The write stuff

Well it's almost four months into 2010 and I still find myself unsure of what my next step in life is. I know its not exactly a race, but there are things in life that I want that seem very far away...like a home of my own, a family, and a career that I don't just tolerate everyday. I feel like my life is pretty full in other areas...a supportive family, good friends, a church I enjoy, and a range of hobbies I can enjoy or ignore as needed. There isn't much I can do about a home of my own right now except pay off debt and save money which I am currently doing, and I am not exactly in a rush for a family of my own either though it is something I want someday. So that leaves my career as my focus for now. I've decided to take a chance on career guidance in the hopes that it will help me make a decision on which career is a good fit for me. Once that decision is made I'm hoping the guidance counsellor will be able to help me make goals that would at least put me on

"The War of 1812" by the Arrogant Worms

I was sitting at home last night watching a show I don't watch very often called "King of the Hill." They were playing one of the very last episodes in their long TV run and I had never seen it before. The episode was entitled "Uh-Oh Canada." I often enjoy watching the almost offensively silly view that Americans have of Canadian's as little ninnies, wearing preppy vests, speaking in a Minnisotan accent, and ending every second sentence with a pronounced "Eh". In this episode Hank Hill and his family and friends find their summer festivities being threatened by their new uppity Canadian neighbours. One of the group has decided to go away for the summer and thought it would be fun to switch homes for three months with a family from Toronto. Hank in his usual bid to be the best neighbour possible is left trying to convince his friends that the Canadians will be just like anyone else. To his surprise this family is rude and arrogant and only interes

I've always somewhat prided myself on being a feminist (despite the rather unappealing picture that this word brings to mind for many). Of course this made me happy to discover that there is an International Women's Day, but also slightly disturbed that I was not aware of this beforehand. Not knowing this and not knowing much about the history behind the ideology that I've taken as my own made me realize how easy I've had things. I've never really had my belief in the equality of men and women tested. It's scary being reminded that the rights and freedoms that I take for granted every day would not have been available to me if I was born just 60 years ago, or, for that matter, right now in many other nations. If someone was working to take away these rights would I fight for them? Would I be willing to pay the price that those who've gone before have paid? Some of them likely paid a very high price. I guess all of us eventually see our beliefs tested and r