What's mine is mine and what's his is...mine.

Just kidding. We got our house. Our beautiful bungalow is going to be ready in February and although it's not that far from where we are now, it's far enough from the dump we live in now!

Gerry lives...like a guy. Who's not Felix Unger. He leaves clothes on his floor. He uses towels until way past the point where they smell of mildew. Let's not even get started about the shaving hairs in the sink and the fruit flies circling above his kitchen sink. I told him today that in a couple of months, he'll no longer have to worry about this, even if it kills me.

Someone sent this to me today:




The caption read, "If light stays on for more than four hours, call your electrician."

Just WHO is running OUR Country?

I don't think I'm getting the bang for my buck at the kid's school, and they've sucked about two hundred dollars out of me since school began.

My nine year old daughter came up to me the other day and told me that if she'd been able to vote, she would've voted for Jack Layton of the NDP 'cause he's nice. The disturbing thing is that she also thought Barack Obama was also one of the candidates for "President of Canada".

A harmless misunderstanding, kind of cute, and even kind of ironic, when you think about it.

The thing is, when I was her age, I already understood that as Canadians, we had a prime minister running our country, not a president. Although I knew who Ronald Reagan was, I knew at that age that he wasn't the one running Canada. Or so I thought, anyway.

So my daughter and I had a little chat about the whole setup, and who runs where and so on. Too bad her teachers are probably running around screaming "Go Obama" and the students don't know a whit about Canadian politics.

A few weeks ago, at our Canadian elections, the one that decided who our next prime minister was going to be, only 46% of potential voters turned out. Most of the non voters cited they were too busy, or too disheartened to even consider voting for the candidates we had. And now I'm ashamed to admit that I was one of the disheartened. For me, there was no 'lesser of the two evils' to choose between, I just thought all the choices were just plain bad.

And yet, I'm willing to bet that 99% of Canadians had at least one ear tuned to the results of the U.S. election, and would have voted if they could.

And now Obama is president. Good luck to him, and I hope he does a good job, because it seems to me that Canadians are just as desperate for a good leader as Americans are.