HOly Overreaction Ottawa!

Ok, so I don’t know if any of you are following the contest that the New HOT 89.9 has going on, or shall I say the New HO 89.9, but it’s creating quite a stir in Ottawa. A creepy little thief has stolen their T, in their HOT 89.9 name, renaming it the NEW HO 89.9. The radio station has offered a $25,000 reward to find it, and helping Ottawa residents along by offering three clues as to its whereabouts each weekday. Personally, I think this is pure marketing genius!

Others, not so much. Some Ottawa residents are outraged that the radio station is using the word HO. It’s a contest for God sakes people! The Ottawa Citizen has been producing opinion piece after opinion piece of people who are really unhappy with HOT 89.9 because they are using this word. (This one cracks me up -If 89.9 were a boyfriend, I'd dump him fast)

People, the radio station is not using it as a derogatory term, it is merely a word. It is only derogatory when used in a sentence meant to insult. Santa says ho, a hoe (pronounced the same!) is a garden tool, I have friends with the last name Ho, does that make it a bad word?? Hell no! People need to calm down and get off their high horses. The radio station is merely saying a word, it is not targeted at anyone! And if you think that the radio station is calling you a ho, maybe you are!

I think that the people who are actually upset over this and take the time to write in to the Ottawa Citizen have nothing better going on in their lives, so they are creating drama for no reason other than the fact they are bored.

And for the parents who are telling their young children what the term ho means, that’s your own fault. You may have bigger problems. Tell them about the contest and that the radio station is missing the T in HOT. Get them involved in helping you to find the T to win the money. It’s not rocket science!

Get a life people, stop complaining about everything and go find that friggen T! I’m going to.

Rant complete.

Sisterhood of the Travelling Pink Gloves

At the end of March I decided to travel to Kitchener/Waterloo to visit my dear friend Robyn for her birthday shenanigans!

Side note: I also got an answer to a question I’ve had for a while but never asked…Why on earth don’t people just call it Kitchener or just Waterloo?? During my visit I realized exactly why this was – there is barely a distinction between the two cities. No division. One city ends then the other begins without warning. I think I even saw a house that half was in Kitchener and half was in Waterloo. I wondered what their address would be?

Ok, back to the original point of my story…Robyn’s birthday…there was a house party to be thrown in her honour. Friends travelled from near and far to be with this lovely lady on this special day. Many drinks were drunk, delicious food was eaten, and plenty of fun was had!

During the party, after having some kind of asthma attack and needing to take my inhaler – very similar to the reaction I get from being near cats, but there were no cats around…odd – I returned to my comfy seat on the couch to find that it had been stolen! Stolen!! The audacity! I quickly realized that I would need to be somewhat social and find another seat in the already crowded room before the show began again. Oh, did I forget to mention the show? Right. One of Robyn’s friends, Matt York (a recording artist – check him out, he’s awesome!) was playing a special acoustic show just for Robyn’s birthday! So I took a seat next to some lovely ladies that welcomed me into their sitting space on the floor. I was even allowed to stay after I spilled my martini on Julia (one of my new friends) :( I’m gonna go ahead and say that it was half my fault and half the fault of the martini glass creator. Whooo doesn’t spill when they are drinking from a martini glass?? Really?

Anyhoo, the story of the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pink Gloves came to be when I noticed an abandoned ticket stub on the floor. The ticket stub we all received when we paid our entrance fee for the party. Yes, it was a house party, but it was all very official because of the show! So we (Julia and I) stealthily grabbed the ticket stub and held on to it for safe keeping, as the stub could give us a chance to win a door prize at the end of the night.

We ended up winning with the ‘stolen’ ticket! So before opening our prize, we decided to share whatever it was. The prize – a brand new pair of beautiful pink gardening gloves!! Haha. So Julia and I each took a glove. This is where it gets a little blurry though (wine, martinis, etc). Throughout the night Julia and I had talked about all the travelling we had done over the past few years, so I guess this is where the brilliant idea came to be. We decided that we would take our pink glove on all the travels we do in the coming years and take a picture with it on in front of famous landmarks, buildings, whatever. Julia was the one with the brilliant idea to name it Sisterhood of the Travelling Pink Gloves and create a Facebook fan page of the same name.

These gloves won’t just be for Julia and I to use, but all of our wonderful friends on their travelling adventures. The fan page will document where the gloves have been and where they are going! Cheers to travelling and to new friends! :)

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