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A New Beginning

A New Beginning

It's almost a week until my birthday and so I decided to have a bit of a spring cleanup.

That, and Blogger posted all these new templates that I liked so that's as good a reason as any.

I have been blogging now for 2 years. It's seems like longer. But so does everything here for me lately.

While thinking on the bus...

To my Fellow Irish-people - as I do have a passport and also, I live here so I consider us to be "fellows".

When I say "Have a nice day" I really mean for you to Have a Nice Day. I am not being fake. I'm am not being "American" as you like to call it. I am simply being polite. Continuing to use the manners that I was brought up with. Wishing to pass along good thoughts and tidings to my fellow-people in the hopes that I can brighten their days.

And you can be sure, you won't get any sympathy from me if you start mocking the phrase.

When I say "Thank you very much" I really mean I do appreciate it. I do not mean for you to look at me with a blank shocked stare as though I've asked you to take your pants off. I mean "thank you very much". For taking the time to pack my grocery bag. For giving me proper directions to a place I'm looking for. For letting me walk by you in the cramped hallway. Please stop staring at me like I'm from out space

To my fellow North Americans - because even though we Canadians do our best to be different, c'mon now, there are A LOT of things we do the same.

When you say "Have a nice day" please MEAN IT. There's a whole culture over here that has the idea the whole phrase is code for "you're a big loser and i'm patronizing you".


When you say "Thank you very much" also MEAN IT. A Thank you Very Much is supposed to brighten someone's day, not as a snarky remark as though you are unsatisfied with the service.

Just a girl helping two sides communicate. Guess I've come to the right city.


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This is a post test - new comments - perhaps people will talk to me now :)

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