Ladies and gentlemen, the first installment of CANADICA! Enjoy and rejoice. A nation-blog is born!
This is the first post for Canadica – an amazing, mind-feckin’, cocktail of brain-blowing, seismic (purportedly) true facts from both Canadian and American bloggers displayed in a cutesy cocktail number. Okay, maybe that’s just the over-the-top way I describe it because I am, after all, American. Let’s face it, we do everything big. Don’t blame me, it’s not my fault. We don’t choose where we are born. If you want to blame someone, blame my mother. She chose it.
I know this because my mother lived in Canada once. She was an immigrant there, just as she was an immigrant in America once. My mother claims the Canadian government even offered to give her land to entice her to stay, but she didn’t want to wear snow-shoes and live in Saskatche-feckin’-Wan, which is way different than San Juan. So, momma decided to head to New York where she promptly met…
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