Sitting here trying to figure out what to write about I realize that I have really never talked about me.  Not the whiny, poor-me-I-cannot-write-about-anything-because-my-brain-is-broken me but the ‘actual me’.  The person behind this contraption we call a computer, which brings me to this post.  I figured, why not?  Let’s write about the girl every now && again.  

Today, let’s discuss in short about why people call a girl that was born in Amarillo, Texas, raised in a small Oklahoma town – Canadian.

There are funny stories about Canadians.  That they are nice, wouldn’t harm a moose, loves everything, don’t have military because they don’t believe in war – I mean the Prime Minister cried on a televised event because people were being mean.

I’m called Canadian down here.  Because I’m nice, wouldn’t harm a moose, loves everything, and I don’t have a military – I mean, I cry when people are being mean.

I’m mostly joking.  Also, I realize that Canada does have a military.

Yeah, I know this post isn’t too serious, but I wanted to write something – write everyday – &&& I couldn’t think of anything else.  So I figured a small giggle would help someone, somewhere.  If not, well, know that I would make a great Canadian and I’m way too nice sometimes.

Heh.  I’ll try & think of something smarter and more “grown-up” later to write about.  But for now, this is it.