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Canadian Wedding Traditions, Etc.

I've been slacking on the blogging, etc etc... I have a myriad of excuses, as always, which I will refrain from explaining.


Nadine gets married on Saturday and this week is incredibly fun and full. I am sure there will be pictures and stories to follow.

My new roommate, the amazing Karen, moves in the weekend after. There will be stories a-plenty, and likely pictures. I am very excited to rearrange the living room. It's like a whole new apartment! I'm also considering moving my bedroom around, but there aren't many options to try...


Post-Lent, my sugar consumption has increased, but not nearly to pre-Lent levels. Spiritual significance aside, I think this is a good thing. The reality is, my body no longer processes/wants sugar in the same ways I used to. Spiritually/metaphorically speaking, I am craving more substantial foods and less quick-burning calories. This is also a good thing.


I have a friend in Portland with whom I pass my days. We g-chat back and forth from our offices, and it provides many amusing anecdotes.

her: are there any unusual canadian wedding traditions?
me: other than the beaver-flogging, not really.
her: ... that sounds mean.
me: (it was a lie, by the by)
her: nope. i already believe it. you can't take it back.
a beaver is flogged at the end of every canadian wedding.
if the beaver is not flogged, the wedding contract cannot be signed.
in fact, the flogged beaver must cosign in order for the contract to be valid.
done and done.

This is also a Canadian tradition: Beaver Wedding Cake.
(via this person. I'm sorry.)


There are tons of things we do in Canada that they just don't do in the States (besides not calling it "the States" - ha. Most Americans I've met call it "America". But I digress...)
I was surprised by the amount of things I just assumed were "North American" instead of just Canadian.
Beth said…
Tell me more! Details! What strange things do we do??
Beth said…
Wait - this is just in weddings, or extended beyond? Either way, I love lists like this.

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