This is war. We've asked for a ceasefire. Our white flag is waving. We await word. Our patience and conscience are clean. There were no torpedoes before. But now they are mounted. Give the word. Coast is clear. We are there. We will save you.
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Cathy - the book i posted is a book on childhood depression and ...it's brilliant - and it sort of saves me lately as i slip in and out of deep sadness.
It might be perfect....go find it and if you can't find it i will send it to you.
I'm not a lumberjack or a fur trader.
I don't live in an igloo, eat blubber or own a dogsled.
I don't know Jimmy Suzie or Sally from Canada,
Although I'm certain they're very nice.
I have a prime minister, not a president,
I speak English and French, not American.
And I pronounce it 'about' not 'a-boot.'
I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack.
I believe in peacekeeping, not policing;
Diversity, not assimilation.
And that the beaver is a proud and noble animal.
A tuque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch.
And it's pronounced zed. OK? Not zee. Zed.
Canada is the second-largest land mass,
the first nation of women's hockey
and the best part of North America.
My name is Cathy and I am Canadian.
4:23 PM
Only one day at a time...