Happy Canada Day, Ya Hosers

Happy Canada Day 1

I’m Canadian, and it should be noted that I have NEVER spoken like that in my life!  Aside from some absolutely BRUTAL dialects that come out of the Maritime provinces (Newfoundland, I’m looking at you), I’ve never really found Canadians to have a particular linguistic style.  Then I think about Loonies and Toonies, 26ers (alcohol) and 2-4s (a term used to describe both a case of beer AND the Victoria Day long weekend), “Holy liftin’!” and “Give’r!”, toques and a mickey (more alcohol), and I really think otherwise.  Also, we might have a national drinking problem (do we EVER if we’re drinking Molson – hey-oh!)

This manicure signifies the first time I have ever semi-successfully painted a maple leaf on my nails.  I’m typically total ass at leafs of any description, an odd little glitch in my programming that occupies the same hard drive space as my inability to draw stars or ever remember the rules of football or card games.  I like to think I was inspired by patriotic pride to get it right this time – I did it for my country!  Happy Canada Day, friends – I hope you have a great one. 🙂

Happy Canada Day 2

Gallery of Canadiana

I popped over to the Weather Network for a moment to check on tomorrow’s forecast for Canada Day. I live in the nation’s capital, and as such, there’s always tons of patriotic parties and one huge blowout of music and fireworks on Parliament Hill, seat of our good nation’s government. It’s quite the event if you’re into crowds, heat, road closures, Blue Rodeo, sunburns and moderate public intoxication. I’m actually not into any of those things (Blue Rodeo excepted; 5 Days in May is a favourite song) so I tend to stick pretty close to home come Canada Day, but it still bums me out to see that tomorrow’s forecast is calling for thunder storms and rain. Take it from a person who may have spent a bit of time doing precisely this, but there’s nothing worse than trying to get your public drink and sun stroke on in a humid downpour. Heh, although one year when Mr. Finger Candy and I lived just a few blocks away from Parliament Hill, we stood on our balcony and laughed uproariously at all the red and white-clad tourists ineffectually pelting down the street to avoid a massive rainstorm that just sort of spun itself out of nothingness. I’m not sure we come out looking so well in that story, but at least we stopped short of taunting, right? Because we’re polite Canadians like that.

This little gallery encompasses some of my more patriotic posts and manis, from the traditional (redwhitemapleleaf) to the not-so traditional (Mr. Dressup’s Tickle Trunk and the Trailer Park Boys.) There’s also a bit of nail art that never fails to make me laugh, last year’s attempt at beaver nails, which I joked at the time really came out looking more like dogs with conjunctivitis. And indeed they still do!