Which debate are you tuning into tonight? It was hard for me to choose, so I made a compromise:

There’s Palin and Dion. One thing I have taken out of this debate (so far) is that MAN, the Americans sure do know how to put on a better show. At times, the debate between the five Canadian prospects is messy and overwhelming, although truly reminiscent of a visit to Parliament where you will see shouting matches and vulgar language. It is more of a “debate” in the true sense of the word. Whereas the Americans is all neat and tidy and more professional looking. Does that matter? SHOULD it matter?

I liked at the beginning of the American debate when Biden quietly jabbed Palin by saying “Nice to meet you.” HA! Take that Palin, I don’t know what it is about her (perhaps all the negative bloggeries swaying my opinion slightly) but she just rubs me the wrong way! She is dragging her teenager all around to interviews all over America with her, why? That girl should be in school learning! My first thought when I noticed that she had her daughter with her for Katie Couric’s interview was that she was sending a message: “Be easy on me, my little girl is here and doesn’t want to see you being mean to her Mommy.”

Also, I don’t like the way they are dealing with gay rights. In my opinion - gay or lesbian Americans who can get married means HAPPY AMERICANS which is what America really needs right now. Their economy is heading towards the shitter, these people may have lost all their assets and investments, but at least just let those two women get married so they too can live a happy and fulfilled life! Happy Americans will lead to a happier country, in my own (admittedly slightly naive) opinion.

Okay, there is my two cents rant about politics. Now on to rant about something else - Tim’s car.

I love Tim’s car. This 1994 Mercury Grand Marquis has been through the best of times:

His car is really a party animal.

Last week became the worst of times:

It got broken into, window smashed and his GPS stolen. Can you believe that this happened in my own “secure” parkade in the basement of my apartment building?!? My building is not huge, just 6 floors with about 10 apartments on each floor and isn’t in a really busy, dangerous neighbourhood (or so I thought). This caused a huge fight between my building manager and I, resulting in my walking down the main street downtown crying! I was just soo fuming mad that this happened. The $250 repair bill didn’t help either. Calgary isn’t the safest place these days, I have laid in bed at night worrying about my own safety at times. I grew up on a farm (we don’t even know where the keys to lock our doors are) and then moved to Guelph, the only place I was exposed to actual crime and violence was in the papers.

P.S. Biden just said “Because I’m a man, I don’t know what it’s like to raise two kids alone.” WHAT!!!! Mr. Matt Logelin, and the thousands of other North American men should be shaking their fists right now, just as I am. Biden, take that back! A man is just as capable of raising children as a woman.

EDIT: Now I’ve gone and made a fool of myself - I knew I shouldn’t have talked politics!  Correction to Biden’s statement: It was more along the lines of him talking about the fact that he WAS a single parent. Did you know you can already find a complete transcription of the entire debate? I found that really interesting.

Uh-oh Biden, look what just happened:

I’ve lost you.

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Tim and I have been in a relationship together for two years, seven months, and nineteen days, and approximately sixty-five thousand kisses. We are a pretty affectionate couple, and tell each other how much we love each other about seven or eight times a day, give or take a million. I will always fondly remember the first time he told me he loved me, but recently I had someone say those three magic words to me that may have even topped the first time he whispered them to me. It was … get ready … his mother! My possible future mother-in-law. I wouldn’t say that Tim’s mom and I are especially close or anything - I mean, I think she is a wonderful mother, and a great and very kind person and has never been anything less than supportive of me and Tim, but having lived two hours away from her while in University, topped with the fact that I don’t spend too many holidays there (because I can’t bear to leave my OWN family) .. well let’s just say that Tim has been to the Bontje farm on many many many more occasions than I have been to his.

The morning Tim and I took off on our adventure of a lifetime together, Tim’s mom, Maria, made us a big brekky and had some of her best friends over to say godbye to Tim (and me, I guess!). Well, by this time the car was jam-packed, we were prepared for the worst gas-mileage Tims ‘94 Mercury Grand Marquis had EVER gotten, and Maria leaned over to me and asked me not to murder her son, but to be patient with him as he has yet to realize that I am always right, and told me that she loved me then gave me a huge big loving welcome-to-the-family hug. And I, well I just just stood there dumbfounded while fighting back the tears. But I gained my composure, returned the love and hugged her back really hard. It was such a special moment, one that I will always remember. If Tim and I ever take the big walk down the aisle (alongside Mic and Kent), I can know that my new family will love me and treat me just as well as my current one.

As soon as we drove away I turned to Tim and said “YOUR MOM JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE LOVES ME!”  Typically male, Tim looked at me confused and said … “So?”

I have put off writing this post because it always felt so far away, but time sure does creep up on you sometimes. A little while ago, you may recall that I was questioning life choices after graduation. Well, decisions have been made and now I am about to follow my dream boy across the country to the beautiful city of Calgary! The car drives out next Tuesday, May 27th. We are road-trippin’ our way across the nation to our new home for the next year. Lucky for us, I have amazing relatives out west who have already invited us into their homes until we find our perfect place to make into our home. Today was a bittersweet day, because I finished my last day at my current job (professional barmaid, bartender, petal, bar wench, whatever those crazy Europeans come up with at the moment), and have left my amazing coworkers and bosses at My Favourite Pub.

Currently I am deciding what Calgary-Leah will be like … I thrive on change and actively pursuing new and exciting adventures.

Hometown friends - there will be some sort of gathering chez Bontje farm on Sunday, so pop on over if you have time! I will keep you updated concerning times.

P.S. Don’t forget to vote for us!

Along with all of my previously mentioned exciting news, I totally forgot something! I bought my first very own car on Tuesday. I’ve been driving since I was 16 but somehow have never needed my own car until now, I was always able to use extra cars of my parents. Not anymore. It may be a little old, it may have a lot of km’s on it, it may have a little rust spot, but it is ALL MINE. My friend Dane helped me to find it and came with me to test drive it and everything. It belonged to his friend’s dad who took amazing care of it. It is so clean on the inside you’d think it was brand new. So exciting! I am no longer driving around in a car with a liscence plate that says THANKSDAD, and no longer have to feel like I am the laughingstock of the road.

savage chicken

My co-worker Karen sent me this cartoon the other day at work (we send each other Savage Chicken cartoons daily, not really sure why, but it has turned into an office ritual for a few of us). I personally think it is hilarious! Mostly because I always ask her if she has read my blog… and because the joke’s on her because she does read it every day! HI KAREN!!!!

Messed up boyfriend quote of the day:

Kent: “I love you, Maeve Binchy.”

Micaela: “…That’s not my name. That’s an author…”

Kent: “I know, but it sounds like your name.”

Kent and Micaela: “Miiiiicccaaaaeeeeeellllaaaa Boooonnnnnjjjjaaayyyyy” “Maaaaaaeeeevvvvvveeeee Biiinnnccchhhhhyyyy” *repeat for about 5 minutes*

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