I AM CANADIAN!

Hey!

I am not a waitress, or an actress, and I don't live in a bungalow, eat zucchini, or own an iguana (Or a cat, if you care).
I know Chris from Brighton, Tara from Toronto, Lindsay from Uxbridge, Melyssa from Pickering, Sarah from Oshawa, Josh from Ottawa, and Mike from Whitby, and they frequently tell me they hear voices inside their heads.

I have a trailer, not a cottage, and its parked in our back yard. I speak English, French, Mambuno, a little Hebrew, some Mohawk Indian, but no American, and precious little Spanish. I say 'Meh', not 'eh' and I spell my name with two n's, no I, no E, no hyphen, one word, Ashlynn.

I can proudly buy a backpack from Wal-Mart, Zellers, or Sears, but no longer from K-Mart, although Eatons is an option again.

I believe in peacekeeping and policing, so long as I don't have to do anything about it. I believe in the tossed salad mentality, not the melting pot.

I believe the Wolf is a truly beautiful and majestic animal.

A toque is a hat, a three-que is just stupid.

And it has to be Zee, not Zed, Zed doesn't rhyme! Who ever heard of a Zed-bra?

Canada has the largest useless mass, and his name is Uncle Moe!

We are the first nation of hockey, but we still allow for the blue dot on the puck for the yanks. We are still the best part of North America, but I make exceptions when talking to Californians, and Cajuns.

My name is Ashlynn,

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