Feb 28 2012


customer: Do you have any cameras?

cashier: Camels!?!?!?!?!?!

customer: Haha no I said Cameras. Do you have any Cameras?

:) By Shaye age 10 :)

Mar 31 2011

Tim Horton’s Get’s a Failing Grade for Sustainability

I am a die-hard Tim Horton’s fan! I love the coffee. I love the prices. I love that Tim Horton is a Canadian hockey hero. I love that they put kids through camp. I’m a fan.

As a fan, I can no longer sit idly by and watch as my beloved Tim Horton’s continues to ignore the environmental crisis that they’re causing.

I’m so sad to say that Tim’s is a failure at sustainability. It breaks my heart but it’s true.

Now, I’m not saying that the Tim Horton’s corporate people are not unaware of this and have not made an effort to do something about it. I get it. They’ve put recycle bins in the restaurants and have china available to people who eat in. These initiatives are great but they are NOT WORKING!

First of all, the bins that have popped up all over Tim’s in BC has a place for “waste” and a place for “recyclables” but the image on the “recyclables” does not include cups. Obviously the #1 culprit for waste.

There is no where to recycle the cups.

But that is not the worst part. Not by a long shot. Not so long ago, when you stood at the cash and placed your order the cashier would ask “eat in or take out?”. If you replied “in” they would serve your coffee in a mug and your food on a plate.

Now there is no question. (I can list the several restaurants I have tested to see if they do or do not ask) Every cup of coffee is served in a paper cup unless you are like me and insist that it be in a mug or you have, at the ready, your recycle cup.

Today, I was at Tims. (as I am almost daily) I ordered my coffee “for here, in a mug”. The cashier keyed it in and the girl next to him put milk in a paper cup then started adding coffee while I was practically yelling at her to put it in a mug!!! I was so upset that a cup had now been wasted by my order. I pride myself on the fact that I have not used a paper cup in over a year. I use only my recycle cup for take out and mugs for eat in. What’s worse is, she threw it away because there is no paper cup recycling behind the cash at our local restaurant.

My passion is well-known at our local Tims. I am quite sure that I am considered a nut job by the staff but this is serious.

Tim’s head office professes to be doing something about the environment. They have tons of posters asking people to recycle and/or purchase a cup. But they are grossly negligent in educating the staff and customers on these initiatives.

I would, gladly, volunteer to visit Tim Horton restaurants across the lower mainland and perform a sustainability assessment on them to help the mucky-mucks in Toronto understand that they are failing miserably at sustainability. Tim’s is meant to be a Canadian success story. We want to be proud of the brand. For now, I’m quite disappointed in their complete lack of follow-up and social and environmental responsibility to the citizens of Canada.

(and don’t even get me started on Roll Up the Rim! What a joke.)

Mar 21 2011

Can Social Media Buy Me, Us, You a House? Part 3

So a few things have happened since my last post about Social Media having the power to buy one a house (one being any”one” not just me)

The first thing that happened is I put an ad on Craigslist. I said that I am the mom of 2 cool kids and that I want to move to the area. I didn’t really expect anyone to come back with an offer to buy me a house but I did hope that someone who was looking to rent their place would find my ad and ring me up.

A really cool thing happened! A woman, in the right part of town, answered my ad! Now, her home is big, really big and it’s beautiful, really beautiful and, well, it’s just too expensive. That said, we had a great chat and found out we have similar business interests. Who knows, it might end up that we become great friends and business associates.

So while the CL ad did not find me a house…yet, it may very well have found my a great new business contact and friend.


The thing about the house offer got me thinking though. At the moment I pay about $1300/month in rent. I expect that, in the new part of town which is more expensive, I’ll have to pay somewhere in the area of $2,000/month for something a wee bit nicer than where we’re at.

My business is going very well and I don’t expect that the added expense will be a lot to contend with. What burns me up though is that I would be more than happy to up that if it meant some sort of equity share.

There must be people out there who are in a situation where they cannot sell their home for what they want or who are downsizing and want to enable someone else to own their own home. I am pretty confident that these people exist, we just have to find them.

This week is going to be about networking. I’m going to a major networking conference in Vancouver on Thursday called Twestival and am hoping to make the kind of contacts that will propel my business to the next level.

I’ll add them to the myriad of very cool people I know already and I will work all of them for a solution to solve my housing expectations.

I can do this because I am always, without fail, ready to help anyone who asks. To me that’s what social networking is all about. Provide value, provide value, provide value….and don’t expect anything in return.

If you show people that you want to help them just for the sake of helping you’ll get it back in droves in ways you never considered. That’s what I love about what I do. I see random acts of kindness every day and it empowers me to pay it forward.

Aug 10 2010

My Ode to Bruce

My Ode to Bruce McRae

Last month I had a friend named Bruce.

He was a dad, a brother, a grandpa, a partner, a colleague and a friend to everyone in this room.

Last month

Last month I could pick up the phone, knowing he would be there and receive any manner of solicited (and some not so much) advice from the man I thought of as my left coast dad.

Last month

Last month my own dad, Jack could co-miserate with his friend bruce about deferred annuities or un-reasonable strata members. They could wax poetic about the good ol’ days of over-spending on company conventions and the mayhem they got up to to the chagrin of their wives.

Last month

Last month my good friend Cam could patiently explain to this dad that writing really is a career and that he was pretty damned good at it and that a ton of people care what he has to say.

Last month

Last month Anna and Luca could get tickled until they fell off their chairs and begged for mercy and, in doing so bring a wide grin to their grandfather’s face.

Last month

Last month any one of you in this room could speak to our friend Bruce.

A year ago my girls and I attended Bruce’s surprise 75th birthday.

As always Bruce asked me how I was, what I was doing. I told him that I was considering a career that included public speaking.

It didn’t occur to me at the time that he would go this far to help me with that. J

At the party, parked in a chair, in the middle of the room sat King Bruce.

He sat there while people regaled him, and guests with stories of his life.

It was very much like a good Irish wake the exception being that Bruce was front and centre and able to hear how he had affected all of those people.

I can’t help but think that while those stories could be repeated here for you it was so amazing that he was able to hear them first hand.

Everyone should have a day like that. A day where family and friends get together and tell you how you’ve impacted their lives.

How you never lost your patience teaching them to water ski.

How you augmented your income as a kid by playing a mean game of cards.

How you showed up at the hospital every time one of Cam and Cristina’s friends had a baby.

How you didn’t always see eye to eye with everyone but were true to yourself.

How you could BBQ a mean Salmon.

How proud you were of your son and his family.

How you were so stubborn that you waited until a particular minister was over her maternity leave because you knew everyone would appreciate her manner.

How you had no regrets.

Often at memorials people think it’s a shame that the deceased didn’t get to hear all of these things.

It makes me happy to know that Bruce did get to.

Last month

Last month Bruce would tell us to live without regret.

To appreciate the people in your life.

To look around and see how amazing life is.

To hold those you love not just in your hearts but in your arms, every day.

Last month

Last month he would have joined us in raising a glass to your dad, your brother, you grandpa, your partner, your colleague and your friend.