Canadian-ish.
Did I ever tell you that Patrick and I met for the first time (in person) in Toronto? Our first kiss took place just around the corner from the Shoe Museum. A Museum of Shoes. Two reasons right there for Toronto to earn a special place in my heart for perpetuity.
Meeting Catherine, a.k.a., Her Bad Mother, this summer gave me a third. I am guest posting about my cultural identity crisis over at her place today. Join us. We will feast on timbits and tasty, tasty socialized medicine. There may even be poutine. And no, that is not the french Canadian word for flatulence.
—Kyran, 11:40 AM
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Poutine may not be French Canadian for flatulence, but it can certainly cause it. Love your blog, just discovered from your guest post.
I met my wife for the first time in Toronto (at the airport).
And I was living right down the block from the Bata Shoe Museum at Innis College.
In what was surely a vain attempt to make myself appear socially acceptable, I spent my middle school years claiming to have a boyfriend from "Niagara Falls" whom I met at camp.
I just stumbled across your blog a few days ago and cannot stop reading it. I am especially taken with "A Memoirist is Born." I'll be back, probably several times a day!
I found your blog through "Her Bad Mother" and your Canadianish post made me just laugh out loud. I am married to a man who is Canadian as well and we live in CT. Some of what you said is so, so true. Still, I've told him many times I'd be happy to be the expat in this situation...I'm all for government that most people trust and actually have some knowledge about!
I'll be back!
Amy
I would sell my soul to have a Tim Horton's in Little Rock.
I've never been to Toronto. That could explain a lot. If only I had gone to Toronto!
This is neither here nor there really (but on your finger in the photograph). I love your rings, especially the larger one on your middle finger. Oh frick. Is this photo even you? Well I still love the ring. And your writing. Always your writing...
it *is* me. and that's my grandmother's ring. i wrote about it over here.
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