CANADIAN TIRE Locations

I (21F) just started my last semester of college and I've been really stressed by a lot of things. First my home life isn't good. My family hasn't been on good terms with me since I was 14, I'm the black sheep. My brothers don't like me and the youngest makes passive aggressive shows of that. And my brothers don't like talking to my mom. My mom is abusive, but reliable. I can depend on her financially, but she's emotionally abusive. She always wants things done fast, and when we can't keep up she berates us. Well, berating me is the only way she communicates. My dad is that plus emotionally stunted and physically abusive so I cant rely on him. I wante...

I feel like in my early 20s I could have a busy week and generally manage stuff without being totally drained by it so easily. I was scatterbrained and disorganized and lost important things sometimes and struggled to get chores done, but I don't remember life making me so \*tired\*. Even though I worked more hours back then than I do now. Nowadays (early 30s now) if I look at my calendar and see 3 appointments within a month I'm like ughhhh. If I go into any store including the grocery store, I have a countdown of about 10 minutes before my brain-battery starts flashing the low energy alert and I start getting that itchy "get me out of here" feeling. I feel like I ne...

I am a 33 year old man. Grew up in small town Idaho from 6 years old. Told my whole life I'm exceptionally intelligent, articulate, creative, funny, resourceful, talented, the usual motivational spiel from counselors and teachers, despite having terrible grades - not for lack of knowledge or ability as my test scores were always top 3% but because I couldn't focus to do homework and told my Sr English teacher to **** herself in class after she openly made a snide comment about my dad. Never went to that class again, wasn't allowed a diploma and had to go through the community outreach from the university to get my GED and HSE. Went to college for diesel technology and on site ...

I’ve been testing different IPTV setups over the past few months after getting tired of subscriptions stacking up (Netflix, Prime, sports add-ons, etc.). Most services were either unstable, missing channels, or died during live sports especially cricket and football. Recently though, I’ve been using [DAGAZIPTV](https://dagaziptv.store), and surprisingly it’s been holding up well. What stood out for me: • Live sports don’t buffer much (even during peak matches) • International + Indian channels in one place • Decent VOD library (not perfect, but usable) • Works smoothly on Firestick and Android TV Curious what others here are using in 2026. Are you sticking with IPTV, or ...

[A year of **** or healing?](https://preview.redd.it/kv9yvulfnmeg1.jpg?width=994&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=2be066d942a3143731514320a50923a9ab094b7f) [https://beforewegoblog.com/review-twelve-months-dresden-files-18-by-jim-butcher/](https://beforewegoblog.com/review-twelve-months-dresden-files-18-by-jim-butcher/) TWELVE MONTHS is the eighteenth installment of the Dresden Files. I was pleasantly surprised to get a ARC of this book and sat down to read it almost immediately so this has been a delayed review for some time. Still, I have managed to keep my opinion to myself until now and am happy now to share my thoughts. Take note I’ll be honest about this book and its ...

I’m hoping to hear specifically from Rhodesian Ridgeback owners with truly picky dogs, not dogs who “have preferences” but will ultimately eat anything. My previous dog was a certified garbage disposal. This one? A food critic with standards and apparently a very long memory. My RR does not have a medical issue, weight problem, or people-food dependency. He maintains weight just fine and will eat when he’s hungry, he just gets bored. The cycle is always the same: he eats a new food enthusiastically, then somewhere around the last two-thirds of the bag he decides it’s unacceptable and stages a quiet protest. We have already rotated through more brands than I’d like to admit, Fro...

Have any of you moms struggled with socializing your kids? I would appreciate any insight and advice while I navigate this and seek professional help like OT. My almost 3.5 year old has been mostly indoors with mom/dad and the nanny since about 1 year old. They play and read all day, and they have a great time. As a first time mom, I dealt with PPD and severe anxiety and irrational fears - so that stopped me from doing the social things that most families do. I can count on one hand the number of times we took my child to the park prior to this age, she was 1 year and 4 months the very first time we went. She absolutely ***** the swing and was scared of the slide, but could I blame her? Fo...

We moved into the three-bedroom in late August, the kind of end-of-summer day where the sky looks rinsed clean and the air smells like cut grass and sun-warmed pine. My parents called it our “fresh start house,” like the walls could erase the last few years. Dad had gotten a better job. Mom had finally stopped talking about the apartment as if it were a temporary punishment. They wanted space. They wanted a yard. They wanted neighbors who waved with full hands instead of cigarette fingers. I was ten, old enough to know moving meant losing every shortcut you’d memorized. The route to the corner store. The crack in the sidewalk you always stepped over. The place in the park where the s...

We moved into the three-bedroom in late August, the kind of end-of-summer day where the sky looks rinsed clean and the air smells like cut grass and sun-warmed pine. My parents called it our “fresh start house,” like the walls could erase the last few years. Dad had gotten a better job. Mom had finally stopped talking about the apartment as if it were a temporary punishment. They wanted space. They wanted a yard. They wanted neighbors who waved with full hands instead of cigarette fingers. I was ten, old enough to know moving meant losing every shortcut you’d memorized. The route to the corner store. The crack in the sidewalk you always stepped over. The place in the park where the s...

We moved into the three-bedroom in late August, the kind of end-of-summer day where the sky looks rinsed clean and the air smells like cut grass and sun-warmed pine. My parents called it our “fresh start house,” like the walls could erase the last few years. Dad had gotten a better job. Mom had finally stopped talking about the apartment as if it were a temporary punishment. They wanted space. They wanted a yard. They wanted neighbors who waved with full hands instead of cigarette fingers. I was ten, old enough to know moving meant losing every shortcut you’d memorized. The route to the corner store. The crack in the sidewalk you always stepped over. The place in the park where the s...

I flew back right before New Year's without telling Ryan. Surprise proposal—that was the plan. Ring already burning in my pocket. I stopped at the florist downstairs from his office. While I was picking roses, some woman next to me was bragging loud enough for the whole store to hear. "Girl, he wrecked me. Eight rounds at the gym—couldn't even walk straight after." She giggled like she'd won the lottery. Her friend snorted. "Yeah, right. Pics or it didn't happen." The woman whipped out her phone, smirking. "We're seeing my parents tonight. Babe already bought us a house—put the down payment and everything."...

I saw Lord Worm at a grocery store in Montreal yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen bags of Gummy Worms in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, ...

Which Firestone is it?

i’m honestly getting so tired of how DISGUSTING people who shop at my store are. this isn’t the first incident since i’ve been there (almost 3 years now) genuinely what possesses someone a grown adult to think it’s totally acceptable to **** in that tiny trashcan that’s in the stalls and then leave it smeared all over the walls as well. the smell lingered into the break room and office. And even if someone just had a bad accident, all you have to say is “hey the women’s restroom could use some attention” WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

**Part One** Alone, gasping through each morsel of air heavy with the taste of iron. I must keep moving, I can feel it approaching. The broken bones and ripped flesh are an afterthought; there is almost nothing left. The burden to express the pain has gone, I need not whimper or cry for all of the misery. With only fear and necessity remaining, I keep limping forward desperately. Eventually, my vision begins to tunnel inward, and I collapse, perceiving the last image of the tall grass and my outstretched, mangled hand reaching towards anything. As the darkness envelopes what's left of my vision, I see a blurry, small black animal trotting over; it’s my cat Milo. He lets out a soft me...

I'm looking for some help in identifying the group in this photo. I bought this in an antique store in Ontario, Canada, but unfortunately there was nothing written on it and no provenance. Do you think this is a Canadian Highland regiment? Or a Scottish regiment in the British army? This is what I can pick out so far: \- the man standing at the back is wearing the British pattern of service jacket (five buttons, box pleates on ****** pockets, buttons on hip pockets), and it's cut away to accomodate a sporran. Canadians started wearing the British pattern in late 1914 \- the two men in the foreground as wearing kilts, which a few of the Canadian battalions wore as well \- ...

I'm not sure if this write-up will interest anybody, but here it is, just in case. It's a bit long, but that's what your scroll wheel is for. Let's begin with my Cross-Check. It's an older model, purchased from a nice couple on Craigslist. Modified to have a front and rear rack, as well as front and rear baskets, it normally accommodates four 37L panniers. If you include the center triangle bag and baskets, the total volume is nearly identical to that of my local supermarket's shopping cart. But with the bags and rear basket removed, it's still a super fun light gravel bike. "But why go to all this trouble to carry stuff when you can just buy a cargo...

I (21F) just started my last semester of college and I've been really stressed by a lot of things. First my home life isn't good. My family hasn't been on good terms with me since I was 14, I'm the black sheep. My brothers don't like me and the youngest makes passive aggressive shows of that. And my brothers don't like talking to my mom. My mom is abusive, but reliable. I can depend on her financially, but she's emotionally abusive. She always wants things done fast, and when we can't keep up she berates us. Well, berating me is the only way she communicates. My dad is that plus emotionally stunted and physically abusive so I cant rely on him. I want...

haiiiiiii :3 I've got a show idea ive been thinking about for almost two years now and i wanted to see what other people think about it, and would like to hear any tips on how to make it better. The placeholder name is Mysticritters, but this could change if i think of something better. The plot is about three mythical creatures that came to earth from other dimensions and now live in the forest in an abandoned dirty crackhouse cabin they found as they goof off and occasionally try to find ways to get back home. Jackie the jackalope is the childlike hyperactive one who always gets the gang into some insane situation just by ******* around and finding out. Kat the kitsune is the most s...