tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7713855554340417782024-03-12T21:48:02.178-07:00An American Girl in CanadaJust a small town American girl trying to figure out a big Canadian city.Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-85646226881526357292009-11-10T21:15:00.000-08:002009-11-10T21:17:08.157-08:00Guess the City?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6LnHbdCTxbGT4oIO91oETUDfrmCt8jh8GpM74dmM4eu27WXELZggcZnOnFvFVXPIWNYtuXn0P4FCNcWigZhBPBX6Cpz6-husd1b6zZ1axGL02oAbBO8v6Cn_Qafk3cZzHj8q_kbBvjg/s1600-h/Skyline.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6LnHbdCTxbGT4oIO91oETUDfrmCt8jh8GpM74dmM4eu27WXELZggcZnOnFvFVXPIWNYtuXn0P4FCNcWigZhBPBX6Cpz6-husd1b6zZ1axGL02oAbBO8v6Cn_Qafk3cZzHj8q_kbBvjg/s320/Skyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402710555969853730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't live in a "city" until I was 26... and now I'm living in another! I love it! =)<br /></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-16785047723867390612009-09-26T09:05:00.000-07:002009-09-26T09:20:28.040-07:00Making Everything "American" AgainIt was <a href="http://brittney-americangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-to-canada-trials-and.html">kind of difficult</a> for me when I moved up to BC as far as getting all those little things that a person needs to live in order (i.e. phone, apartment, bank account, etc.). Their system is slightly different than ours, plus I'd never had experienced the extra "fun" that's involved in moving from one country to another. Anyway... I didn't think that moving BACK to the states was going to be as difficult... but it is proving to be.<br /><br />I received a Graduate Fellowship for the fall term, and I still had about half of my student loan money in a bank account up in BC. This money I was going to need to survive on for my first six months to a year back in the US until I was done with school and able to find a job. But, I did NOT want to withdraw thousands of dollars and carry it with me to my US bank. So, my thought process was that I'd just write myself a check from my Canadian account to my US one. It really shouldn't be THAT big of a deal. So, so, wrong... I didn't know why I didn't learn this after after trying to do the same thing in reverse in Canada.<br /><br />The bank I went to in Oregon to deposit my check told me that they do about one foreign check transaction per year... thus, no one knew what they were doing. They kept giving me all of these alternative ways that I could transfer my money instead of giving them a check... but I'm one of those people that just get frustrated and confused when there are two many choices. I want either a or b (side note: I enjoy restaurants with SHORT menus... if the menu has more than 3 pages of possible entrees, I get slightly anxious). <br /><br />Apparently with a foreign check, the US bank needs to send it to a collection agency, which then sends a money request to the foreign bank, who may or may not give up your money. I was told that the process for a Canadian check usually took 2 weeks to a month... but that they couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't take 3, 4, 5 or even 6 months... and, if the check bounced when it finally did get to the bank, there was another fee involved for that.<br /><br />Now, the 2 weeks to a month thing didn't bother me. I was expecting this. However, the thought that my money could be somewhat "frozen" in my bank account for an undetermined amount of time DID make me nervous. But I didn't really feel like I had any other options. Taking my money out little by little via ATM was going to rack up the transaction fees, not to mention be a BIG pain. Driving up to BC to sign money wire paperwork just seemed ridiculous, and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">paypal</span> transfer has a lower conversation fee and other fees attached to it... so, I just went for it. I figured I if I didn't get my money in a month or so, I'd do the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">paypal</span> transfer and just eat the bounced check fee (I figured it would be less than going to the ATM 20 times in order to get my money that way!).<br /><br />In the end, let me tell you how EXCITED I was when I signed onto my bank account summary this money and saw that, EXACTLY two weeks later, the money was there, in my account! At a decent exchange rate! Woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hoo</span>!! I can pay my rent now! =)<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-31524645679566117082009-09-01T10:20:00.000-07:002009-09-01T10:24:52.382-07:00Summer Term Finally DONEI have FINALLY finished my summer term paper, an examination of the path that leads foster youth to involvement in crime and how generally effective independent living programs are or may be in reducing the disproportionate number of former foster youth who end up in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CJS</span>. My prof for my independent study extended the deadline since our original plan for a project didn't pan out. So... it is now DONE! (even though the term's classes were done almost a month ago).<br /><br />I would REALLY love some other than myself and my prof to read it as I spent a lot of time on it and am quite proud of this. Hoping that someone out there will read it and give me some feedback, I have made it available online <a href="http://docs.google.com/View?id=d6dz4w7_825p8z7ngf">here</a>, however, google has messed up all my graphics and formatting, so I apologize for that!<br /><br />P.S. I have not done my final typo edit on this, but it has gone through about three different edits between myself and my prof, so I'm hoping it's good enough for viewers at this point!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-74882870295643517082009-08-25T08:15:00.000-07:002009-08-25T08:40:05.177-07:00Moving "Home"Well, I'm back in the states and have moved into my new place in Oregon, but I thought I'd give you all a recap of my adventures in moving OUT of Canada... It was definitely not what I was expecting as the things I was anticipating to be troublesome (i.e. crossing the border) were not, and the things I thought would be easy (canceling my cable/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span>) were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sooo</span> NOT.<br /><br />First things first, Jacob picked up the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Penske</span> rental truck just south of the border in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bellingham</span> on Saturday afternoon. You cannot pick up a rental truck in Canada and return it somewhere in the U.S. Thankfully I had Jacob to help me with this, otherwise I would have had to take a bus across the border, pick up a truck and then drive it back across the border... ugh.<br /><br />On Saturday Jacob and I did a little bit of packing and "staging" the apartment for the movers, who were coming bright and early on Sunday morning. We didn't have anyone to help us move out, so we decided to spring for movers rather than try to maneuver all the furniture out of the apartment, down the stairs, and puzzle pack it into the truck ourselves. Then we went out and had a nice dinner to celebrate our last night in Canada.<br /><br />Sunday morning at 9 AM the movers showed up and got to work. They spoke very minimal English, which made the process somewhat difficult. Jacob and I felt kinda weird just sitting around while they moved everything, so, in order to help, and move the process along a bit (they were taking a little longer than I had financially anticipated) we started moving some of the easier to lift things down stairs for them.<br /><br />During this time I took a break to return my cable and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Internet</span> stuff (modem, cable box, etc.). When I called about 2 weeks ago to schedule the cancellation of my services I was told that the local office in Surrey was open 7 days a week from 9-5. I SPECIFICALLY verified that they were open on Sundays. I was told that they were. Then, just to be clear, on Saturday I signed onto the cable's website and checked the hours again for the Surrey location. And, again, I say Sunday 9-5. So... on Sunday at about 10:30 I drove over there only to find a sign on the window that said "Sundays- CLOSED".<br /><br />Not sure what to do at this point (as we were driving the truck over the border that night and I would not be available to return the stuff on Monday). I called the company, explained my situation and told them they had better change the listing of open hours on their website. They said they would pass that info along (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lol</span>.. yeah, we'll see), and then gave me the address of a UPS store in Burnaby where I could drop off the equipment (Burnaby is about a 30 minute drive from my then-apartment). I was told that this store was open from 12-5.<br /><br />At about noon I set off for this UPS store. I called before I left to try to get better directions but I got the answering machine message, which said their open hours (and I verified 12-5 on Sundays), and the name of the shopping plaza they were in, but said that they were currently with a customer and to leave a message. As I had received the information I needed from the message, I did not leave one and set out on my way.<br /><br />Half an hour later I show up at the UPS store and, lo and behold... the store is under renovation and closed! <br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">SOOO</span> not my day at this point. I tried calling the cable/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">internet</span> company again, but the automated message said that they had an excessively high number of callers (probably other pissed off, misinformed customers) and to leave a message with my name and number and they would call back in the order that messages were left. So, I did. And I waited. And I got lunch. And I waited some more. And then I got really annoyed. And then I got a plan.<br /><br />I hopped back into my car and drove back to the post office that is across the street from my then-apartment. Post offices are open on Sundays... go figure. I boxed up all the equipment and MAILED it back to the cable/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Internet</span> company with a rather long note expressing my disappointment in their services and my ordeal. Cost me about $12 in postage, over two hours of wasted time on moving day, and about 30 miles on the road. They had better damn well accept this! Bah!<br /><br />So, that was out of my way. The mover's finished at a little after noon and Jacob finished loading the truck with the little things, then we started the cleaning process. <br /><br />When I moved up to BC we were told that an apartment would be available for us on the 1st of Sept. And then we were told that it wouldn't be ready until the 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span>. I made a stink about this as I needed to start classes and needed to have a place to live. So, they allowed to let me stay in a "loner" apartment for that week. I slept on the floor and had my computer and a collection of TV dinners to my name. The place was a sty. I don't even think that the carpets had been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">vacuumed</span> after the last people moved out. It smelled funny and I was altogether grossed out and scared for our apartment (which, fortunately, was in a bit better condition than that one).<br /><br />I take this side not to explain why we didn't clean to the best of our abilities. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">lol</span> Don't get me wrong, we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">thoroughly</span> cleaned things. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">fridge</span> looked fantastic after Jacob was done with it. But, we did NOT pay to have the carpets or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">mini blinds</span> professionally cleaned as was "required" of us upon move out. Nor did I scrub walls, etc., etc. The place was clean. We left it looking very nice, but I"m going to be quite annoyed if we don't get the security deposit back. Especially since I KNOW that the apartment I stayed in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">temporarily</span> was rented out that way as I had about an hour to move out of it into my new place before a Russian family was scheduled to move in.<br /><br />By about 5 o'clock we were officially out of the apartment. I dropped off the keys in the office drop slot and we were on our way. We stopped for a quick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">DQ</span> dinner and then headed for the border. This is what I was really concerned about. We've had such issues with the border in the past I didn't know what to expect. But they let us right through! They didn't even LOOK inside our truck! I was pretty shocked! By 6:30 we were at the gas station in Blaine, WA ready to REALLY start our drive home after saying our final goodbye to life in Canada.<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-67452940873067650712009-08-22T10:03:00.000-07:002009-08-22T10:08:44.876-07:00A Year in CanadaThe last time I drove up back into BC I spotted a U-haul truck just across the Canadian border hauling a car from Oregon. I was reminded of my own move just about one year ago.<br /><br />Living in Canada and going to school up here has definitely been an interesting experience, and, while I'm looking forward to being back in the states, I have appreciated the new experiences that I've had and people that I've met up here in BC.<br /><br />As of tomorrow I'll be packing up that moving truck yet again and heading south back into the U.S. (I'm a bit anxious to see what happens at the border... I'll be sure to let you all know how it goes!). I'm still a student at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SFU</span>, but I'll be completely my degree program from "abroad". So, this blog may "end" in the next few weeks, or I may continue it as a "Canadian Student in America"... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-83403759493709881912009-08-21T23:20:00.000-07:002009-08-21T23:24:48.513-07:00Unemployed!Well today was the last day of my summer contract as a teaching assistant. Which means that I am currently unemployed... and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sooo</span> happy to be so! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span> No more dealing with students who are upset that they got an A rather than an A+ or asking for extensions on their assignments because two classes have assignments due on the same day. And, especially, no more reading 12 page papers on prostitution, drug legalization, and pornography!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">YAY</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">commemorated</span> this by deleting the icon on my computer desktop for the classes website... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">YAY</span>! =)<br /><br />In about 3 weeks time I'll be starting the next stage of my Masters program by commencing my practicum placement at an independent living program for young adults. I'm VERY excited about this!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-27283622588001395412009-08-20T17:22:00.001-07:002009-08-20T17:26:01.687-07:00Pipe Band World Title!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SFU</span> apparently has one kick ass pipe band. =) On August 15 the band won its 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> world title (second in a row) in Glasgow, Scotland. Read the <a href="http://www.sfu.ca/pamr/media_releases/media_releases_archives/media_08150901.html">press release here</a> and see the video below!<br /><br /><object width="280" height="170"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N04e3n0yrTo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N04e3n0yrTo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="170"></embed><a class="zjfmvkvxubbmresfhscz" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/N04e3n0yrTo&hl=en&fs=1&"></a></object>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-63134489545978535672009-08-19T14:22:00.000-07:002009-08-19T14:26:46.947-07:00Change of Address<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rv-roadtrips.thefuntimesguide.com/images/blogs/fulltime-rving-forwarding-mail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 181px;" src="http://rv-roadtrips.thefuntimesguide.com/images/blogs/fulltime-rving-forwarding-mail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>As I packed up my life yet again, and get ready to say goodbye to Canada, I am trying to get all of my "affairs" in order. One of those things that you do when you move is fill out a change of address form at the post office. Back home it's not a big deal. You can even take it home and just mail it back to your post office. Easy easy. So, as such, I was expecting the same thing up here. I picked up a form at the post office, filled it out and was going to mail it in, however, I did not see any mailing address indicated on it. So, today, I walked over to the post office to hand deliver it.<br /><br />To my surprise, changing your address is not the quick and easy experience in Canada as it is in the states. In fact, Canadians have to PAY to get their mail forwarded! If I were to stay in the province it would have cost me about $40 to get my mail forwarded for six months. Since I'm moving out of the province, it was going to cost me $110!!!<br /><br />Forget that!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-67429359489278542112009-08-18T08:00:00.000-07:002009-08-18T08:25:05.104-07:00Holly Comes to Canada!It is 8 AM and I have been awake for 3 hours.<br /><br />The 5 AM wake up was well worth it however, and it meant that I got to spend 3 full days being a tourist in Vancouver with my good friend (<a href="http://sanddollarsandsunflowers.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-party.html">and bridesmaid</a>) Holly. I just wish I didn't have to take her to catch the bus back to Oregon today =( But, we had a FANTASTIC time while she was here (and now are very, very sore, and very, very tired! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span>)<br /><br />Day 1: <a href="http://www.vanaqua.org/">Vancouver Aquarium</a> and a walk/hike through Stanley Park looking for my "lost" car (only to discover I had a parking ticket =P).<br /><br />Night 1: Partied it up at the <a href="http://blarneystone.ca/">Blarney Stone</a> in <a href="http://www.gastown.org/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gastown</span></a>. Danced to some FANTASTIC <a href="http://blarneystone.ca/index.php?action=music">Irish, </a>classic rock and Motown music... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">SOOO</span> much fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523530723_722465723_8474057_5478395_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 221px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523530723_722465723_8474057_5478395_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523520723_722465723_8474055_924678_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523520723_722465723_8474055_924678_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523510723_722465723_8474053_5228090_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523510723_722465723_8474053_5228090_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Day 2: Woke up early after a late night out to go <a href="http://www.bowenislandkayaking.com/">kayaking on Bowen Island</a>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Parkade</span> at the bay was FULL as were the other two parking lots... I parked in a 3 hour parking spot (for six hours) and prayed I wouldn't get my second parking ticket of the weekend... the Gods were smiling down at me! No ticket! =) And I FANTASTIC day out on the water!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523580723_722465723_8474064_6452607_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523580723_722465723_8474064_6452607_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523585723_722465723_8474065_2829577_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 304px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523585723_722465723_8474065_2829577_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523600723_722465723_8474067_5891043_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523600723_722465723_8474067_5891043_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523575723_722465723_8474063_402037_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523575723_722465723_8474063_402037_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">** This is Boyer Island! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span> I was so exited! I have my own island! =)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Night 2: Dinner at the <a href="http://www.yelp.ca/biz/sushi-garden-japanese-restaurant-burnaby">Sushi Garden</a> and then home to REST! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lol</span><br /><br />Day 3: <a href="http://www.pne.ca/index.htm"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Playland</span> Amusement Park </a>in Vancouver! I went on a number of rides and didn't get sick at ALL! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lol</span> Though, I was very sure to do the upset-the-tummy rides PRIOR to eating all the carnival food =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523610723_722465723_8474069_1102134_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5888_257523610723_722465723_8474069_1102134_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523630723_722465723_8474073_355566_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs138.snc1/5888_257523630723_722465723_8474073_355566_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Night 3: Freezing indoor pool soaking back at my apartment (don't know why the heater never seems to work when I want to swim), and then more relaxing... Holly's last night... had a blast! Gonna miss her and my stay-cation!<br /></div></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-65449416554197217682009-08-08T18:53:00.001-07:002009-08-08T18:53:30.683-07:00You Know You Want To Be Canadian! =)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWQf13B8epw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mWQf13B8epw&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-4609644603350460952009-08-05T12:44:00.000-07:002009-08-05T12:46:04.779-07:00A Summer Day in British Columbia...Here I am on a cool summer day sitting in my apartment, grading final exam papers, listening to my neighbor practice the bag pipe...Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-60367897853379905682009-08-03T00:17:00.000-07:002009-08-03T00:21:10.088-07:00Nice to Feel AppreciatedThis note from my student today could NOT have come at a better time for me. I've been alone up in BC for almost a week now and I'm starting to feel it. I have a ton of undergrad papers to grade, a paper of my own to write, and an apartment to pack up in the next three weeks... and no motivation to do any of it. So, it was nice to find this message in my inbox today:<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"></span><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Hi Brittney,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">I just wanted to say thanks for a great semester and you were a great TM. The class was extremely interesting and you helped a ton with your responses. I think I would have just gotten way too confused with my own thoughts if you didn't clear things up.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Anyhow, I just wanted to wish you the best of luck in the future.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Cheers.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></blockquote>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-70381684516920256312009-07-30T19:54:00.000-07:002009-07-30T20:16:02.407-07:00I am NOT Going to Miss the BorderI HATE crossing the border. Even though I know that I'm doing nothing wrong, I still get this mini-anxiety attack when I pull up to their little window. They ask so many questions. I know they are trying to trip you up. Where are you going? What's in that bag? Where do you live? How long will you be gone? But the question that got me this last time that I crossed back into the U.S. was, "Do you have any cat food?"<br /><br />I ALWAYS tell them when I have my cat in the car (the last thing I need is to get pulled over for trying to smuggle a life animal over the border), but no one has EVER asked me if I had cat food (in all actuality, I thought they'd have more problems with the kitty litter box on the back seat).<br /><br />I told them that yes, I had cat food. How much? A couple cups. Is it in the original packaging? No... I pour it into a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tupperware</span> container. By this point I am getting really confused. Then the guy sticks this orange post-it note thing on my wind shield and tells me to park my car and go see someone at the agriculture desk inside (and he TAKES MY PASSPORT.... this worried me a bit).<br /><br />My mother was with me on this trip, so we park the car and the two of us head into the building... still not quite sure what's going on. We stand in line behind a large family that appears to be of some eastern European decent (and also appears very confused). There is no one at the counter helping them, though they appear that they have been helped and are waiting for someone to return. So, Mom and I wait. Finally one of the immigration officers tells us to step to the other counter where another office is working on something. So, we go over there. And, without a word, the officer that was there picked up and left... never to be seen (by us) again. And, we wait some more.<br /><br />FINALLY this woman comes up and asked if we'd been helped. I was not happy to see this particular woman... she was the same one who tried to <a href="http://brittney-americangirlincanada.blogspot.com/2009/02/apples.html">fine me $300 for an apple</a>. She took my little post it. And told me that I wasn't suppose to bring cat food into the country because it may have lamb in it (...so?). And then she just stared at me! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span> I asked her what my options were and she told me that I could either turn around and take it home, or she would dispose of it. After sitting in line at the border for over an hour, I was most definitely NOT going to turn around and take 4 cups of cat food back home. So I told her to go ahead and get rid of it. Then she asked me which car was mine and where the cat food was. I told her and she told us to remain inside. <br /><br />I could see her from the window... and she inspected my entire car. Even popped the trunk even though I'd told her that the cat food was in the back seat. My mother, somewhat <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">naively</span>, seeing the women poke around in my trunk asked if she should go out and tell the woman where it was. I told her NO. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>... the last thing I needed was for my mother to walk outside against a border officer's orders and get detained for further questioning! Finally the woman brought my cat food inside, dumped it out, handed me the container back and told me that she'd left the small amount of food that was actually in his food dish.<br /><br />Wow... wasn't that nice? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span><br /><br />And we were on our way again...<br /><br />Fast forward to weeks later, crossing back into Canada...<br /><br />The signs along the freeway said that the wait at the border would be about 10 minutes. I was very pleased about this as I had been driving for a LONG time. I stopped in Blaine, got some gas, and then drove a few more blocks to the Hwy 543 border crossing. Right before the lanes split cars were backed up. One by one border agents were letting cars drive through a check point; every 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> car or so they stopped and had their drug dogs sniff around. I was so worried that they were going to stop me and the dogs were going to freak out 'cause I had a cat in the back seat! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span> (I know this is highly unlikely since they are trained drug dogs, but they thought still crossed my mind). Thankfully, I wasn't stopped and continued on to.<br /><br />There were about 4 lanes open at the border, two on the right, and two on the left. Right in the middle (in a now-closed lane), about one car length from the window, was an RV... with a tow truck in front of it trying to hook it up! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lol</span> I would NOT want to be those people!Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-73938835523590663242009-07-22T11:51:00.000-07:002009-07-22T12:01:30.719-07:00It's Been AwhileI've been neglecting my blogs recently... I blame this primarily on the fact that a lot has been going on in my life these last few weeks, and that I was rather upset by a comment that was posted on one of my posts a few weeks back. This comment was rather rude and insinuated that I was making too many generalizations about the Canadian population (however, at the same time turning their nose up at me and my Americanism).<br /><br />I thought about this for a little while and I do not believe that I am making "generalizations" but rather "observations". I am not capable of meeting EVERYONE in Canada (or any other geographic area for that matter!). As a visitor to a country I make observations about the culture dependent on what I see on a day to day, random basis. My blog is not full of generalizations. I am not saying that "all Canadians like hockey", but rather, like any researcher, I have to come to some sort of conclusion based on a small, random sample. "Hockey is a larger part of life in Canada than in the U.S."... this is not a generalization, this is an observation (this is not the specific post that my commenter commented on, just an example).<br /><br />So... yeah... that my little spurt of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">upsetedness</span>. =) Now back to your regularly scheduled programming! =)<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-72507177863640139832009-07-13T22:23:00.000-07:002009-07-13T22:26:28.899-07:00Dinosaurs?My mom is up visiting me this week... getting the chance to experience the Canadian way of life (more on her visit later).<br /><br />She called back home tonight and talked to my 4-year old nephew on the phone. He, apparently, asked where she was, and this is how the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">conversation</span> went (at least, the one side that I could hear):<br /><br />Mom: We're up in Canada. Can you say <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Cana</span>...<br /><br />(4-year old babble)<br /><br />Mom: Are there dinosaurs up here? I don't know... I haven't see any... but I'll keep my eyes open for them!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lol</span>.... gotta love little kids, and their wonderful cultural perceptions =)Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-9237199495713108782009-07-11T17:35:00.001-07:002009-07-11T17:36:56.111-07:00ANOTHER New Blog!As some of you may already know, last weekend my boyfriend, Jacob, asked me to marry him! We are so excited, and I'm very much looking forward to the wedding planning. As such, I have created ANOTHER new blog (I will try to keep up all THREE as best as I can!)<br /><br /><a href="http://sanddollarsandsunflowers.blogspot.com/">Sand Dollars and Sunflowers: Musings of a soon-to-be, barefoot on the beach bride!</a>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-5199129685039893212009-06-29T15:23:00.001-07:002009-06-29T15:32:03.535-07:00Hiding in Plain Sight?Most of the time I don't really question the U.S. government... sure, I think some of their policies are odd and inefficient, but I rarely see something in action and think, "What the Hell are they doing??"<br /><br />I had one of those times driving through Washington a couple weekends back.<br /><br />Driving up I-5 I saw, behind me and in the next lane, a white SUV with the word "Police" on it. Since, obviously, I was speeding, I quickly tried to slow down undetected. By doing this, I slowed down to the same speed as the SUV (which ultimately passed me) and I was able to read the rest of the writing on the side and rear of it.<br /><br />"Department of Homeland Security-- Federal Protection Services"...<br /><br />Isn't this, like, a bulls eye?? Shouldn't they be transporting important witnesses in unmarked vehicles with tinted windows?<br /><br />I was definitely wondering, "what the hell??"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://diecastconnection.com/images/products/165.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 291px;" src="http://diecastconnection.com/images/products/165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-31688887244369190482009-06-24T16:08:00.000-07:002009-06-24T16:23:43.043-07:00I'M MARRIED!!!!Or, rather, I'm in a "Common-law Union"... which the government acknowledges after one year of living with your partner, and, thus, if Jacob wanted to, could get the same benefits/etc. that I get from the Canadian government (health insurance, etc.) A lot better system (I think) than in the U.S... though I think it might be getting better down there.<br /><br />So... do I still gifts for this milestone? lol... I'll have to check on that! =)Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-84510755931902803442009-06-21T15:54:00.000-07:002009-06-21T15:55:12.946-07:00Hey!Does Middle Eastern polka exist? 'Cause I think that's what my neighbors are playing...<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-84306765484394290052009-06-18T10:49:00.000-07:002009-06-18T10:51:27.436-07:00Buzzing BankI saw <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2009/06/17/bc-mosquito-noise-new-westminster.html">this story</a> on the news last night... it's just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SOO</span> frustrating to me... instead of spending money to help people, let's treat them like rodents and buy devices to keep them away...Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-73769489923134313222009-06-17T17:09:00.000-07:002009-06-17T17:13:41.665-07:00What a Way to Go...I know that the death of a 14-year-old girl is not a laughing matter... and I am not intending any disrespect, however any of you who have seen the show <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0348913/">Dead Like Me</a> and appreciate the morbid humor of "freak accidents" need to see <a href="http://www.thehamiltonspectator.com/News/BreakingNews/article/584468">this article</a> that I ran across today.<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-40303233087233194692009-06-17T15:03:00.000-07:002009-06-17T15:09:59.975-07:00Woof!Walking through the secured hallway of the criminology department you can peek into a number of different offices and see door-way baby gates. No, it is not "bring your child to work day". On the contrary, this is not a random occurrence... this is a regular phenomenon. Behind these baby gates are not babies, at least not by regular standards, but, rather, pooches. Bringing your dogs to work is, apparently, not something to even bat an eye lash at up here. Plus, it's an excuse to take a walk and get some fresh air every hour or so.<br /><br />Just a moment ago I went to use the rest room. Upon returning to the computer lab, in the hall in front of me stood a standard poodle, head tilted, as if to say, "Hey.... How's it going?"<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.parispoodles.com/sitebuilder/images/Paris_Poodles_Madeline_sit-335x347.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 347px;" src="http://www.parispoodles.com/sitebuilder/images/Paris_Poodles_Madeline_sit-335x347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-60276195611264176622009-06-17T14:47:00.000-07:002009-06-17T15:02:50.661-07:00No Line?On June 1st the <a href="http://www.consular.canada.usembassy.gov/passport_requirement.asp">new passport requirement</a> went into effect on the Canadian/US border. This has been YEARS in the making... now, in order to cross the border into/out of the U.S., you MUST have a passport. Before you just needed ID and proof of citizenship (birth certificate).<br /><br />As I've said, this has been years in the making... the effective date has been pushed back time after time, so, I figured that it wouldn't really be that big of a deal when it actually happened, but, that was just the American in me a guess. Here's the deal... according to one <a href="http://news.aol.ca/article/passport-requirement-at-canada-us-border-takes-effect/636154/">news article</a> more than half of Canadians currently have a passport... while less than 1/3 of Americans do. So? You may ask. Well, here's the problem. Canada, particularly the border cities, rely heavily on American tourism, specifically during the summer travel time. With only 30% of Americans having passports that means fewer people crossing the border and less money coming into the Canadian tourism economy.<br /><br />None of this really occurred to me yesterday as I was crossing the border back into Canada after a trip home. I approached the border and there were NO CARS waiting... in ANY of the open lines. There was one car other than myself going through the Nexus line... but I drove right up to the window. Being an American, not considering anything, I made some comment to the border agent that I don't think I've ever seen it that empty before! She just sadly smiled at me.Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-37863286779345340002009-06-16T21:41:00.001-07:002009-06-16T21:45:05.367-07:00New BlogSo, I've started a second blog. After a conversation with an old friend of mine about how I'd like to someday write a book about my experiences in my field but worried that I could fill up a whole book, I decided to start small with a collection of vignettes. Perhaps someday they will make their way into publication, but, for now, they are just memories, written down, before I am no longer able to recall all of the ridiculous situations I have found myself in! =)<br /><br />Read my collections of ramblings at: <a href="http://brittney-down-the-rabbit-hole.blogspot.com">The Rabbit Hole</a><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-771385555434041778.post-35850363325509915472009-06-05T11:10:00.000-07:002009-06-05T11:19:51.855-07:00And The Fun Begins...The kitchen is clean, the bathroom is clean, the living room is cleaning... clothes are packed, "school work" is packed, cat stuff is packed... I have my camera, tooth brush, cell phone.... I am ready to go... on what is going to be a VERY chaotic week and a half. It would be FANTASTIC if the border wait went quickly... as I don't really need any more stress right now!<br /><br />Here's my schedule.... down to Portland today, stay the night with Jacob's bro, head to Eugene tomorrow spend the day with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fam</span>, down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Coquille</span> on Sunday for a graduation celebration for Jacob's cousin,Monday and Tuesday in Eugene, Wednesday back to Portland, Thursday I have an interview for my practicum (FINALLY), Friday to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pendleton</span> for my brother's graduation, Saturday back to Portland, and then three days (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">yay</span>!!) staying in the same <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">place</span> until I come back up to BC on Tuesday.... *sigh* I'm tired just thinking about it.Brittneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15422992347394158061noreply@blogger.com2