Saturday, July 30

Happy Birthday Dawson!

It was my brother Dawson's birthday today. Because we are in Chase, all here to celebrate my Grandparents 80th birthday (all of us meaning my extended family) it made my brothers birthday even more fun today.

This is the group of us at dinner.  In the scuzziest little restaurant known to man.  

This is the cake I had the baker make.  I thought I was pretty clever.

Happy Birthday Dawn's Son!
After dinner, we all went to the hall where my grandparent's 80th birthday is going to be tomorrow and we decorated.  One of the tables where we decorated had old photo albums and so after we finished decorating the hall and getting everything sorted my cousins and brother and I started to look through the photo albums.  Here is a few gems that I found:
This is me - I'm guessing I'm about 6 or 7 years old.  I think my mom hated me.

This is me and my brother Dawson AKA Dawn's Son.  Nice dress Mom.  Of all the dresses you could pick out for your only daughter to wear, you choose this one?

Here is me with my Ralph Macchio hair.  

I don't even know what to say about this.  At least I look... well no, I don't even look half decent.  But at least I don't look as stupid as my brother.

An old volleyball picture from high school.  Not bad positioning.  Well done #12.
This picture was taken after high school when I was a camp counsellor one summer.  I was doing what is called the pamper pole where you climb a thirty foot pole, stand on it then jump for a trapeze bar.  I missed it, but I love how that picture makes me feel.

This is me and my mom.

And this is my cousin Chris.  Helping out decorating.  Thanks buddy.

My mom, brother and I one Christmas.
Off to bed... had a long day.  I'm done laughing at how ridiculous I looked back then.  Got the big birthday tomorrow that I somehow got talked into being the MC for.  I need my beauty sleep.



I am grateful that Tash ended up here somehow in a weird twist of events as she drives to Victoria. She stopped by our campsite to get some sleep on the way through.  

I am grateful for my fortune cookie fortune.

I am grateful that all my family is here.  We've been having a good laugh.

Friday, July 29

Sometimes I even shock myself!

I got to the airport yesterday at 5:45 am. For a normal person that should have been plenty of time to get checked in, a baggage sticker for the single bag that is flying a measly two hours to the next province at 7:00 am. (Not even out of the country) and yet, for some reason for me, it's not.  I'm convinced the universe has returned to it's same old tricks of tormenting and taunting me with it's practical jokes.

I have learned form past trips to dress as humbly as possible. When I dressed pretty for my NY trip I was "randomly selected" for the body scan and pat down. And I no longer wear an underwire bra while flying because of my trip to Winnipeg when one side of my bra set off the metal detector incurring a public trip to second base with an overweight woman from security. So I was dressed in Lulu. Comfortable and no metal.

I arrived at the airport thinking I had plenty of time, so I went to the self check in kiosk (looks like a mini-ATM).   I had my booking reference number that Drew gave me and I typed it in, but I got a message "Sorry.  There is a complication and you need to see a booking agent."

Sigh... I should of known this wouldn't be easy for me.  I kind of laughed to myself and tried again, typing in the booking number and again got the message to contact a booking agent.  By now it's 6am and there is a line a mile long to see a booking agent.  I call Drew, feeling a little guilty because it's really 5am where he is, asking what I should do.  

Sometimes I feel like I should have a handicap sticker attached to my forehead.  I phone Drew and he walks me through self-check in.  Bravo J... one more thing you are pathetic at.  I get my boarding pass but it doesn't punch out a bag sticker.  I'm getting a little annoyed and the time is ticking (it's now 6:11). I ask an airline assistant for help - explaining that I've scanned the boarding pass twice and still haven't gotten a bag sticker and with an obnoxious smile (which I wanted to smack off his face) he says "are you sure you scanned it correctly?" No.  I'm not sure.  I have a hard time with things like this.  But I have two copies of my boarding pass which suggests that I scanned something correctly because it printed a second boarding pass.  So he points me in the direction of the baggage check line which is 2 miles long.

This is the slowest line known to man.  I am starting to sweat a little bit (it's now 6:30) when out of nowhere this same man with the obnoxious smile appears in his now angelic voice that I no longer want to smack the smile off of and asks if anybody has a 7am departure.  I quickly say yes that's me - he parts the crowd like the red sea and magically shuffles me to the front of the line.  Which is where my story takes a horrific turn for the worse.

I get my sticker, put my bag on the belt then all of a sudden I do not feel well while walking to security.  I feel this wash of nausea, my back starts to hurt, my stomach starts to hurt and I can feel myself getting flushed.  I have no idea why this happening, but I don't feel good.  So I make my way over to security; I'm kind of feeling a little dizzy.  Security went pretty quick - it's now 6:37 - because I didn't have much to take off and because I looked like a scab I didn't get randomly selected for anything.  I was heading over to the gate and I need a washroom stat - I really do not feel good - I (as fast as I can) find the woman's restroom and...

***Disclaimer - I apologize to any male readers I have right now - this gets a little feminine.***

This is where the universe confirmed it is playing a sick practical joke on me.  Mother Nature decided she hated me today.  When I went into the restroom I figured out why I felt so horrible... she sent me my monthly gift two days early.  I am none too impressed because I was not prepared for this at all and I have no idea what to do.  I have exactly two minutes to clean up what looks like a CSI homicide scene in stall three - it is now 6:41 - the homicide is cleaned up as best I can - my makeshift toilet paper pad (all woman know exactly what I'm talking about with this) and I have to go quickly find something to drink so I can take some Advil, because I am a hurting unit.  I found something to drink and start heading towards my gate - it is now 6:46 and once again the heaven's open yet this time not to part the red sea but by talking to me...

"This is the last boarding call for guest Joelle (obviously not calling me by my first name).  Please report to gate 49."  ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?  This page goes over the intercom twice.

With a uterus in revolt, an excruciating back, sweaty face and nauseous feeling I am somewhat jogging as fast as I can so as to not lose my makeshift toilet paper pad yet not miss my flight.  What a great start to the day.  When I arrive at gate 49 the woman greets me with a half-smile and directs me down the hallway and says lovingly at the end "Hurry please dear."  I run down the tunnel and out the door still trying to be as careful as possible and trying not to throw up.

I finally make it to the airplane where the stewardess (I mean flight attendant) is greeting me with her teeth clenched and directs me to "SEAT 10D".  When I get into the airplane and scooch down the aisle to 10D, I just want to collapse into my seat.  The guy in the seat beside me is already asleep, so I'm pretty confident I'll be able to rest without any interruption.  Until the stewardess comes over to our seat and informs my flying companion and I that we are in the emergency exit aisle and begins to give instructions on how in case of an emergency landing we are going to be responsible to pull the emergency latch, twist the window on its side when it comes into the plane then throw it out and help others evacuate.  For a brief moment I actually considere asking to be reseated because I thought sure as Sh!t if an emergency landing is going to happen it's going to be today.  Today when I feel like complete crap and have a pretend toilet paper pad in my pants. But... I decide to stay anyway because if we did have to emergency exit Natasha would kick my butt if I passed up that type of blog post.

The flight to Calgary was only an hour long and yet felt like a day because I was in so much pain.  Just before we landed my flying companion woke up a bit and we started to chat.  He introduced himself as Jason but the funny part was he actually slurred when he said Jason (because he was still so drunk) so it came out as Jawson.  He apparently got off work last night and he and some buddies killed the night having too much of a good time.  He made me laugh the entire flight telling me stories of the evening.  He kept me giggling while we waited for all of the passengers to board in Calgary.  When we were ready to take off from Calgary to Kamloops both Jason and I started to smell the funkiest smell - a mix of unchanged diaper and curry and I actually almost threw up.  I had to keep my face covered with my jacket and breath thru it.  I kept saying to myself - I breathed thru twenty blocks in NY before I threw up so I can breath thru this.  Jason dealt with the smell by shoving his fingers up his nose, again keeping me in stitches.

Jason's giggling helped distract me from the gag in the back of my throat.  We both fell asleep for a little bit of the flight to Kamloops but woke up with enough time for him to tell me a few of stories about traveling through Europe (he's also a citizen of the UK), his travels through Australia and New Zealand and Mexico - I actually felt disappointed that our flight wasn't longer.  I actually felt jealous that this man who is clearly the same age as me had all of these stories of travel and adventure.  I could have listened to the stories told from those beautiful eyes for hours longer.  

When we got to Kamloops I waved goodbye to Jason (with a w), got my bag and waited for my ride and continued to feel worse and worse and really hungry.  I ended up waiting for my ride for an additional 32 minutes... not sure if Drew forgot that my plane landed at 9am or if he wanted to increase the anticipation of seeing me.  By the time he arrived I was so hungry and so nauseous and in so much pain that I was desperate for whatever we could find to eat.  A level of desperate that I haven't been in a long time for food.  Hungry and desperate is not a good mix... so this is what hungry and desperate and hemorrhaging gets you.

If you know me at all, seeing that I'm eating McDonalds you know this is a complete sign of insanity and desperation.  After a quick stop to the restroom to change makeshift to actual and picking up my heart attack in a bag from the golden arches, I headed to the beach where I plan to sit for the next five days working on my tan and playing with the kids.

Apparently the universe has resumed laughing at me.  



I am grateful for interesting travelling companions.

I am grateful for beautiful sunny hot weather in BC.

I am grateful for StayFree with wings.  Oh am I ever so grateful.

Oh and lastly I'm grateful that the Calgary airport believes in two ply.

Wednesday, July 27

Back again to beautiful B.C.

I am flying back to B.C. this morning to attend my grandparents 80th Birthday party this weekend. My ride picked me up at 5 am, what a horrific hour of the day, I hope to never see it again. 
I had a great week off alone at home while Drew and the kids played in B.C. 
I went to the radio station yesterday went really well. When I get home I will do more work with Chris and keep improving. I love it more every time I am there. 

So off I go, for another round of sun and beach, hopefully the weather cooperates this time. 
I'll be in touch. 


I am grateful for this radio thing. I am learning so much from everyone there, and I am so thankful for the time I am there. I forget all my worries and cares, and just focus on doing something fun and exciting.

I am grateful Mels Grandmother finally passed today (she was 100) I am sorry for her loss, but I am glad she is no longer suffering. 

I am grateful for life lessons. I am grateful for everything I learn about myself while going through them and one day I'll be happy for the really painful ones too. Just maybe not today.


Tuesday, July 26

Wrap up of my trip to B.C. with the Brits.

So the week we spent in Chase B.C. was a disaster (weather wise). It is always a hit and miss thing when you go anywhere with the intention of sitting on the beach and playing in the water. Most of the time the clouds were out, blocking any chance of tan improvement I might have gotten. Then for about 1 hour every day the sun would peek through and pound heat on us. When the sun would appear, we would all run down to the beach with our towels and play for our allotted time until more clouds rolled in and hid the sun.
I only used about 20 squirts of my SPF 4 tanning oil. Disappointing to say the least.

But even though the sun was playing hard to get, we did have fun keeping busy doing other things. The kids rode their bikes, went skateboarding and played at the playground a lot.

The Brits seemed to have had a great time. It was nice to have them join us. It is amazing to me that people who have traveled and seen some of the most beautiful places in the world, places I dream about, were impressed with the place I love the most. 


I am grateful for all the sleep I got today. I was not feeling great. 

I am grateful for the rain tonight, it is such a wonderful noise to fall asleep to. 

I am grateful for how Natasha's world is changing for the better.


Monday, July 25

Welcome Back J, from the brink of insanity!!

(Big stretch...and a yawn.)

Wow, these last ten days have been fantastic! I had decided to take the last ten days off from blogging and give myself a much-needed rest. To be honest, I took the last ten days off from life, in general. A mandatory action before I was found in the fetal position off in the corner somewhere rocking and mumbling, drooling all over myself while humming Britney Spears.

I have been working on my sleeping-in skills (I need very little sleep and am normally up by seven every morning), but, I have been sleeping in until nine these last few days! I know, AMAZING, right? I have been eating when I want to, and not when a horde of little ones begin bellowing at me that they are STARVING.

I have enjoyed having total control over the remote and the music we listen to. I like to think I have rather good taste in music. My children, on the other hand, would disagree. They prefer to pick songs that have been tared and feathered, slashed and then driven over by a creature called Crazy Frog (or the Mini-Pops) and because they outnumber me, I am often forced to concede to their choices. It is what I imagine Hell will be like, Cotton-Eye Joe done by Crazy Frog alternating with the Mini Pops version of Bleeding love and they will be on loop.

Sigh.... It has been exactly what I have needed to recharge my creative batteries and get focused again. On my extended ten-day siesta I found some new music, too, that I can't wait to share. While you are listening to the new tunes (which I hope you love), I need to go sort my "travel tummy".

I am sure I am not the only person in the world whos body will not "function" while away on vacation right?
It is like my body is scared of other restrooms and goes on lock down until my return to home base. Almost like a bowel version of Alcatraz.

I try to explain to my body, this is a perfectly nice restroom, look how pretty...yet nothing. Very frustrating and rather painful.

So with that imagery, for which I know you are thankful, here are a few gems I have found over the last few days.


Lindi Ortega-Little Lie

Tight rope-Janelle Monae

Fitz and the Tantrums-L.O.V

Such a Colorful World-Max & Simon


I am grateful for sleeping in. I am not really great at it, but I am working on it.

I am grateful Drew gave me this week off.

I am grateful for how I am feeling.

I am grateful for Natasha's visit and for her editing this blog post. She is the funniest person I know in the world, and so pretty, too. (wanna guess who actually wrote this last one?)


Friday, July 15

Beautiful little Chase B.C.

Well, I have been here in B.C. for two days now and all it has done is rain. There have been a few brief moments of sun, but truly, they have only been minutes. Then the clouds come rolling back and the rain starts again. But even with that, this is still one of the best and happiest places I have ever been. 
I love this little town!  

The reasons it makes me so happy are simple, but they are good enough for me to keep coming back year after year. If I could show you the pictures you would see a beautiful lake. In the early mornings when the lake is still and calm, before all the boats disrupt it, it looks like glass. That is the perfect time to go water skiing. I love boating and playing in the water. My children and I have grown fond of diving off the boat in the middle of the lake to cool off in the blistering heat, it's the best part for us all. 

The town is tiny, and everything closes at 5pm...but there is the best bakery here. I go everyday. It is called Craigs, and their homemade soup is one of the 27 reasons I love it so much here (another reason is my eyes work better in B.C. I had Lasic eye surgery a few years ago, and when it's humid out and my eyes are not dry, I see crystal clear).

At Craigs, there is a little book by the cash register that you sign and leave a message in when you come. Strange, but I look forward to leaving a new message every time. 

Chase also has a little shop that I just love buying shorts and clothes from, its called G-Force and the woman who owns it is always so friendly, and always remembers my name. She always has a smile, and will chat with me forever.

I love being by the mountains. I feel so alive with all the fantastic shades of green everywhere. It is comforting for me to be surrounded by their silent strength.

In the near by town of Serento, there is an art show every July, and I love going. The local talent that is showcased at the show is always diverse and allows all ages to participate. I love taking an hour or so and looking through everything. One day I will buy something from the show that I have fallen in love with.

There is an adorable used book store in Chase that I love visiting, the couple always make me smile, and are so eager to help me find something. It's like they are genuinely pleased when I have something good to read, and the children love finding a treasure to enjoy too.

Every year when we drive home, back to Alberta and to real life, I cry when we pass the border. When I leave behind the humid, lush beauty that has become a real and deep part of me, my heart brakes a little. 

This place is like a little piece of heaven, and I wish you were here.


I am grateful that even when it rains here, its is often still warm enough to stay in my bathing suit.

I am grateful my computer is working tonight. 

I am grateful the children have avoided injury so far....knock on wood.



Wednesday, July 13

A traveling...I go

Because I will be on the road to take my kids on vacation there are a few "for sures" that are going to accompany the next two days.

In no particular order:
I will be frazzled.
I will be tired.
My butt will be sore after 12 hours of driving.
I am going to be hungry.
I am going to want to remove my own uterus with a dull knife.

So because I will be out of commission for a few days I wanted to leave you with a little chuckle until my return.

This is what I found. enjoy!


I am grateful for in car DVD players.

I am grateful for finally getting on the road. 

I am grateful for kids who are so well behaved and are not crying while I am packing....oh wait...


Tuesday, July 12

Off we go!

We leave today for vacation....
wish me luck.

Monday, July 11

My long over due night of laughs, and some music to go with it.

The other day when I was at the radio station The Boss gave me a couple of tickets to go see a comedian who was in town, you might have heard of him...

Yup! I went to go see Mr. Jerry Seinfeld! And these tickets could not have come at a better time. I really needed a good laugh.
Melanie was my date, and had a pretty good time too. I was laughing so hard that my jaw ached and my stomach was hurting. When it was almost over, I looked at my watch and thought, if he doesn't stop soon, I might actually pee my pants. Thankfully no urine was involved.

After Jerry we went out and laughed over nachos until the sun went down. Such a perfect night!

For music this week I hope you like them, they make me smile.

Uncharted -Sara Bareilles

New Radicals- You get what you give

Train -Save me, San Francisco

Lucas-Lucas with the lid off.


I am so grateful Natasha is getting her groove back!

I am grateful for all the help Drew gave me this weekend. 

I am grateful for our trip this week. 

I am grateful for the family that hired me to help with their baby due in Aug.

Have a great week everyone! 


Saturday, July 9

Happy 8th Birthday Gabe!

Happy Birthday to my beautiful boy Gabe! You my dear son are simply a joy to know. You are so kind and so loving, I am the luckiest mommy in the world to know you, let alone the fact that I get to call you mine.

You will go far my boy, of that I have zero doubt. You have an electric personality and people love you. Try to learn to use that for good, and never take advantage of that gift. People will always look to you and you need to know that sometimes that can be a heavy burden to carry, so remember it is okay to ask for help. And it is not selfish to need to take time to fill your own bucket. If you are going to help others, you need to take care of yourself first.
Become as educated as possible. Do what makes you happy, and never compromise what you know to be right for you. It might not be what everyone else is doing, but if it feels right for you, always stick to your guns and follow your heart. Have fun, read books because you want to, and learn to cook 3 things really well.

I love you my sweet. Remember to always laugh, it will help get you through everything life throws at you. And take your mom out for dinner once in a while.

Have a wonderful day.

Love Mom


I am grateful for healthy, vibrant, well adjusted children, who make me smile.

Friday, July 8

My day of Gratitude.

I have been struggling with writing and feeling creative and funny these last few weeks. For personal reasons I am choosing to not go into great detail about it yet. 

So because of that, I was over joyed that I had some exciting things happen this week, giving me a few things to write about, and look forward to.

Today I was back in the radio station doing more testing and practicing with Chris. I love that the more time I spend there, the more comfortable I feel. While I was there, State of Shock came in to do an interview with Chris and I got to meet them. They said hi, introduced themselves and hugged me (they hugged everyone, but mine meant more to them. I could see it in their eyes).

It was a fun time. 

Because of my lack of creativity I am going to fill the rest of this post with gratitude, in hopes the universe sends me a funny story to blog about for tomorrow, before I lose all writing ability and end up a heap of crying mess on the floor. Or a Meth addict, whichever comes first. 

So with that!

I am grateful my children are not allergic to mosquito bites, Gabe has 32 on his back from playing outside  this afternoon. If he was, he would be dead right now. 

I am grateful for prosciutto, pesto, eggs and tomatoes...

I am grateful for fans, holy crap its hot in my house. (I'd be even more grateful for AC)

I am grateful for good friends who visit me and chat all night. 


Thursday, July 7

Pretty exciting day ahead of me....

I get to go back to the station again today to do more testing, and, with permission from the Boss I get to go in early and meet a Canadian Group who will be coming in for a visit.

Wanna guess who I might be meeting today....I'll give you a hint.

I am so glad something exciting will be happening today, I feel like I have run dry with my writing. It feels like a rut, so today will help! 

I am really excited to be going back in to practice more with Chris. 

Today is going to be a great day!


I am grateful for people who fill my bucket. I had such a great night!

I am grateful for thunder and lighting storms, so beautiful. 

I am grateful for texting. 

I am grateful for exciting things that give me hope, and keep me going. 


Wednesday, July 6

One of the best things about summer

Summer time and good music go together so well.

Here is one for ya that I have been loving listening to.

Alyssa Reid Fest P. Reign-Alone Again.


I am grateful I get to go back to the radio station this week. I will explain more later.

I am grateful for pizza.

I am grateful for good friends.


Tuesday, July 5

My afternoon with a 9 year old

We are 4 days into summer vacation and I have to say I am really enjoying getting to spend the majority of my day with the kids, but I am really enjoying my very funny 9 year old Ethan. 

Ethan is learning how to be funny, and as most comics experience, sometimes his jokes are not funny, his timing is off, or he is just down right rude. All signs that he is well on his way to a poorly paying career as a humor specialist. I think he is just in the stage where he is learning what is funny and what is not. This stage can pass quickly because I am not sure my self esteem can handle this for much longer.

I like to think (actually I know) his sas and sarcasm is from my  genetic offering, but I have always just been funny. I am NEVER rude... okay, ya, I know that one is total crap. Its all me and this is what others might call Karma.

Here are a few zingers from the last few days. 

Me- walking down stairs from getting dressed up..
E- Mom, what are you wearing?
Me-A top and shorts, why? what's wrong?
E-I don't mean to be rude but that looks horrible and I would not be caught dead in that or with you wearing that. 
Me-ouch! You know, most people think I am rather well dressed.
E-Are they blind?

E-Mom, when I go back to school in the fall I want to get a pair of skinny jeans and a purple hoodie like Justin Bieber. 
Me-why? you look cool the way you dress now. 
E-Mom, I don't mean to be rude, but you are not someone I would take fashion advice from. 
Me-(again)  I know fashion Ethan, I might be older then you, but I know what looks good. 
E-Might be?

I love that my 9 year old is able to spar verbally. 
If you can even believe it, I rather enjoy this. 


I am grateful my washing machine is now working. Thanks D.

I am grateful for bedtime.

I am grateful for Kleenex with lotion. 


Monday, July 4

My deepest apologies to Canadian music!

For Canada Day I posted a few songs by Canadian artists and holy did I receive a thrashing for some of my choices. In my defense I wanted to pick songs I don't normally post. Since then I have had a few e-mails filled with wonderful  music from Canadian artists that the senders love. My friend Amy sent loads for example.

So for this music Monday I am going to share all the songs that were sent to me, and I would like to add here my apologies to all of you for not posting a better representation of what we (The True North ) have to offer musically.

I was going to post my children playing their armpits (farting) but I felt that level of talent is better left under wraps for now.

Our Lady Peace-Innocent

Apparitions- Matthew Good Band

Big Sugar-Diggin A Hole

Arcade Fire-Rebellion 

Maestro Fresh Wes-Let your backbone slide

Hannah Georgas -The Beat Stuff


I am grateful for my friends Natasha and Keira who came over and helped me clean my very disorganized house, feed and cared for my children, post things on kijiji to sell, and made me dinner. Ladies, thank you! My eyes are filled with tears of gratitude for the love you showed me today. 

I am grateful that Drew, while trying to fix my broken washing machine, hoisted up my washer and used a bottle of bleach to keep it there....did not factor in the washer is a bajillion pounds and because of this fact crushed the bottle of bleach spilling its contents all over the floor of my laundry room. 
So what am i grateful for you ask, well I am grateful the bleach did not get all over ALL of my laundry (ie lulu pants, shirts, kids clothes, jeans, socks....) only all over MOST of my clothes! 

I am grateful I got to drive the riding lawnmower Saturday out at the Brits place, I love that job! Listen to music and not think about anything. The only part that sucked was this is how my leg looked after. 

I am grateful for the beautiful land we live in!
This is where I spent Canada day!

I actually helped build this fence! True story.

Have a great week!

Saturday, July 2

Long weekend

It is a long weekend, so I'm taking it off.
But because I took such a ribbing about the Canadian music I put up yesterday. I wanna hear what you have to offer.

Go on, lay it on me. You think I missed some good ones (which of course I did, because I could not put 50 songs up in one post) tell me who your favorite Canadian band/artist is then.

The one I like the most, I'll send a chocolate bar to.

lets see whatcha got!



I am grateful for a fun day, with the best kids in the world.

I am grateful we saw the fireworks. Such a strange thing that makes me so happy.

I am grateful for dear friends, and the game horse shoes.

Friday, July 1

The True North Strong and Free

Happy Canada Day!!!!!

Here is a little Canadian Content to put you in a great mood for the party today!

The Tragically Hip-Poets

Brian Adams-Summer of 69

Shania Twain-I feel like a woman

I love Canada, but I am biased. I have grown up with all the space, beautiful blue skies, the cold, animals, humble pride. I think it's a great place. So yesterday when I was talking to English Sam about the past year she has spent in the True North, she made a list and I wanted to share it. I think it is interesting what her and the other Brit have come to love about this place I call home.

So here it is, Canada according to the Brits.

1. How friendly all Canadians are. Apart from one lady who didn’t talk to me at the park one
day, everyone else talks to random strangers all of the time.
She is talking about me here. When we first met I was in a rather bad mood and was not really chatty. but we did eventually talk and became best friends...yet I still get harassed about this.

2. How laid back life is, to the point that nothing gets done quickly, but everyone is chilled and
This actually sounds like a burn Sam...I should do something about it to show you i don't appreciate it...wait, Ill do it later I need to sit for a bit....ya never mind I cant be bothered. 

3. How good the education is. Small class sizes, good teachers and a really good curriculum.

4. How vigilant the police are with speeding cameras (4 fines between us in the first 3 months)
but how nice they are to Brits when they pull them over (2 speeding fines let off due to the
Wait a sec here..You did not get out of tickets because of the accent. Its not THAT charming. You got out of the tickets because you told the officer you had bowel problems. Nice try!
For the record, Karma quickly bit you in the A$$ shortly after this bathroom fib to the RCMP when the heavens hucked a deer in front of your truck. 

5. Weather, yes the weather. What can I say? Hmm...... It is definitely more stable than
England. Winter and snow for 7 months, then 2 months of spring and rain, 1 month of
summer and mosquitoes and 2 months of autumn and rain again.

6. Red meat. There is nothing like the steaks you get here, delicious!
Alberta Beef BABY!!

7. Landscape, wildlife and blue skies. To answer the question I have been asked a few
times ‘Are the skies really bluer here?’ Yes they are, and they are so big (that’s what she
Well Done Brit, well done. You have been paying attention!

8. Outdoor activities: skiing, snowboarding, skating, tobogganing, hockey, hiking, canoeing,
rafting, sailing, fishing, hunting, walking, golf, the list of things to do is endless!
What on this list have you done exactly?...giggle

9. How safe it feels here, to the point where people leave their cars and houses unlocked.
Completely alien to Brits, who if you left your front door unlocked would not only have all
your TV’s, computers and valuables stolen in seconds but more then likely your furniture,
food, clothes, carpets, curtains, lights and anything else that wasn’t permanently fixed to the
So true, I grew up in a small town and don't remember ever locking the door.

10. Joelle!!!
Obviously! But I think this one should be big trucks. We have very impressive trucks here.Manly big trucks.

Thanks guys!


I am grateful for our beautiful country!

I am grateful for being a woman in Canada! I am a lucky girl.

I am grateful for all things Canadian.


A little more Canadian music to finish it all off!

Nickleback-Burn it to the ground

Nelly Furtado-Turn off the light

Tom Cochrane-Life is a highway