them. Wow.Over the past couple years I have managed to accumulate a fair bit of gack music. Actually it's not so much gack as it is eclectic. Yes, that's right. Right from LFO, to Ashley MacIssac, Dave Matthews, Josh Groban, Dido, Red Hot Chili Peppers, to Much Music's Big shiny Tunes. It is a whole lot of something to be reckoned with. I actually took each cd, put them onto a spreadsheet on my computer then organized them into how much I like each artist on my shelf. The artists I don't care for as much anymore are closer to the bottom of my shelf. The ones I do enjoy quite a bit are taking care on the middle to top shelves. I have over 107 cds. Can you imagine how much I have spent on cds over the past couple years? Yikes. Ok so maybe its only over $2000, but I could have done so much else with that. Like... yah I got nothing. Anyways, there is some randomness for you on this Sunday night. Posted by Bella at 8:04 PM# My steps to becoming something more. I recently applied to be a volunteer with the Calgary Police Service and well guess what? They didn't find anything saying I have a criminal record, and heck- I even passed the interview. The three ladies who did interview me told me I was a very strong woman and they want me on their team. Well. Let's see just how strong I really am.This volunteer position I have taken is one of a rather interesting case. I have been placed into the Victim Assistance Unit's Court Support Program. Basically, I am there in court with victims to make sure they have support, aren't scared by the questions asked, have someone to go to during the sessions, and just basically to be a familiar face in the crowd. This position is going to test my patience, my own emotional issues, and myself as a real human being. I have to show compassion, understanding, and a whole lot of support. This may just be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. On the bright side of it, having this experience looks wicked when I go to hand in my application and resume to the city police. May the force be with me. Lord knows I will need it. Posted by Bella at 10:47 AM# Call them quirks- but they make me cool. Everyone does these random things which makes them unique. Whether it be secretly walking around commando, only enjoying the crust on bread, picking out the green Smarties and eating them last, or chewing your straws (like I do).I always got made fun of by friends when I chewed my straw in my drinks. The funny thing is that I don't even know I do it until I do it. So what do you do that secretly makes you unique? Leave a comment. Sometimes they are kinda interesting. Posted by Bella at 9:32 PM# There are 5,441,727,941 people poorer than me. Wow. Want to know how rich you are?According to this bad boy, I am pretty darn wealthy. Don't tell my parents- they might raise my rent. Posted by Bella at 9:58 PM# Good luck exploring the infinite abyss. Imagine carrying something with you deep inside for your whole life to date. Imagine being on medication because some believe you are mentally troubled because of past experiences. Imagine not knowing anything different than prescription drugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Now imagine going cold turkey with your meds. Imagine being able to wake up and see the world through your own eyes and not through a chemically injected way. The movie Garden State had that underlying premise behind it. I don't know about you, but this movie hit home to me more and more in every scene of this 86 minute flick. Finding love where you least expect it, finding the real reasons for your "troubles", and being able to say "fuck it" to the old, and move into something unknown and new. For anyone of you who has experienced has, this movie puts everything into perspective and makes you realize that yes, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. There is an end to the perceived infinite abyss. Posted by Bella at 7:54 PM# Pet peeves of the abusers of sociey. Nothing drives me more nuts then when I am harassed for money by people downtown. What I dislike most about it, is the fact that when they come into my personal bubble they smell like alchohol and cigarette smoke. And that makes me want to give you money so you can continue doing that? Um. No.While at Joey Tomatoes the other night, my parents and my parents friend and I sat and conversed about our time at the concert, my parents friends' house they are building in Canmore, my parents buying a new car, and what we were going to have for desert (as we had already had an expensive and quite filling dinner earlier). A younger male walks in and is seated at the table next to ours. He was wearing rather ratty and dirty clothes, looked dirty, and had these amazing eyes. The waitress asked him if he wanted a menu and after he picked out his order, he asked for his bill first. The waitress printed it off, gave it to him and walked away. He sat there pulling out his pockets for all the change he had in his pants and in his thin wallet. He sat there for numerous minutes counting the money- although he looked lost and rather confused at what he was doing. His food shortly came and he sat there enjoying a caesar salad. I sat in my seat completely humbled. I wanted to pay for his meal, or give him money, or invite him to sit with us. I wanted to do so much for him but didn't want to make him feel like he looked like he needed help. I didn't want to potentially embaress him. He finished his meal and put all his change from his pockets into the bill folder and took it to the waitress, then left. I am so lucky and spoiled to be able to go to all these restaurants whenever I want to, to buy new clothes at the swipe of a card, to drive a nice newish car, and feel financially secure. I am so incredibly spoiled. Seeing this guy just made me feel spoiled. It made me feel like I didn't deserve everything I had. For that, I was humbled and sad with myself. When I see some "street-people" who obviously abuse the system and annoy the crap out of the rest of society by asking them for money; they make me want to smack them across the face and tell them to grow up and start doing something for themselves. When I see people who look like they try and who look excited when taking themselves out for a meal when they don't look like they usually can, gives me hope that not all people are out to abuse the system. You want some money for a coffee you say? Come to the Second Cup with me and I will buy you one. Want money for some food? I'll buy you something at McDonalds. Don't lie to me and use the money for something else. Posted by Bella at 7:31 PM# In case you hadn't heard already... I met Josh Groban last night.My horoscope says today... " Exciting flirtations from unexpected sources, (the best kind) might make you blush. Or at least, skip a heartbeat or two. You feel restless in a passionate way. And you also feel quite playful. Try to do something different or a bit unusual to satisfy your need for a thrill." I met Josh after midnight therefore today. Wow. Horray for horoscopes that are correct! I just wish he didn't have his girlfriend sitting beside him. Maybe then I could have asked him to marry me or at least asked him to sing to me. Cloud nine? How about cloud eleven or twelve? Posted by Bella at 10:01 AM# I met and touched Josh Groban. Yes boys and girls. I have done what every other girl (who knows who Josh Groban is) wants to do. Let me explain.I went to see the Josh Groban concert tonite at the Saddledome with my parents. Of course the whole hour and a half Josh was singing, I wanted to meet him. Not just in my dreams though. I wanted to physically touch him. Josh is my musical Brad Pitt. Not only is Josh absoloutely the most talented singer I have ever heard, he is completely down to earth, and totally humble. And heck, he even looks like a regular guy. He isn't hot. He is a genuine looking cool guy. After the concert my parents and their friend and I went to the Joey Tomatos at Eau Claire downtown. We each ordered our drinks and our orgasms on a plate and talked about how much we enjoyed the concert. Soon after we finished, I begin people watching as my mind wanders further away from the conversation at the table continues. Who do I see walk in with his entourage of people but Mr. Josh Groban. My heart flutters, I get nervous, and exclaim, "Josh Groban just walked into Joeys". Mom and dad didn't believe me. They thought I was either on some expensive drugs (which I am) or that I have him mistaken for someone else. (Editors note: If you know what Josh looks like, you can't miss him. Super curly brown hair, not the MOST attractive, but the voice of a freakin hot angel) We pay our bill and begin to leave and dad keeps asking me if I am going to go over to his table and say hi. Well, I got the balls to do it and let me tell you- I am never washing my left hand again. He shook my hand, thanked us for coming to the concert, mentioned he needed a late night snack, and smiled at me. I met Josh. I can die tonite and be completely satisfied. (Another Editors note: No, I am not some creepy "Grobanite" stalker. Just a fan with a crush. A simple, nothing to it crush. And wow- I met Josh Groban. Did I mention that?) Posted by Bella at 1:59 AM# Welcome to the wonderful fun filled drugged up life of Megan. Any takers? Over the past 3 years, I have had this pleasant chronic migraine thing going on. I have a headache a day, on various drugs to try to get rid of the pain and numerous doctors? visits. Yesterday took the cake.I visited my friendly doctor and after telling him that the medication I was on has caused me to gain 15lbs, and does not help my situation in terms of headaches at all, I was put on to two new drugs. Not one, but two. Ok. Now, I don't have benefits at work so I am a bit hesitant when I get new prescriptions. I can't afford all the fun drugs. After having both prescriptions filled and given instructions on how and when to take them, I ventured home to make dinner for the family, fully expecting to watch CSI and Canadian Idol. Little did I know that after taking my drugs, as ordered, I would go into some random reaction which made me feel as if I had overdosed on morphine. Super super tired suddenly, no energy, couldn't stand up without help, felt sick to my stomach, had cold shivers, really bad headache, dizzy, and I honestly thought I was about to die. I was taken to the hospital by my concerned dad and brother where I sat for over an hour in the waiting room and then admitted to an emergency bed only to wait for 2 hours. By the time the doctor had come in, I had only been graced with about 5 minutes of his precious time before I was sent on my way being told those are the normal reactions. 3 hours in the hospital to be told that is what would happen? Neither my doctor nor pharmacist told me that would be the reaction to taking these things. Needless to say, I am not too impressed with the health care system out province has. That and the fact my dad practically had to pawn his watch to pay for parking. Damn hospitals. Posted by Bella at 1:43 PM# BSE, Urban Pizza Company, and the BC Lions. Calgary is one of those places where you could drive in for hours, always see different sights and never get lost. I for one have never been lost in our city. Maybe confusingly misplaced- but not lost.I live in the SE in a humble community which I like to refer to as Willow Park, although, it isn't Willow Park. I live in Acadia. It is across the street from the uppity snobby people. Willow Park just sounds better than Acadia. My house is great- a bungalow on a corner lot. My neighbors are quiet, usually. The neighborhood dogs are quiet- it's just my dog that barks as if it's her last chance to bark for the rest of her life. Other than that, I love where I live. Close to all the important amenities: Tim Hortons, Southcentre Mall, Shell Gas Station, Chinook Centre, Joeys, and Urban Pizza. Mmm pizza. When I venture from my community, I tend to lock my doors. My passengers think that is just a ploy to keep them from jumping out. Actually, it is due to driving to unfamiliar places such as the NE. NW as well. I am usually pretty confident while driving around in the SW that I am not going to get mugged. Now, don't get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with these communities I lock my doors in; it is just that I feel more comfortable in my district 6. I have lived in mind-numbing hell holes such as Kimberley, BC. This place isn't that bad if you enjoy Bavarian music, Apple Strudel, yodeling, and a lack of work. Besides that- the place is wonderful. Richmond, BC was a great spot as well. I lived there until about 15 years ago only to move here. I would confidently tell you I would never move back there, or to neighboring Vancouver. Something about the horrible traffic, beyond insane urban sprawl, the ridiculous price of living, and the intense cultural diversity that makes you feel like a minority. On the plus side, they have the ocean, lots of Chinese food restaurants, cultural diversity, the BC Lions, the Vancouver Canucks, and BC fruit. I am a happy resident of Calgary. I can afford to live here, (of course with the help of mom and dad and allowing me to pay cheap rent), I can see the mountains from my backyard, I can afford gas prices, I can eat all the Alberta Beef I can handle and not get sick, and the wonderful polite drivers (Ha Ha. Not.). Now what I don't like are the rowdy inconsiderate impatient drivers, the silly teacher union who wants too much, the lack of fresh BC fruit, Deerfoot Trail at 5 p.m. on weekdays, and the constant change of weather. The weirdo governing our province, ridiculously long hospital waits, and the Calgary Stampeders. Other than that, this is heaven on earth. (How can you tell I am lacking ideas to write about??) Posted by Bella at 1:33 PM# Maybe a change for the better. Or maybe just a change for something else. This is that damn government survey that was mailed to our Albertan houses. Take one minute out of your busy day and take this survey online. DO IT.http://www.gov.ab.ca/home/index.cfm?page=870 Now a good point was emailed to me, "We can do it- but do they actually listen?" My educated answer is no. They most likely won't listen. Remember people? We live in a dictatorship, not a democracy. I can just see the government workers sitting around laughing at all our petty ideas. Damn them. Posted by Bella at 11:19 AM# |
