I AM FROM…

IMAG0552I am from metal clip-on roller skates but mostly Barbie dolls, from Kraft, CCM bikes and peanut butter toasts in front of Bugs Bunny cartoons and always having to get up to change the channel.

I am from red bricks, white aluminum, and split leveled blandness with a never ending insecure desire to please. I am from the rosebush stuck behind the backdoor, neglected, slammed upon but always blooming with beautiful red flowers.

I am from the annual roasted pig we lovingly called Arnold and drunken laughter, from the Lebel’s and the Grenon’s to the Lapointe’s and the Bigras.

I am from the city we call the moon for its lack of trees and rocky roughness and a nation’s Capital where sidewalks are rolled up after business hours. But will always call home the city that gave birth to the Habs.

From do-as-you’re-toldeat-your-brussel-sproutsgo-ask-your-mother and clean-up-your-room

I am from organ rehearsals every Saturday morning at the Catholic church and stolen cookies from the nuns’ kitchen.

I’m from a confusing world where uttering something as simple as “Bonjour” could land a teacher behind bars. From “Fais dodo” and toe stomping songs with the ruine-babines inviting you to join in unison.

From the meat pies, cretons, maple syrup, pâté de foie, and card games where my aunts and uncles stuck them on their foreheads laughing wildly as they grabbed another 50.

I am from summers with cousins spent at French River, dreams of city lights, fitting in and community pools where we mold young leaders to take on the world.

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This is taken from this template here. Of course I had to change it up a little bit… but I tried to follow the rules as best as I could. I am after all a hard headed misfit and I know you would expect no less of me.

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10 thoughts on “I AM FROM…”

  1. I love this! Sounds like we are from the same channel on at the same time-slot…just a different country.

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      1. No I haven’t. I just can relate to a lot of your items. Like peanut butter toast and Bugs Bunny, eat your brussel sprouts, and metal tabbed skates.

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  2. Hi there! I’ve nominated you for the Leibster Award. This award is designed for bloggers with less than 200 readers, who quite frankly are pretty ace at what they do and deserve more.

    The rules are:

    1. Share eleven facts about yourself with your fellow bloggers.
    2. Make sure to answer the eleven questions posed.
    3. Ask eleven questions of your own.
    4. Nominate eleven bloggers for this award.
    5. Notify the people you have tagged.

    Here are your questions:

    1. What is your favourite element?
    2. Which is your most favourite swear word? WHY?
    3. If you could punch a famous person, who would it be?
    4. If your food fell to the floor, how long before you consider it inappropriate to pick it back up and eat it?
    5. Is “mint” a legit ice-cream flavour? Do you like it?
    6. How are you feeling today?
    7. Do you think we will blow ourselves up? Or do you still have faith in mankind?
    8. Do you feel bad for “pluto” (the planet) ?
    9. Favourite director /author/ screenwriter?
    10. What’s love got to do with it?
    11. Let’s say you got famous for something, like writing a book, or curing a disease or punching that celebrity in q.3. Which talk show host would you like to interview you about it?

    Have fun with it!

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  3. My track record as a bad follower usually stops me from doing this sort of thing but I suspect that we have a whole lot in common and will have some good larfs along the way… Consider yourself taken home…

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