O Canada - Politically Correct?

Thursday our school held our annual Remembrance Day assembly, and somehow I was troubled with the lyrics of our national anthem... among other things (thank you to my Grade 11 class for allowing me to vent my random tangents, but our class is a great forum for discussion). I don't know why something I hear daily can normally go unnoticed, or how much I want to get into this yet again (because I then went so far as finding politically correct versions online before class Friday to "find some closure" on my issues with the national anthem). I think for now I might just leave it at sharing a spoof I found; even though I find much of it absurd, I seriously have a bone of contention with a couple parts.

A politically correct national anthem for Canada
from: http://www.superspoof.com/ocanada/

Our National Anthem is very offensive to everyone. It must be changed! We have identified 13 separate offenses in the National Anthem, as follows:

1. "our home and native land" - Some people are not originally from here, therefore not native. Also some people, such as servicemen and Canadian foreign diplomats do not have their home here either. They should be very offended.
2. "thy sons" - We know all about the ire these words raise with our "daughters"!
3. "glowing hearts" - This is offensive to the many Canadians with non-glowing organs.
4. "we see thee rise" - This is obviously an attack on those who live closer to sea level. The phrase was originally included because of demand from the leaders of Upper Canada. Their distaste was directed to those in Lower Canada. Quebec, therefore, should feel especially alienated by this phrase.
5. "the true north" - This offends scientists and navigators who rely more heavily on "magnetic" north.
6. "strong" - Now, talk about a jibe directed toward the most helpless of society. This is a malicious attack on the sick, children, and other Canadians who otherwise don't get off the couch enough to become "strong".
7. "free" - This phrase is very offensive to Canadian prisoners.
8. "and wide" - Persons of substantial girth should unite against the use of this word.
9. "God keep our land" - This is offensive to atheists, spiritualists and those who follow religions which are not monotheistic. I am certain they are not ready to give the land to "God", and certainly not to "keep"!
10. "glorious" - People from less glorious cities and regions might prefer "economically competitive" or "industrialized".
11. "and free" - There it is again!
12. "we stand" - Many Canadians are physically unable to stand. They should not be made to feel less Canadian because of this.
13. "on guard for thee" - Those not working in the military or other security-oriented positions (such as mall cops) are made to feel second class citizens because they are not actively fulfilling their duty of protecting Canada. Just to add insult to injury, we sing this line twice.

Our Proposed Alternative: Given that the national anthem is so offensive to so many, we should formulate a National Anthem without lyrics, perhaps replacing words with whistling or hand actions. Before this is done, hand-free Canadians who cannot whistle should be thoroughly consulted about their sensitivities (perhaps an alternative "eye-blinking" or "breathing" sequence could be introduced in place of hand actions).

Alternately, we could translate the National Anthem into a language that nobody speaks (perhaps Latin or Esperanto). Is it possible to offend someone when they don't understand what they are saying? To satisfy the Latin Scholars and those of the Bahai faith, an alternative might be developing a distinctly Canadian language. Some of the adjectives introduced by the Teletubbies children's television show could be just what we need to inspire the nation. What could Tinky-winky ever do to offend?

Finally, a more cost-effective solution would be to sing the words "O Canada" over and over again to the same music. It might be a bit choppy though:

O Canada! O Ca-na-na-na-da
O Ca-nada O Ca-na-na-na-da
O Canada
O Canada
O Ca-na-na-na-da
O Canada O Canada,
O Ca-na-na-na-da O Ca-nada,
O Ca-nada O Canada,
O Ca-na-na-na-da O Canada,
O Ca-na-na-na-da

Anyhow, thanks again to my students for allowing me the chance to get things off my chest - you're great at engaging in quality discussion and letting me laugh (I was seriously worried the baby might pop out in some of my giggling fits, though), and putting up with my random thoughts. Should any of you have found this (stalkers!!), I hope you know it's students like you that make me love my job! Looking forward to our video anouncement (no, seriously, I'll let it rest!)...

Jumping on the Holiday Bandwagon

Call me Scrooge, but I think it far too early to be decorating for the Christmas season so soon after Hallowe'en. I mean, I came to work the day after the gouls and goblins were out in full force to see wreaths hung from every lamppost and ribbons streamed from each business doorway in the downtown of Woodstock. Sure I contemplated exchanging the decorations when I packed away the orange and black for another year - solely because finding time to decorate for the season with an adventurous 11 1/2 month old interested in investigating every new thing is a challenge - but that thought quickly passed when I realized I prefer to savour the holiday when it comes. I think we're far too quick to jump from one holiday to the next, so I am refusing to jump on the holiday bandwagon just because we're into November and will relish in holiday fever come December instead. I know we've technically had the first snowfall - if you can call slushy white rain snow - and that warmer weather makes for an easier go of stringing Christmas lights on rooftops, but to avoid going overboard well in advance, you can bet you won't see my tree up until Christmas is actually around the corner! Afterall, November means time to pay respect in remembrance... and a certain one year old's birthday needs celebrating. Need we steal the thunder from those events?

Happy Hallowe'en!

Happy Hallowe'en!

So Hallowe'en was a busy night... transporting Isaiah around to relatives. In fact, we didn't even make it home in time to hand out candy at our house, save for the last few stragglers roaming the neighbourhood - which means we've a full stash to devour between the two of us (how will I ever do it, what with my chocolate obsession?!?!). Not sure what next October will entail, because it was pretty exhausting to make the many stops, for Isaiah and for us. And next year there will be two little dragons to dress up and parade around town!

Anyhow, he did really well in his costume and even scored his first "treat" when he went over to my mom's neighbour's house! But thankfully he wasn't too spoiled - we've got to keep those new teeth as pristine as possible, especially after I've heard how much Stacey's dentist charges for work on children!
So yes, the little munchkin has four teeth now, the last of which is just coming through the gums. So sleep has been disrupted, especially as the top two teeth came immediately following an ear infection, which means that for over a month now we've not been sleeping through the night in this house (well, Raider has been). And he's acquired a liking for chewing wood (as in coffee tables) and other random household objects rather than the teething toys he's had for many months. Between he and Raider, our house - only a year old now - has signs of "love." Oh well, I'd rather it be a home anyway, although I can't say I love the scratch marks from Raider on the wall in the front entrance...

Anyhow, teeth aren't the only new thing for Isaiah. He finally mastered waving hi and bye (I was getting worried), can say "uh-oh" and fake cough on command like a champ, and is oh-so-close to taking his first steps (technically he has, but three steps from Greg to me doesn't exactly classify as walking). In fact, his sense for adventure has definitely come out in full blown glory (hence the bruises on his face in the pictures). He's always climbing or jumping off things, and so far he's even managed to climb out of his crib unassisted by anything (yes, with the mattress at the lowest possible position). Perhaps he should've been a little devil for Hallowe'en rather than a dragon! So things are ever changing here with him.

And me too. I'm growing bigger and bigger (why did they have to tell me this was already a bigger baby?) and, at 28 weeks now, am wondering just how big I'm going to get. There's not been waddling down the hall on my part as of yet, but the inevitable discomfort of the last trimester is soon approaching, I know it! So much for not gaining the 43 lbs. I did with Isaiah... I'm already over 20. Just as long as it eventually comes off... otherwise, I'll have to have a supersale of clothes! Besides the rapid growth, though, I am feeling pretty good. Definitely tired (because last pregnancy I could get as much sleep or take naps whenever I felt like it) and finding my weekends busy with Isaiah and therefore getting behind in school work, but c'est la vie. I'd far rather play with my son than do marking any day - my kids will just have to deal!

Otherwise, not a great deal new around our household. I'll be sure to post some pics of the one-year birthday just around the corner (can you believe it's been a year already?!). So likely until then...

Football is running my life!

Football is running my life. Our dog, sadly named after a losing team in the NFL, was the first sign. Then came an endless obsession with football pools for my husband - one that even I found contagious enough to partake in one year (and, might I add, I not only won a week, but placed better than Greg). Countless hours are spent online researching the latest football news each week, and TSN seems to be the channel of choice at this house. Ever since I can remember, Sundays have been completely devoted to football, from the pre-game discussions through the 3 different time slots for games. And we watch them all. Well, not so much me anymore. I slowly came to realize the power football had over my husband when he nearly came right out and said I'd better not go into labour on a Sunday with my last pregnancy! And with the second one due within the season, you'd better believe that should I happen to be delivering a baby on game day, he'll be requesting a t.v. in the labour/delivery room! Especially if the Raiders play. Anyhow, most recently came the trek to watch an NFL game live (though a fantastic experience, clearly an indication of the football craze living on). And why I write about this at all is because, just this past week, we found inspiration in football yet again for the name of our second son. And so I leave you in suspense...

A New Thanksgiving Tradition?

So Turkey day has truly fallen by the wayside in my family, though I plan to remedy that in the future... with some time to improve my cooking skills, namely, but also when Isaiah and Baby Rebelo 2 are old enough to build memories of it. Instead, we shuffled off to Buffalo to watch the Monday night football game against Dallas. It was nice to take a break from a life that has of late been one in which I am completely immersed in school!

Stacey & Ermal had purchased the tickets for Greg's birthday, so we decided to make a semi-weekend of it and went down to Niagara Falls (though didn't actually go to see the falls) on Sunday before crossing the border Monday for the game. We enjoyed five tours 'round the Skywheel, much to Greg's delight, and a haunted house attraction on the main strip... and of course some shopping at the outlets. The boys enjoyed a night at the casino while we girls had a pedicure at the spa in our hotel... since we're both preggo, we couldn't exactly live it up!

The game on Monday turned out to be a great one, rated one of the best actually. We had some pretty good seats and despite much of the crowd being completely drunk before the game even began, the Buffalo fans weren't as crazy as I'd heard them to be. Thanks for the game, Stacey and Ermal!

So, apparently we're embarking on new Thanksgiving traditions, though I must admit I really do miss the family get together of the typical feast. One day...