Sometimes you just have to shake your head and wonder if habitual liars will ever realize how they are viewed by those around them.  Fibbing is all about self image, but instead of the desired effect of great prowess and achievement, the offender usually appears to others as a complete idiot who can’t be trusted.

Signs that I'm ready to become an American:
 

We don’t always have all the facts. In truth, we usually only make our decisions based on the hearsay, opinion and claims of others, who are often themselves as removed from the situation as the rest of us. We are completely oblivious of the grapevine affect of gossip and spitefully driven opinions. The opinions we hug close and call our own are never derived from vengeance or jealousy.

Canadians have developed a habit when they have conversations with Americans. They will find any way to link almost any subject to a Canadian connection. Loosely based on the Six degrees of Seperation and Kevin Bacon games, I call this pastime "Canadian Bacon."

I own a T-shirt that depicts the evolution of man from Dryopithecus to Cro Magnon to a Hockey Player with a maple leaf on his sweater.

Most of what I need to know for my citizenship test about American History I've known since the age of 10, having read and practically memorized all 18 volumes of Art Linkletter's Picture Encyclopedia For Boys and Girls.

I stumbled upon this scene earlier in the week while on a political assignment. It struck me in the sense that the same scene could have existed twenty or even thirty years ago. Objects that used to be staples in our lives, such as phones with chords and cigarette dispensers, are now becoming things of the past.

Rain drops collect on a feather in Concord on Thursday, March 4, 2010.  (Concord Monitor photo/Katie Barnes)

Mechanic Howard Brown checks to see if the framing is level while working on a 1949 Chrysler Windsor at Complete Car Care in Concord on February 15, 2010. "I'm like a doctor, a car doctor," Brown said.
(Concord Monitor Photo/Max Bittle)

After 7 years of living in the USA I've noticed that I don't get so upset when the Americans gobble up all the medals at the Olympics.

I grew up living in an apartment complex located just down the road from a park where the stadium for the 1976 Olympics was built in Montreal.