Hello friends and foes and everyone in-between, This is my sixth day in Michigan. The weather has gone from sunny and 90 degrees to rainy and 60 degrees. Due to the 100% humidity level (who knew it would be so humid next to Lake Superior?), I've decided to switch from camping in my tent to … Continue reading Michigan is still nice
Hello, friends and foes and everyone in between! Today I am writing from a campground near the beautiful town of Mackinaw City, Michigan. Check it out sometime. If you're from Illinois, it's about six hours from the border but it's a hundred times nicer. I am currently on vacation. Like most people, I have difficulty … Continue reading Michigan is Nice.
When I was in third grade, I liked to make sure that my classmates were following classroom rules and obeying every instruction. Translation: I was a teacher’s pet and a tattle-tale. Since I attended a “Christian” school, there was a higher standard, so to speak. My friends who went to public schools could swear or … Continue reading The Best Teacher You’ll Ever Have
Hola amigos! The last couple of days were spent getting lost in the countryside of Canada. My GPS worked approximately 15% of the time, but I found out that Canada's rest stops are much, much nicer than any I've seen in America. Two words: leather chairs. Canadians are also much "greener" than us oily slobs. … Continue reading My first ever trip out of the country. Days five and six.
Do you think gas prices are expensive in America? In Canada, it costs more than $133 per gallon!!!!! Lol, just kidding. It's 133 cents per liter or something like that. I don't exactly know what Canadians call their currency and I'm too lazy to Google it. #Murica! But they do have much cooler currency … Continue reading My first ever trip out of the country. Day four.
Today in Canada, my car was vandalized. I've been through some shady neighborhoods before, but never have I been mugged. Never have I had to worry about my car getting stolen. If Canada has taught me one thing, it is to appreciate your car while it is in good shape. It may not last long. … Continue reading My first ever trip out of the country. Day three.
What they don't tell you about the job requirements for being a border control officer is that you have to have a tattoo. The US officer that admitted me back into the U.S. side of Niagara Falls had more tats on his right arm than any random sampling of six hipsters combined. "Are … Continue reading My first ever trip out of the country. Day two.