“A man is ethical only when life, as such, is sacred to him, that of plants and animals as that of his fellow men, and when he devotes himself helpfully to all life that is in need of help.”
– Albert Schweitzer, Reverence for Life.
Monthly Archives: August 2004
A Taste of Montreal
I got a freaking parking ticket today, my first one. I’ve been baptized by the Ville de Montréal and now my husband and my mother in law are laughing at me because I’ve become a true driver. Me, the one who has been preaching about reckless driving and speeding. Me, the one who drives as carefully as possible in order to avoid tickets. Yeah, me… I got a freaking parking ticket.
How did it happen? I wasn’t even at school! I had just finished getting my student ID card and instead of coming all the way home to go back to Montreal after (to pick up Patrice) I decided to call Fab and offer a little visit. I got there, proceeded to park and asked him if it was OK to leave my car there, and he said it was OK. I didn’t see the permit sign, I only saw the parking sign with the hours for the winter months, so I thought I park there (rookie mistake). I was at Fab’s like for less than an hour and when I went out, there it was, the nice little paper with the nice little red flower… Notice of offense, how offensive!
There I was, an hour later, paying the fine because I’m not going to waste my time at the municipal court giving an explanation so I won’t have to pay. Live and learn, Bea, live and learn. I hate Montreal parking issues, I love my nice little suburb, with lots of parking space, for free. Why did I take the car to Montreal, you would ask? Because I had a Dr. appointment on the east side of my city (I’m a western girl) and it was practical for me to take the family vehicle. But that’s it… Train and bus, here I come! On the good side, I had a delicious mango sorbet, perfect for a scorching hot day.
Lasts Meme
Found at Marlee’s.
Last cigarette: November 2002 – Marlboro
Last alcoholic Drink: A Marca Bavaria ;-)
Last car ride: Today, all day long! I’m pooped.
Last kiss: About 5 minutes ago, from the hubby.
Last good cry: A couple of days ago.
Last library book checked out: Kristin Lavransdatter
Last movie seen in theatres: The Princess Diaries 2 (Twice!).
Last book read: Shooting Butterflies (Reading it).
Last movie rented: Passionada
Last cuss word uttered: Mmmm… F***ing something.
Lotsa Gmail
What I Won’t Say
Dear Mad-Driving Friend,
I’m appalled after spending the morning “sur la route” with you. Not only you drive carelessly and extremely fast with no regard of the other people in the street, but also you DON’T think about your 3 year-old boy sitting in the back of your car and the consequences of an accident. You also seem to forget that you’re 8 months pregnant and that, well, there’s someone with you in the car and that person probably feels really sick to see how irresponsible you’re being behind the wheel. No, it’s not cool at all, even if you think the rest of the wise and careful drivers out there are a bunch of losers.
The worst thing is that I’m probably never going to tell you about it. But somebody should, before it’s too late. Good bless you. I’m probably going to think twice before getting in a car with you driving again. I want to be safe.