- We can pull off outragious outfits like socks with sandals and neon ski jackets, all with the valid excuse "but it was cold this morning".
- We're responsible for some of today's greatest innovations like the telephone and the Bieber hair flip.
- Our tax dollars go towards free health services instead of the White House's new hot tub.
- We're better at hockey. Deal with it.
- No one is ever more than a few Km (not miles) for a Tim Horton's, unless you're in Northern Ontario. And if you find yourself up there, you don't deserve the last timbit anyway
- Because we are a constiitutional monarchy, we are still under the Queen's reign. Therefore, when the Royal marriage fails, there is still hope for the rest of us (Dibs).
- We may have a high percentage of obesity, but it's okay because there is enough room for all of us.
- We have the most coast line in the world. And that means more beaches.
- Our students actually know where Canada is on a map, and the USA for that matter.
- Our abundance of snow days.
- We humour Quebec's tamtrums in order to maintain our prized possession; the poutine.
- Where else can you experiance all four seasons of weather in one day?
- We add the letter "U" to everything possible...colour, humour, favourite...moouse.
- We can claim ownership when it comes to the greats, like Terry Fox, Wayne Gretzky and Avril.
- Degrassi covered all your controversial topics before One Tree Hill was even conceived.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
15 Reasons Why Canada is Better.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
I Love me some NS.
Everyone boasts that their province/state/country/planet is superior than all the rest, but not many can truly match their claims. Well unless they live in Nova Scotia that is.
With the beaches, lakes, mountains, rivers and many other natural beauties, it truly is the best.
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| River-Guysborough County |
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| Mosher's Island-Lunenburg County |
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| Beach-Guysborough County |
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| River-Guysborough County |
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| Ponhook Lake-Queens County |
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| Medway River-Queens County |
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| Lake Williams-Lunenburg County |
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| Mosher's Island-Lunenburg County |
With the beaches, lakes, mountains, rivers and many other natural beauties, it truly is the best.
On the road...again.
Last summer my family and I loaded up the sedan, strapped my brother to the roof and drove cross country (well half of it).
-Our first stop was Edmunston NB, there I attempted my best French while ordering dinner. The waitress, like most francophones, gave up and started speaking to us in English. Just so we're clear, my French was better. Afterwards we went go-karting. I hate driving. Really hate driving. Did I mention I hate driving? It was not the most enjoyable experiance. My father and brother matched my one lap to their four.
-The next day we piled in the car and drove to Quebec City. Along the way we stopped for gas and snacks. My brother decided that because it was summer he would eat a popsicle whenever possible. Unfortunately for us, he's the world's pickiest eater. This began many road-side stops in attempt to find a popsicle he liked.
-When we got to Quebec City, my family went off to do some shopping in Old Quebec. Ever since being in Quebec I had been craving a poutine. For those who have not had the privilage of eating a poutine, it is a plate of fries covered in melted cheese and gravy. I had not been to Quebec in a number of years and when I entered the restaurant their board was covered in a variety of poutines whose combinations seemed a little out of place. After struggling to explain to the girl I wanted a plain poutine we got in the car just before the rain. That evening at dinner, my brother began another tradition. Chicken strips at ever meal. I kid you not for two weeks straight, lunch and dinner...and possibly breakfast.
-A day later we headed to Ottawa. Again we were followed by the rain. We walked around aimlessly fighting through the rush hour of business workers. The following day we visited the Parliment Building and the War Museum. My trip was complete, not because I witnessed some of Canada's most important war artifacts but an original Andy Warhol painting and a sketch from Project Runway.
-Then we headed to Toronto, stopping along the way in, yes you guessed it, the saga to find a popsicle. We stayed with my cousins and drove downtown to do some shopping. Afterwards we waited three hours to make it to the top of the CN tower. Mothers with large strollers quickly became the baine of my exsistance.
-The next day we spent dodging between cars at the border crossing. When we arrived at the gate, as luck would have it we ended up with an officer who thought he was "The Man". My mother had recently lost a lot of weight and looked nothing like her passport picture. Finally we were let through and on our way. My brother insisted on stopping at an Army Surplus store in downtown Buffalo. We drove for a while and quickly became lost. I'm not one who is normal fearful for my life but when a middle class family from Nova Scotia finds themselves in a NY ghetto, I wasn't entirely sure we would make it out alive. To add to this fear we spent the night in possibly the scummiest hotel in Syracuse. Momma hen didn't sleep a wink and the old couple nextdoor to us didn't even stay the night.
-We spent the the next two days driving through Vermont and New Hampshire. Stopping occasionally for a popsicle or a restaurant with chicken strips. Finally we arrived in Maine. My mother shopped every outlet in the state and I finally got in a few good swims considering this was the first hotel with a pool.
-On the last day we drove 12 hours straight from Kittery to Nova Scotia. After that, three hours to University is nothing.
This trip was really a great experiance and I truely feel that it brought our family closer together even if we lost a day of travel do to the popsicle episode.
-Our first stop was Edmunston NB, there I attempted my best French while ordering dinner. The waitress, like most francophones, gave up and started speaking to us in English. Just so we're clear, my French was better. Afterwards we went go-karting. I hate driving. Really hate driving. Did I mention I hate driving? It was not the most enjoyable experiance. My father and brother matched my one lap to their four.
-The next day we piled in the car and drove to Quebec City. Along the way we stopped for gas and snacks. My brother decided that because it was summer he would eat a popsicle whenever possible. Unfortunately for us, he's the world's pickiest eater. This began many road-side stops in attempt to find a popsicle he liked.
-When we got to Quebec City, my family went off to do some shopping in Old Quebec. Ever since being in Quebec I had been craving a poutine. For those who have not had the privilage of eating a poutine, it is a plate of fries covered in melted cheese and gravy. I had not been to Quebec in a number of years and when I entered the restaurant their board was covered in a variety of poutines whose combinations seemed a little out of place. After struggling to explain to the girl I wanted a plain poutine we got in the car just before the rain. That evening at dinner, my brother began another tradition. Chicken strips at ever meal. I kid you not for two weeks straight, lunch and dinner...and possibly breakfast.
-A day later we headed to Ottawa. Again we were followed by the rain. We walked around aimlessly fighting through the rush hour of business workers. The following day we visited the Parliment Building and the War Museum. My trip was complete, not because I witnessed some of Canada's most important war artifacts but an original Andy Warhol painting and a sketch from Project Runway.
-Then we headed to Toronto, stopping along the way in, yes you guessed it, the saga to find a popsicle. We stayed with my cousins and drove downtown to do some shopping. Afterwards we waited three hours to make it to the top of the CN tower. Mothers with large strollers quickly became the baine of my exsistance.
-The next day we spent dodging between cars at the border crossing. When we arrived at the gate, as luck would have it we ended up with an officer who thought he was "The Man". My mother had recently lost a lot of weight and looked nothing like her passport picture. Finally we were let through and on our way. My brother insisted on stopping at an Army Surplus store in downtown Buffalo. We drove for a while and quickly became lost. I'm not one who is normal fearful for my life but when a middle class family from Nova Scotia finds themselves in a NY ghetto, I wasn't entirely sure we would make it out alive. To add to this fear we spent the night in possibly the scummiest hotel in Syracuse. Momma hen didn't sleep a wink and the old couple nextdoor to us didn't even stay the night.
-We spent the the next two days driving through Vermont and New Hampshire. Stopping occasionally for a popsicle or a restaurant with chicken strips. Finally we arrived in Maine. My mother shopped every outlet in the state and I finally got in a few good swims considering this was the first hotel with a pool.
-On the last day we drove 12 hours straight from Kittery to Nova Scotia. After that, three hours to University is nothing.
This trip was really a great experiance and I truely feel that it brought our family closer together even if we lost a day of travel do to the popsicle episode.
The Vampire Needs To Go.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said that "Language is the building in which every human being brought a stone" But I'm pretty confident Waldo didn't intend for those humans to be undead. Thanks to men like Emerson we the people can enjoy what literature has to offer.
But sadly, the definition of literature has become undefined.
Apart from the required AP novels, I tend to find myself wandering through the teen section of Chapter's more often than I should. These books have advanced slightly, the days of "Babysitter Club" and Goosebumps" have gone the way of the dinosaurs. Unfourtunately they seem to have been replaced by a certain blood-sucking theme. When was the last time a book character actually died, sans being undead and what's that? Sparkles? Think about it. What direction are we headed when orginality means the implimentation of werewolves instead of just vampires?
For those authors out there, feel free to spice it up, even just a little bit. I trust you can come up with something, anything that doesn't revolve around dystopia.
The classics are the way to go, I mean if they were good two hundred years ago, they're good today. In my opinion, Heathcliff could take Edward any day.
But sadly, the definition of literature has become undefined.
Apart from the required AP novels, I tend to find myself wandering through the teen section of Chapter's more often than I should. These books have advanced slightly, the days of "Babysitter Club" and Goosebumps" have gone the way of the dinosaurs. Unfourtunately they seem to have been replaced by a certain blood-sucking theme. When was the last time a book character actually died, sans being undead and what's that? Sparkles? Think about it. What direction are we headed when orginality means the implimentation of werewolves instead of just vampires?
For those authors out there, feel free to spice it up, even just a little bit. I trust you can come up with something, anything that doesn't revolve around dystopia.
The classics are the way to go, I mean if they were good two hundred years ago, they're good today. In my opinion, Heathcliff could take Edward any day.
Graduation Season; a true marathon
As a recent high school graduate, I am proud to say that I have survived the month of June and all that came with it. And now that summer has I arrived, I can sit back and reflect on those weeks in June where my sanity was truly tested.
But lets not put all the blame on June, the blame should be evenly distributed throughout April and May as well. For those, who like myself, planned on attending some form of post-secondary education, our marathon began when those first bursary applications became available. Even now, I still gringe at the word scholarship. Something that's meant to showcase the best of us, really ended up bringing out the worst. Hours of filling out endless forms, crying our way through thousand word essays and kissing up to teachers and local personalities in order to come out with at least some tuition coverage.
For those who were spared all the exacitement of scholarship applications *gringe*, the marathon began with job hunting. Now, unfortunately our quiet little town doesn't always offer the best when it comes to employment. So unless you plan or flipping burgers or folding shirts for the rest of your life, I suggest leaving, and fast.
But non the less, job-less or not, everyone of us gathered together on Graduation Night (note the capitols; fancy). We sat through more than enough speeches, greetings and crying babies to last a lifetime. Luckily it's one of those events that you only have to endure once.
Now, on to the fun part, I can see it now, the finish line; Prom. Our one evening of enjoyment, dancing and of course looking our best. The down payment was made on the dress, the tanning, hair and make up appointments where made and the photographer was booked. How does one justify spending six hours preparing for a dance that only lasts three? I will never know. But having a day surrounded by my friends, great food and paprazzi around every corner, who can complain? However, the cost is a whole other story. The dinner ($), the flowers ($), the appointments ($$) and of course the tux/dress ($$$$$$$). Where's the fun part again?
If you can survive all of this then; congratulations. Here's your free shirt and exit through the gift shop, the rewards are well worth the stress.
But lets not put all the blame on June, the blame should be evenly distributed throughout April and May as well. For those, who like myself, planned on attending some form of post-secondary education, our marathon began when those first bursary applications became available. Even now, I still gringe at the word scholarship. Something that's meant to showcase the best of us, really ended up bringing out the worst. Hours of filling out endless forms, crying our way through thousand word essays and kissing up to teachers and local personalities in order to come out with at least some tuition coverage.
For those who were spared all the exacitement of scholarship applications *gringe*, the marathon began with job hunting. Now, unfortunately our quiet little town doesn't always offer the best when it comes to employment. So unless you plan or flipping burgers or folding shirts for the rest of your life, I suggest leaving, and fast.
But non the less, job-less or not, everyone of us gathered together on Graduation Night (note the capitols; fancy). We sat through more than enough speeches, greetings and crying babies to last a lifetime. Luckily it's one of those events that you only have to endure once.
Now, on to the fun part, I can see it now, the finish line; Prom. Our one evening of enjoyment, dancing and of course looking our best. The down payment was made on the dress, the tanning, hair and make up appointments where made and the photographer was booked. How does one justify spending six hours preparing for a dance that only lasts three? I will never know. But having a day surrounded by my friends, great food and paprazzi around every corner, who can complain? However, the cost is a whole other story. The dinner ($), the flowers ($), the appointments ($$) and of course the tux/dress ($$$$$$$). Where's the fun part again?
If you can survive all of this then; congratulations. Here's your free shirt and exit through the gift shop, the rewards are well worth the stress.
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