Sometimes my friends here in Ohio forget that I am Canadian. I mean, let's face it, I'm awesome enough (in their eyes) to be American. (I don't tell them that all Canadians are awesome- I want them to think I am special...) But there is the odd moment in the day that I remind them of how very not American and very definitely- Canadian that I am.
I say washroom instead of restroom
I say I wrote a test instead of I took a test
I call these candies rockets instead of smarties
Just so you don't feel bad- we still have smarties. They just look like this, taste way better, and are filled with chocolate!.
Target is still new to me- and the novelty hasn't worn off- (it NEVER will)
I say supper instead of dinner
I say grade one instead of first grade
I say koopon (coupon) instead of Q-pon.
I will be talking about the weather and say something like- it is supposed to be in the high 20's all week- and my friends will be shocked and horrified at how cold it is going to be. In other words I speak in Celcius instead of Fahrenheit. (I barely know how to spell Fahrenheit- let alone know how to switch between the two.)
My holidays are named differently- Family Day vs. President's Day, Victoria Day vs. Memorial Day, Veteran's Day vs Remembrance Day, Black Friday vs. Boxing Day.
I celebrate Thanksgiving in October instead of November.
I say homo milk when I am referring to Whole Milk. It can get a little awkward in a store when I say- 'we need some homo.' or 'don't forget the homo' or 'do you have any homo?'
I guess what I am saying is I am Canadian at heart, and I love it. I wouldn't change all my querks for anything. I like my differences. I'm proud of them! And it looks like we will be heading back to Alberta soon! Justin got a job! I'll fill you in on details when we have them all- we are excited though!