Showing posts from July, 2015

Another dog post

It's crazy hot here.
Downtown it's 30*C before I arrive at work.

Maggie can't walk very far without being ready to pass out so I put an ice pack against her & throw her in my purse.
I'm not sure if I like it or not but I'm totally getting known as the lady with the little dog. 

I bought a $10 bag for the beach which has become her official tote.

I'm not sure how an overly anxious, chicken shit, panicky dog has turned into this chill dog that wants to be friends with every.single.person and loves every dog except for standard poodles and the shitzu upstairs.
I also had a chat with her new dog walker who nurtures her doggy diva. Verbatim, tomorrow will be her "debutante party on the block", photos at the local pet store and meeting all the other locals I guess. I'm not quite sure, but he takes his job VERY seriously. 
Nothing really new...I just needed to have something more upbeat than lawyer drama....


I seem to be drowning in lawyer stress. I'm not sure why...but the moment I hear the word, "lawyer", I end up in a panic/stress/crying meltdown.

I think I've handled everything so well. I found a place, I transitioned well, I EMBRASED the new neighbourhood...yet, the day or night before I have a lawyer's appointment I'm a total disaster, often ending up sick or with a migraine. 

At the lawyer's office, I'm completely weak, crying,'s like I can literally get through ANYTHING in life, except sitting in a lawyer's office.

As such, I've pretty much let her handle everything, since, well, what else is she supposed to do with a mess sitting across from her. I enjoy life, I feel like I'm going to be ok...but, in that chair, I'm a complete disaster. As such, the legal part of our split is a complete and total mess. It may have ruined any chance for us to be civil to one another or ever be friends. And even knowing that, I st…

Week.. ???

As per usual, this week has been filled with ups and downs.
But first, I thought I'd talk a little as to how my routine has changed. From November 2014 to July 2015, I would commute home, rush like crazy, let the dog pee on the patio (she had like....a litter box), work out, eat, walk the dog, go to bed.
Now, things are just a little more relaxed. I stroll out of work around 17 or 1730, I take the subway and then the bus home (a total of max 40 minutes), take the rat out to pee quickly, then we come home, Maggie pretends that her food is attacking her for 5-20 minutes, I work out, eat, then take the dog for a real walk in the park. Depending on what's going on, I might stay in the park, listen to music playing (there is a piano for anyone to use), or run errands in the neighbourhood.

My photos will soon be of better quality...because my phone is about 90% dead. I'm playing a little Russian Roulette with it hoping that it just keeps lasting one more week, one more week,…

Maggie in the City

The end of the weekend is near...I feel like I slept a lot of it...but I also feel like my body was prettttyyy exhausted.
I could start a blog called, Maggie in the City. I'm not sure how this dog has become so chill...but she could stay on these stairs forever. My upstairs neighbour has a shitzu as well...but for some reason, Maggie - who likes almost any dog, totally ignores this dog. It's embarrassing!!!  I found a Costco near my place (within driving distance) and I feel like I need a's much more crowded than the one near my old place...
I'm thinking about hosting a surprise-potluck-birthday party for someone at work, so I think I'll be back next week for supplies, unfortunately...
Saturday was truly errand day and I had to pick up a parcel in the Gay Village. I hadn't really been there before but I LOVE it & should I stay here longer, I might look at places in that area.

Maggie's shopping bag adapts as I need it to. If I'm in a place &…

This week

I long for the days where I lived an interesting life and took interesting photos, blogged about my adventures, and kinda lived the life of a rock-star.
Well, I've moved a lot, things are pretty unstable, and I'm going through a divorce, so maybe I'm still living the life of a rockstar??

Yesterday was a tttttttttouuuuuuuughhhhhh day. Thankfully I was rescued by one of my favorites to took me for a donut. A donut with peanut butter cups on it?!?! What the !??! I think I ate it in 5 bites. What I tell myself almost every day. Or I'll say, "One day when I get my shit together, I'll....". Wednesday was lawyer day. Ending a relationship is one thing...but having to deal with lawyers ON TOP of a relationship ending is....well, it sucks the life right out of me. I feel weak, I cry, I'm confused....So I decided that I needed TWO bouquet's of flowers from a local "Depanneur". In Quebec, there aren't very many Shell stations and there are …
I'm pretty tired.

I'm not quite sure how I've been getting through the days. Thankfully I have an understanding boss and my best Montreal friends are usually a few short steps away as they work in the same building as me and are ready for my meltdowns at any given notice.

Yesterday, I had one come and drop off an orange (which is slightly funny because in December a co-worker that I didn't know was crying and I was awkward so I offered her an orange...) and today a work friend walked with me to pick up sushi for lunch (which is so not in the budget for this month, but everything is pretty much a wash this month....) and just hugged me while I cried.

No one can truly "help" me through this process, but it's an amazing feeling to know that I am loved and supported...pretty much from one end to the world to the other.

I am really, really, really looking forward to the weekend ahead. I plan on relaxing a lot near my place, NOT DRIVING (or very minimally), …
Divorce sucks the life out of me.

I'm sure it's sucking the life out of my divorce-partner.

I go to bed every night praying that he's ok, that I'll be ok...and that I'll be able to get to work, stay focused, and get through the day. I also sit for a moment and truly appreciate all of the good things in my life.

Sure on Facebook, I'm this happy person posting funny photos or any kind of stupidities, but the truth is, I go from happy to bawling at the drop of a hat. Overall, I feel like I'm ok. And then, a memory. And I'll fall apart.

I'm very fortuuate to have made the friends that I've made here. I'm very fortunate that my....I don't even know what to call them... my ex-family (this is heartbreaking) allowed me to take the dog...who keeps me active and laughing a lot. I'm very fortunate to have my friends and family back West.

The divorce rate is around 50%. I don't know how 50% of the population can go through something so h…

The Area

Hey there. Haven’t posted in a while.
I swear, moving to this region has totally changed my life. Ok, so going through a divorce will change my life too….but that aside…it’s amazing.

Pre-move, I woke up at 5am, arrived at work at 8am, left work at 5pm, and got home around 7pm, worked out, ate, and rushed to get ready for the next day.
I wake up at 6 or 630pm. I leave work at the same time (although I might stay a bit later now that I can to make up for some missed time), I get home, work out, eat, clean/unpack a bit, walk the dog AND IT’S 8PM. I have 2 hours with….NOTHING TO DO. Of course, there’s moving stuff that I could do non-stop, but I’ve decided to leave my place a mess and slowly work on it, instead of killing myself and not eat supper until 10pm like I tried to do the first week.
Last night after all was done, I grabbed the dog, went to Dollarama for a few things and the grocery store (where I took Maggie in with me – I carried her in a reusable bag…she was a champ!!), and …