This week's blogs are going to be a mish-mosh of topics. The on-going reality of recovery - and blogging about the abuse - have taken a toll of my mind and body. Both need a rest in order to continue processing and healing.
On top of that, this week contains national holidays in both of my countries: the United States, my country of birth and heritage; and Canada, the country I immigrated to almost 33 years ago as a new bride and where I've assimilated and raised my children.
It also contains two birthdays: my grandson born July 1st, 2005 and my mother (who passed away last year) born July 4th 1915. Both born on their national holidays 90 years apart.
So in today's blog: I honour Canada. My adopted country.
On July 8th, 2010, after 30 years living, working and raising two Canadian citizens, I finally became a bonafide Canadian myself.
Canadians are very different than Americans. We are much more low-keyed than our more patriotic, flay-waving cousins on the other side.
Like family, even distantly related family, we have our squabbles and disagreements. But deep down, we care deeply for each other. At least Canadians care for Americans.
One notable trait about Canadians is that we poke fun of ourselves.
Although Jeff Foxworthy is American, not Canadian, what he says about us below is very true.
A Little Canadian Humour
Forget Rednecks, here is what Jeff Foxworthy has to say about Canucks:
- If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May you may live in Canada.
- If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don’t work there, you may live in Canada.
- If you’ve worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you may live in Canada
- If you’ve had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialled a wrong number, you may live in Canada
- If “Vacation” means going anywhere south of Muncie for the weekend you may live in Canada.
- If you measure distance in hours, you may live in Canada
- If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you may live in Canada
- If you have switched from “heat” to “A/C” in the same day and back again, you may live in Canada
- If you can drive 90 kms/hr through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you may live in Canada
- If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked, you may live in Canada
- If you carry jumpers in your car and your wife knows how to use them, you may live in Canada
- If you design your kid’s Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you may live in Canada
- If the speed limit on the highway is 80km — you’re going 90 and everybody is passing you, you may live in Canada
- If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you may live in Canada
- If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction, you may live in Canada
- If you have more miles on your snow blower than your car, you may live in Canada.
- If you find 2 degrees “a little chilly”, you may live in Canada
- If you actually understand these jokes, and forward them to all your Canadian friends & others, you definitely live in Canada[/li]
The real humour and irony of the above is that it's all true! Although after a snow storm last winter in which a traffic cam recorded people out on the 401 in Toronto with snow shovels, I would add: if you're out on the highway with snowshovel in hand, you truly are Canadian!
We do have an outstanding disagreement with our American cousins and neighbours, expressed in the rant below. As we appear to know much more about our neighbour to the South, then they do about their neighbour to the North. When I met my soon-to-be Canadian husband on the Texas-Mexican border 33 years ago, I knew almost nothing about Canada. It didn't figure into my world at all. Now I wonder how I could have been so bigoted about one of the greatest nations on earth.