*Because someone just emailed me asking if Canada had it’s own leader

* I’m not kidding. People have also emailed me before asking if: – Canada “celebrates Christmas” – If people really lived in igloos – How it felt to live in a country not involved in a war – Who our President is – If I get lonely (presumably because only 10 people live here. And we all wear plaid, drink beer and play hockey. Sigh, this is not true people, only in my dream world does such a country exist).

For those of you who dislike Canada (and sadly my twitter stream has had a few rather, unpleasant declarations- …READ MORE

Thank You Dr. Seuss

I’m sitting here in my classroom- one that was so ugly when I first met it, I almost cried.  It was a thousand shades of beige with ripped construction paper and borders that didn’t quite meet around bulletin boards. It had dirty walls, smeared windows and it smelled like my grandmother’s basement.  It had torn posters haphazardly dangling from the last cold remnants of sticky tack, a small collection of tattered books housed in a dirty plastic bin and 10 lonely desks stood in the center of the room.

I look around now. I have brightly colored material stretched over …READ MORE

Love is…

Finish this sentence:

Love is:___________________________________________________

Need some help? Here are some of mine:

… going to a concert you don’t want to go to because you know the other person NEEDS to see matchbox twenty so badly that they will be in physical pain if they don’t experience the caress of  Rob Thomas’ voice live.

… watching reality television when you’d rather put your arm in a meat slicer.

… saying your sorry when you mean it and following up your apology with a ordered in pizza home made dinner.

… checking each other for lice.

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Evolution

November 2006- Start my blog. On a whim. Because I’m killing time before going on a date. My first post talks about how bloggers are pretentious (no really, it does) and how I’m scared no one is going to read my blog. And then, because I’m afraid no one WILL read my blog, I attach my blog url to my email so every “real life” friend will have access to it. (I later refer to this “Blogging Mistake #1“).

November 2006- December 2006= No one reads my blog and I do not understand why. Doesn’t the internet know I exist?

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Because nothing says ‘Happy Birthday Jesus!’ like an ugly sweater competition

Five Things I refuse to apologize for

1.  My wit. And my modesty. And any lame attempt at a joke that has failed like me in a high school calculus class.

2. Wearing Uggs. I get it. People think they are unattractive. But seriously, who can show me a winter boot that IS fashionable? And one that I can put on in roughly 0.24 seconds? (Which? Is pretty high on the list of requirements for my winter footwear when I have to run outside and laugh hysterically at deal with children who have decided to lick metal playground equipment). …READ MORE

To All of You

Dear You,

One of my best friends and I talk often about what kind of ego you need to be President. How you have to be so sure of yourself, that you believe YOU- out of the millions of possible candidates, are the single best person to lead. How you have to be so confident that your speeches are ones worth listening to, your vision one worth believing in. How you have to send out your hopes and plans and goals and hope that people who are listening relate to them.

I sometimes feel that way about blogging.

It takes …READ MORE

The one where I talk about chasing a small child

If you are someone who wants a lot of traffic on your blog, I will give you a tip: wait until tomorrow night and then write a post titled “Vice Presidential Drinking Games”. I guarantee your traffic numbers will explode- mine did.

The funny thing (and by ‘funny’, I mean ‘distressing enough I wished I had an unhealthy addiction to take the pain away’) about suddenly finding your blog getting thousands of hits a day is that it just increases the amount of people who will find your post and NOT like it. Who will hate what you’ve said, who …READ MORE

Today I put out

When I was in the seventh grade, my friends mom chased me around the house with an electric shock brush.

My friend (let’s call her Victoria), came from a very new- age family. Their house was home to crystals that stood taller than me, dream catchers, a hypnosis room, prayer beads, meditation mats and enough books on new age healing and psychology that I could have paper mached the Empire State building with them. In short, it was 100% different from my home in every way. And some days I loved it (when Victoria’s mom introduced me to reiki), and …READ MORE

Pamela Anderson vs. Natalie Portman (or the most obvious difference between my mother and myself)

My mom is a hoot. I get told this a lot. She’s fun, she’s loud, she has the best shoe collection of anyone I know. We get told we look alike all the time, though I’m more likely to wear pearls and she’s more likely to wear leopard print. Many of my shopping expeditions with her involve being forced to try on something fringed, fur lined or gold and in my worst moments- all three at once.

Wait- you are picturing my mom looking like that old woman from “There’s Something About Mary” now aren’t you?

She’s not.

Really.

She’s …READ MORE

Throwing the book at Facebook

Dear Facebook,

I write to you today with a heavy heart. We used to be so close! Remember that time you introduced me to Scramble and my loved ones had to send out a search party? What fun! I loved that game. You were witty with all your superlatives (three votes for being caught wearing a bunny costume for no reason? Go me!), and I loved that I could play Scrabulous any time I wanted (even with Beth who continues to destroy me).

You let me stalk all those people I went to highschool with- you know the ones you …READ MORE