**warning** this post has nothing to do with humps or humping.
Wow. The last three days seem to have lasted a year. I'm beat.
Canada: The NOVA SCOTIA BOARD has approved my license transfer pending completion of the Transfer Interview, which is sort of an oral exam, sort of a walk-through of ethics. I'm not worried about it. However, "the fee for this interview is $500!" (exclamation point added) The next opportunity to do that is in late May. If I want to be placed on the courtesy registry in the meantime, I can pay another $200!! WTF?!?! Is this America? I didn't think the Canadians were like this too! Whatever. You know? Forget it. I'll end up paying it. I have to. Not the $200 though! They said I don't have to pay that if I am only asking for the temporary thing for 21 days or less. My future BOSS is cool with that. Oh yeah! and I have to study the Canadian Phrenologists' Ethical Code too, "a copy of which is available for 45 freakin dollars!" (exclamation point and "freakin" added) Now I'm all worked up again!!
OK. ... I'm calm. Thanks to those who submitted questions for the potential roommate. That deal already fell through but my Nova Scotia friend is checking out a female prospect this weekend. She lurks on this blog so I presume she knows what to ask.
In other news ... Rake got a part in the musical Footloose. She's in mainly dance numbers, not a featured part. Easel is putting shot (?) for the track team, and Sandbox is at level 10 of the Tales of Symphonia GameCube game! Actually I don't know what level he's on - he's just not doing much else new these days. Wait - that's not true. He and Easel have discovered tennis. They go over to the park and play and seem to be having a great time. One of them is using a cool aluminum racket we got at a garage sale and one is using the Billie Jean King wooden racket I inherited from my mom. No one has claimed to be winning these games which can only mean one thing. They don't know how to keep score.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
A Case of the Mondays
This has been a weird day. The kids returned to school after spring break none too happy. I remember being excited about the countdown to summer, but they're in a funk. One of Easel's friends lost her father over the break. The family had gone to Florida and her dad and brother went into the water to help some people in distress. Everyone made it back OK except the dad.
Also, a triple homicide in the town in which I work took the life of a former co-worker's 18 yr old daughter. I didn't much care for the former co-worker and, by all accounts, the daughter's tragic end was not much of a surprise given her history, but still. A sad day.
Now that I've brought y'all down... the Canada update. I got my report back from CPS stating "No Priors." Why do they go to the trouble of having you print a label telling them where you want it sent (the Nova Scotia Board) if they have no intention of sending it? I'll send it myself tomorrow I guess.
... so I am looking for a place to stay for two months or so in Nova Scotia until the rest of the family joins me. I emailed a couple of folks I saw in the classifieds and one looks kinda promising. I would be sharing a two bedroom apartment with a guy I don't know - is that weird? My friends up there are doing a drive-by tomorrow just to see from the outside if I should even keep emailing. If it doesn't look too bad I'll call him and get more info.
It's awkward since I need to size this guy up without benefit of my phrenology tools, namely being able to analyze the bumps on his skull. I suppose I'll have to ask questions. Like if he has pets, if he's a smoker, what kind of hours he keeps, what he does for a living. I could ask him one of those random questions the blogger asks you in your profile. What do you, my blogging community, suggest I ask?
Also, a triple homicide in the town in which I work took the life of a former co-worker's 18 yr old daughter. I didn't much care for the former co-worker and, by all accounts, the daughter's tragic end was not much of a surprise given her history, but still. A sad day.
Now that I've brought y'all down... the Canada update. I got my report back from CPS stating "No Priors." Why do they go to the trouble of having you print a label telling them where you want it sent (the Nova Scotia Board) if they have no intention of sending it? I'll send it myself tomorrow I guess.
... so I am looking for a place to stay for two months or so in Nova Scotia until the rest of the family joins me. I emailed a couple of folks I saw in the classifieds and one looks kinda promising. I would be sharing a two bedroom apartment with a guy I don't know - is that weird? My friends up there are doing a drive-by tomorrow just to see from the outside if I should even keep emailing. If it doesn't look too bad I'll call him and get more info.
It's awkward since I need to size this guy up without benefit of my phrenology tools, namely being able to analyze the bumps on his skull. I suppose I'll have to ask questions. Like if he has pets, if he's a smoker, what kind of hours he keeps, what he does for a living. I could ask him one of those random questions the blogger asks you in your profile. What do you, my blogging community, suggest I ask?
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Canada (and other stuff) on my mind
First let me say that the party last night was fun. Exactly the kind of shindig I was hoping for. Shame on the few of you that didn't make it. You have till Monday morning to come up with a good excuse.
I have noticed that on many mornings, as I go through my morning routine (not a beauty regimen like I'm supposed to according to the magazines and Tyra, but the stuff I have to do to get out of the house in time to be at work before noon), that many of my actions are followed by thoughts like this:
wake up - it doesn't seem like 7:30. Is it this dark in Nova Scotia? Right now it's already 9:30 there.
clomp to the bathroom - we'd better find a house with decent water pressure. I hate those damn low-flo toilets and not being able to get the shampoo out of my hair.
in the shower - maybe I'll find some unknown Canadian shampoo that'll make my hair behave. I need to find someone who can color my hair. What about when I decide to let it all go gray? Or rather, colour my hair and grey.
towelling off - where are all the good towels? Probably in polio's room. We'd better find them before we move. Way before we move actually since we have to list everything we're bringing.
getting dressed - when I move, it'll be like havinga whole new wardrobe because no one there will know my clothes. Right, and we'll find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
driving to work - man, I'm gonna have to get used to seeing speed limit signs in kilometers and looking at the kph part of my speedometer instead of mph. And Celsius. But that's easier. I had a cool stats professor in grad school who made us remember a rubric for changing Farenheit to Celsius - double it and add 30. If it's 6 degrees in Canada, it's 42 degrees here. He was a great teacher. Wonder what he's doing now? I saw him at the grocery store not long ago.
asshole passes me going way too fast and getting too close to my car - I hope the drivers are more polite in Canada. They'd have to be wouldn't they? Remember, driving in DC? They honk at everything!!
listening to NPR - I've gotta figure out how to listen to NPR when I get there. I used to hear "As It Happens from CBC," but our local station dropped it. I will miss it. No I won't - I'll find it.
at work - hope I have a good parking place at my new job. Maybe I'll be able to walk, or take a bus. Or maybe I'll have a good parking place.
OK. I'm gonna stop for now. How bored are you?
I have noticed that on many mornings, as I go through my morning routine (not a beauty regimen like I'm supposed to according to the magazines and Tyra, but the stuff I have to do to get out of the house in time to be at work before noon), that many of my actions are followed by thoughts like this:
wake up - it doesn't seem like 7:30. Is it this dark in Nova Scotia? Right now it's already 9:30 there.
clomp to the bathroom - we'd better find a house with decent water pressure. I hate those damn low-flo toilets and not being able to get the shampoo out of my hair.
in the shower - maybe I'll find some unknown Canadian shampoo that'll make my hair behave. I need to find someone who can color my hair. What about when I decide to let it all go gray? Or rather, colour my hair and grey.
towelling off - where are all the good towels? Probably in polio's room. We'd better find them before we move. Way before we move actually since we have to list everything we're bringing.
getting dressed - when I move, it'll be like havinga whole new wardrobe because no one there will know my clothes. Right, and we'll find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
driving to work - man, I'm gonna have to get used to seeing speed limit signs in kilometers and looking at the kph part of my speedometer instead of mph. And Celsius. But that's easier. I had a cool stats professor in grad school who made us remember a rubric for changing Farenheit to Celsius - double it and add 30. If it's 6 degrees in Canada, it's 42 degrees here. He was a great teacher. Wonder what he's doing now? I saw him at the grocery store not long ago.
asshole passes me going way too fast and getting too close to my car - I hope the drivers are more polite in Canada. They'd have to be wouldn't they? Remember, driving in DC? They honk at everything!!
listening to NPR - I've gotta figure out how to listen to NPR when I get there. I used to hear "As It Happens from CBC," but our local station dropped it. I will miss it. No I won't - I'll find it.
at work - hope I have a good parking place at my new job. Maybe I'll be able to walk, or take a bus. Or maybe I'll have a good parking place.
OK. I'm gonna stop for now. How bored are you?
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Photos and Faxes and Forms, Oh My!
Things seem to be moving a little more quickly now. I heard from the immigration attorney that the word is back from Service Canada that I am now eligible to apply for the actual work permit. They had do the Labour Market Survey first, to make sure there aren't any other phrenologists in Canada that want this job.
Now, the DH and I are to fill out the FORMS, gather PHOTOS of ourselves and the children, and take it all to Detroit where we can visit the consulate and pay them some FEES. We need to both go because he'll get his on the strength of mine. As of right now, we plan to drive there on Palm Sunday, stay overnight, do our thang on Monday, and drive home. I have been advised to fill out the FORMS and then FAX them to the attorney and have him check them out first. We will definitely take this advice.
I still don't have a place to live yet, so if anybody knows someone in Nova Scotia who would like to rent me a room for about two months, PLEASE hook us up. Then again, I hear it's fun to stay at the Y! M! C! A!
Now, the DH and I are to fill out the FORMS, gather PHOTOS of ourselves and the children, and take it all to Detroit where we can visit the consulate and pay them some FEES. We need to both go because he'll get his on the strength of mine. As of right now, we plan to drive there on Palm Sunday, stay overnight, do our thang on Monday, and drive home. I have been advised to fill out the FORMS and then FAX them to the attorney and have him check them out first. We will definitely take this advice.
I still don't have a place to live yet, so if anybody knows someone in Nova Scotia who would like to rent me a room for about two months, PLEASE hook us up. Then again, I hear it's fun to stay at the Y! M! C! A!
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Picture Solution
OK, regarding that last post, I figured out that the thing to have in front of my mouth in the photos is the beer bottle. Yeah, ... I didn't earn a PhD for nothing.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Going Away Party #1
Not much new on the Canada Report. I checked with the ILLINOIS BOARD last Friday and they told me that they had, in fact, mailed the form as requested. Fingers crossed that it makes it to the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD in time.
My first going away party is this Friday. This is the work one. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm gonna show off my intelligent, beautiful children and brag about Canada's Ocean Playground. I'm gonna hear all kinds of complimentary things about myself and how folks are gonna miss me, blah, blah, blah. In my fantasy I get drunk and give a scathing report about all the agency's problem areas. Of course that'll never happen because 1) there probably won't be any good dark beer there, 2) I'm NOT getting drunk around people I work with, 3) I don't know if my complaints about the agency would be best delivered under the influence anyway, and 4) we all have issues about our places of employment - I've got 'em here, I'll have 'em in the new place. Eventually.
The bad thing about these parties is that people want to take pictures and I am not photogenic. Last time I looked at a photo of myself (which was only about a week ago) all I could see was the huge gap in my teeth. I think for this party I will manage to have something in front of my mouth in every photo. Maybe I'll carry a geisha fan or something.
My first going away party is this Friday. This is the work one. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm gonna show off my intelligent, beautiful children and brag about Canada's Ocean Playground. I'm gonna hear all kinds of complimentary things about myself and how folks are gonna miss me, blah, blah, blah. In my fantasy I get drunk and give a scathing report about all the agency's problem areas. Of course that'll never happen because 1) there probably won't be any good dark beer there, 2) I'm NOT getting drunk around people I work with, 3) I don't know if my complaints about the agency would be best delivered under the influence anyway, and 4) we all have issues about our places of employment - I've got 'em here, I'll have 'em in the new place. Eventually.
The bad thing about these parties is that people want to take pictures and I am not photogenic. Last time I looked at a photo of myself (which was only about a week ago) all I could see was the huge gap in my teeth. I think for this party I will manage to have something in front of my mouth in every photo. Maybe I'll carry a geisha fan or something.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Not the Yukon
I have had to say this a number of times over the past couples of weeks. OK, I haven't HAD to say it - I CHOSE to say it. When we tell someone we're moving to Canada, 9/10 of them ask, "Canada? Which part?" (the other tenth ask, " Why Canada?" We tell them Nova Scotia, but, either way, we mostly get things like "Brrr. You'd better buy a warm coat!" or "Brrr. You're gonna be cold!" or "Brrr. Hope you like snow!"
I have taken to saying,"we're moving to Nova Scotia, not the Yukon." I may go on to add that they get more snow than us, but the average temperature is about like ours, or a couple degrees cooler. The temperature range tends to be less extreme since the ocean tempers the climate. The summer will be cooler, yes. Sometime I remind them that it looks more arctic than it is because we tend to look at rectangular maps of a spherical planet. Nova Scotia's latitude is lower then much of Maine. I don't think I sound defensive, just like a weather/geography nerd. Yea.(btw, check out this website - NS is about on the 44th parallel. Our current location is at 40.1)
Nova Scotia is known as Canada's Ocean Playground - that's what the license plates say. Although I think they should say "Nova Scotia - Not the Yukon".
The DH and I watched The Perfect Storm the other day. I'd seen it before but this time around I actually knew the areas they're talking about. I mentioned it to Easel (cause she likes Clooney and suspense/disaster movies), but she said a movie about hurricanes would freak her out. She's asked several times if Nova Scotia gets hurricanes - she's very worried about this. Weird, since we currently live in TORNADO ALLEY and have two tornado seasons a year! Although they don't always touch down near our specific house, they occur at least annually, and they're scarier because you get much less notice than you would in a hurricane. Another difference is that in a hurricane, you get to leave your home and go stay in a hotel. In a tornado, you run down to the basement and sit on top of dirty laundry. Plus, hurricanes have names, which is kinda like a pet, only ... not. Anyway, we've assured her that NS has only experienced hurricanes very infrequently and they have not caused much damage.
Oh yeah, another good movie is Stranger than Fiction - loved it. Not to be confused with Strangers with Candy. Totally different movie.
I have taken to saying,"we're moving to Nova Scotia, not the Yukon." I may go on to add that they get more snow than us, but the average temperature is about like ours, or a couple degrees cooler. The temperature range tends to be less extreme since the ocean tempers the climate. The summer will be cooler, yes. Sometime I remind them that it looks more arctic than it is because we tend to look at rectangular maps of a spherical planet. Nova Scotia's latitude is lower then much of Maine. I don't think I sound defensive, just like a weather/geography nerd. Yea.(btw, check out this website - NS is about on the 44th parallel. Our current location is at 40.1)
Nova Scotia is known as Canada's Ocean Playground - that's what the license plates say. Although I think they should say "Nova Scotia - Not the Yukon".
The DH and I watched The Perfect Storm the other day. I'd seen it before but this time around I actually knew the areas they're talking about. I mentioned it to Easel (cause she likes Clooney and suspense/disaster movies), but she said a movie about hurricanes would freak her out. She's asked several times if Nova Scotia gets hurricanes - she's very worried about this. Weird, since we currently live in TORNADO ALLEY and have two tornado seasons a year! Although they don't always touch down near our specific house, they occur at least annually, and they're scarier because you get much less notice than you would in a hurricane. Another difference is that in a hurricane, you get to leave your home and go stay in a hotel. In a tornado, you run down to the basement and sit on top of dirty laundry. Plus, hurricanes have names, which is kinda like a pet, only ... not. Anyway, we've assured her that NS has only experienced hurricanes very infrequently and they have not caused much damage.
Oh yeah, another good movie is Stranger than Fiction - loved it. Not to be confused with Strangers with Candy. Totally different movie.
Friday, March 16, 2007
I'm in Trouble Now!
This blog stuff is addicting. I'm not really into random searching for things. Instead, I like to check out those who comment here and on my brother's, click on blogs they've said they like, and so on, and so on ...
And now look what I've found
http://2007.bloggies.com/
- a whole bunch of new ones to check out! I may never come up for air!
And now look what I've found
http://2007.bloggies.com/
- a whole bunch of new ones to check out! I may never come up for air!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
OY!
I played the voice mail recording of the Canadian dude for Sandbox last night. He wasn't all that impressed I have to say.
SB: That's not all that different, but he didn't say Oy. You said they say Oy all the time.
Me: Oy!? Wha'?
SB: You said they say things like, "How are you, oy?" and stuff like that.
Me: You mean "eh?"
SB: Eh, Oy, whatever. He didn't say that.
Me: Mmm. Well, I think the "eh" thing is more informal, like "you decided to wear the red one, eh?" Or, "It's nice out, eh?" This was a business call so he didn't say that.
SB: Oh. When we move to Canada, can we each get our own laptops?
Me: Isn't it time for American Idol?
In other news - that coffee thing really worked out for me yesterday. Those who know me even casually know that I don't usually drink coffee - I'm a diet soda gal. Though I have been known to pour my soda into a coffee mug because I think that looks more grown-up. But yesterday I was so tired already at 10am that I bought some Dunkin Donuts coffee. ZING! I was zipping around, speed-talking, interrupting people, and feeling really productive for about three hours. I don't know that I actually got much done but, man!, I felt like I was and that's what counts right? If anybody'd tried to tell me different I wouldn't have let them finish their sentence anyway, so yeah, I think it counts.
SB: That's not all that different, but he didn't say Oy. You said they say Oy all the time.
Me: Oy!? Wha'?
SB: You said they say things like, "How are you, oy?" and stuff like that.
Me: You mean "eh?"
SB: Eh, Oy, whatever. He didn't say that.
Me: Mmm. Well, I think the "eh" thing is more informal, like "you decided to wear the red one, eh?" Or, "It's nice out, eh?" This was a business call so he didn't say that.
SB: Oh. When we move to Canada, can we each get our own laptops?
Me: Isn't it time for American Idol?
In other news - that coffee thing really worked out for me yesterday. Those who know me even casually know that I don't usually drink coffee - I'm a diet soda gal. Though I have been known to pour my soda into a coffee mug because I think that looks more grown-up. But yesterday I was so tired already at 10am that I bought some Dunkin Donuts coffee. ZING! I was zipping around, speed-talking, interrupting people, and feeling really productive for about three hours. I don't know that I actually got much done but, man!, I felt like I was and that's what counts right? If anybody'd tried to tell me different I wouldn't have let them finish their sentence anyway, so yeah, I think it counts.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
The Canadian Accent
So while I'm driving to work, I got a call but didn't answer it because I couldn't tell who it was from - too much glare in the car. And yes, I screen. Sue me. A check of my voice mail once I hit the office revealed it was from the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD saying my STUFF had arrived and they needed to fax me more STUFF to sign and fax back. He's so friendly. I'm saving his voice mail so I can play it for the kids. Sandbox is worried he won't be able to understand anybody even though I've assured him they sound just like us. And we made them watch Strange Brew to prove it. Now he's hoping we live next to a brewery. Or not, since you may remember the brewery is right next to an insane asylum.
Rake is looking forward to meeting some "hot Scottish guys" with their amazing accents since she read that Nova Scotia means New Scotland. I'm afraid she thinks she'll be going to school with Ewan McGregor. I tried to do my sucky imitation of the CANADIAN ACCENT but couldn't pull it off. So NOVA SCOTIA BOARD dude will be tonight's entertainment.
I love that we now change our clocks forward earlier. Do they do that in Canada I wonder? At the same time? It's hard to imagine our GOVERNMENT cooperating on something like that. I imagine that Canada decided to move it up two weeks, so our GOVERNMENT decided to move it up 4 weeks.
I'm drinking COFFEE today so you know it's gonna be a doozy.
Rake is looking forward to meeting some "hot Scottish guys" with their amazing accents since she read that Nova Scotia means New Scotland. I'm afraid she thinks she'll be going to school with Ewan McGregor. I tried to do my sucky imitation of the CANADIAN ACCENT but couldn't pull it off. So NOVA SCOTIA BOARD dude will be tonight's entertainment.
I love that we now change our clocks forward earlier. Do they do that in Canada I wonder? At the same time? It's hard to imagine our GOVERNMENT cooperating on something like that. I imagine that Canada decided to move it up two weeks, so our GOVERNMENT decided to move it up 4 weeks.
I'm drinking COFFEE today so you know it's gonna be a doozy.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
I'm back - with a purpose
I've been away for awhile - not away from the computer (still reading Dagromm and pals) but not posting. The reason? Lazy. Not really. I just can't handle the pressure to be funny and "worth reading" (I feel like Chris Farley with the hand quotes). So I've decided to change the direction of this blog, at least for now. I'm going to try and chronicle our travails as we emmigrate to Canada.
Here's how things stand as of right now: I have received the formal job offer and I have formally accepted it. The prospective EMPLOYER now has to go to the Canadian GOVERNMENT and get approval to hire me. That is, show that they've advertised for the job for X amount of time and could not find any qualified Canadians to fill the position and now they've found some gullible American who doesn't know any better and was lured by the promise of BIG MONEY and has crazily agreed to come up and take it. So the GOVERNMENT then issues me a work permit.
Meanwhile, I have to pursue having my license transferred to Nova Scotia. The NOVA SCOTIA BOARD that approves this has asked for a form and BIG MONEY and they will review my application on the 23rd of March. I also have to pay MONEY for a background check and send it to them. Oh yeah, and I have to pay the ILLINOIS BOARD some MONEY so that they will fill out a form and send it to the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD. What happens to my application if the ILLINOIS BOARD doesn't get my stuff to the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD in time? I DON"T KNOW.
We have encountered the first hitch: the GOVERNMENT wants some assurance that my license will be approved for transfer. So the EMPLOYER now has to get the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD to put it in writing that they expect me to be OK. Will they do this for me? I DON"T KNOW. So, I haven't given a formal end-date at work yet. They know I'm leaving and they're throwing me a party but I may extend my time here in order to minime the time without a PAYCHECK. Won't it be funny if the whole thing falls through and I don't actually leave? Heh ... not really.
We went to the post office on Saturday to get the kids their passports. They were a bit wound up, which was understandable. And E wanted to sign something. She was put out that R got to sign (since she's over 14) but that her signature was not required. So the nice postman guy gave her an extra form. She filled in her name in every field. Cute. We paid the BIG MONEY that our GOVERNMENT requires and took the oath or whatever.
After that, we all went to the superstore to have our Olan Mills family portrait taken so my mom can stop nagging me about how she doesn't have any family photos. The pictures were actually pretty good and we ordered a bunch. They'll come in about two weeks. Then my mom can start nagging me about how I never mail anything in a timely fashion.
I plan to keep this updated as things unfold. That way y'all can read this if you're interested and I won't have to explain the same thing on the phone over and over. Not that I don't love you all, but I will have less and less time in the next few weeks for phone talking. Also, our Cingular (the new AT&T) service charges BIG MONEY (59 cents a minute) once I cross the border.
Here's how things stand as of right now: I have received the formal job offer and I have formally accepted it. The prospective EMPLOYER now has to go to the Canadian GOVERNMENT and get approval to hire me. That is, show that they've advertised for the job for X amount of time and could not find any qualified Canadians to fill the position and now they've found some gullible American who doesn't know any better and was lured by the promise of BIG MONEY and has crazily agreed to come up and take it. So the GOVERNMENT then issues me a work permit.
Meanwhile, I have to pursue having my license transferred to Nova Scotia. The NOVA SCOTIA BOARD that approves this has asked for a form and BIG MONEY and they will review my application on the 23rd of March. I also have to pay MONEY for a background check and send it to them. Oh yeah, and I have to pay the ILLINOIS BOARD some MONEY so that they will fill out a form and send it to the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD. What happens to my application if the ILLINOIS BOARD doesn't get my stuff to the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD in time? I DON"T KNOW.
We have encountered the first hitch: the GOVERNMENT wants some assurance that my license will be approved for transfer. So the EMPLOYER now has to get the NOVA SCOTIA BOARD to put it in writing that they expect me to be OK. Will they do this for me? I DON"T KNOW. So, I haven't given a formal end-date at work yet. They know I'm leaving and they're throwing me a party but I may extend my time here in order to minime the time without a PAYCHECK. Won't it be funny if the whole thing falls through and I don't actually leave? Heh ... not really.
We went to the post office on Saturday to get the kids their passports. They were a bit wound up, which was understandable. And E wanted to sign something. She was put out that R got to sign (since she's over 14) but that her signature was not required. So the nice postman guy gave her an extra form. She filled in her name in every field. Cute. We paid the BIG MONEY that our GOVERNMENT requires and took the oath or whatever.
After that, we all went to the superstore to have our Olan Mills family portrait taken so my mom can stop nagging me about how she doesn't have any family photos. The pictures were actually pretty good and we ordered a bunch. They'll come in about two weeks. Then my mom can start nagging me about how I never mail anything in a timely fashion.
I plan to keep this updated as things unfold. That way y'all can read this if you're interested and I won't have to explain the same thing on the phone over and over. Not that I don't love you all, but I will have less and less time in the next few weeks for phone talking. Also, our Cingular (the new AT&T) service charges BIG MONEY (59 cents a minute) once I cross the border.
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