Whether I announce it or not, people usually find out this fact about me pretty quickly. Maybe it's the fact that I say "out" with the proper vowel sound instead of bending it to an "a" sound like many Americans.
Maybe it's because I readily announce that during cheesy introduction games. "Okay kids, tell us your name, your grade, and something interesting about you!
Maybe it's because my friends love to point it out at every given opportunity, sing the God-awful "Blame Canada" song from Southpark, and use it as the butt end of every joke as the never ending theme of my life.
Regardless, it's a part of who I am. I am not ashamed, I am quite proud to be a Canuck.
I do want to get a couple things off my chest. I am actually AMERICAN too. Yes, fully fledged, Social Security card carrying, red blooded American. I get the luxury of both. (I still have my Canada Tax ID card).
The circumstances surrounding my birth allowed for a permanent dual citizenship status. I wont bore you with the details, suffice it to say, when my feet touch American soil, I'm an American. In Canada, I am Canadian. Only at the border am I both.
With my citizenship comes some annoying stereotypes which I want to address.
First, not all Canadians are mounties, lumberjacks, hockey players, or moose hunters. Do I have those in my family? Yes. I am any of those things... yes... crap.
Well, we don't have beady eyes or flapping heads.
1 comments:
Oh Paul, it's ok. You know we're just poking fun.
That said, we found out Carrie lives in a subdivision where all the streets are named after something Canadian (provinces, cities, etc). . . thought you'd want to know.
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