Nicky Nicky Nine Door

Jun 28

nick: you’ve built a fort out of couch cushions and declared Mags the queen
agent27: how did you know??

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H Is For Houston

Jun 28

Unfortunately, G is for Gray, which not only describes the weather, but is also the name of my new street. Today is my first day home alone. To my left is a cup of coffee (lacking in sugar), to the right a mountain of boxes waiting for me to unpack them.
Yesterday, Mag went to the groomer for the first time. She had the priviledge of riding in the cab of the 150 (she currently loathes her kennel – after 4 days trapped in there, who wouldn’t?), and was thrilled to see all the other dogs there. We had to leave her for about 3 hours, but she smelled like really stinky flowers when we picked her up. The groomer clipped her nails down a bit too. It was definately worth the $25. It’s been a traumatic week for her, but she seems to be calming down and settling in… now we just have to get John’s cat back into the picture. [Insert ominous music here]
Stay tuned.

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Excuse Me While I Kiss The Ground

Jun 26

Well, we finally arrived in Houston late last night. I have to admit, it all seems a touch surreal, especially after waiting so many months.
All in all, it was a good trip, except for the day spent getting mixed up in the smoky mountains while torrential rains poured down on all my wordly belongings. That said, I have to appologise for not sending anyone postcards… except for Sabby, that is. I got Sabby’s the morning of the Smoky Mtn incident, and honestly, after that, I wasn’t really thinking about postcards. I’ll get you all back for it some day soon, I swear.
Anyway, time for more settling in and enjoying life… for the first time in months, I actually have stuff to blog about… many stories to tell once I get settled.
Werd.

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Sitting At The Railway Station

Jun 21

Despite everyone’s assurances to the contrary, my landlady has opted to show my apartment before i get a chance to escape scott-free vacate the premises. Now I’m forced to rearrange my plans so that cleanup comes first, and packing second. Minor inconvenience, but a pain in my ass none the less.
John is currently enroute from Houston and has already had one minor truck failure… he had new brakes put on before he left and they failed to tighten one screw. Needless to say, he ended up stranded, briefly, in Deliverance, but all ended well when he found someone to help him for a measely $5. He stopped somewhere last night for a quick sleep and is expecting to be here some time tonight… a whole day ahead of scheduele!
Anyway, home at last, but just long enough to get ready to move on!
One more thing:
I just wanted to take a second to thank y’all for your support and encouragement… especially Dayna, who played a pivitol role in our initial getting together.
Next stop: Chapel of Love.

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Can I See Your Papers Please

Jun 18

Four words for you:
I got my visa.
I showed up at the consulate an hour early and went for breakfast. After waiting in line to be searched, I took the elevator up the the 19 floor as instructed and went to desk 25. There the woman asked for my passport, so I slid it under the glass so she could not look at it and she gave me a number. B9. Then i waited for 90 minutes to be called. I went up to the window only to be told that i was given a US passport number not a visa number. At that point i thought i was going to bawl; weeks of pent up stress bubbling back up to the surface. The bearer of the bad news told me not to worry and instructed me to go back to desk 25 and get a new number. At this point I haad to wait for some cretien who doesn’t know enough to call a government office before showing up to discover that she was in the wrong place. I then explained to clerk 25 that she had failed to ask me why I was there before giving me a number. She appologized about 80 times, as i was still on the verge of tears and told me not to worry… they had done all the k1interviews so I wouldn’t have to wait long. She was right. Window 3 took 15 minutes, room 13 took 15 minutes and I had the visa in my hand an hour after getting my new number.
There it is. Yay us! And that’s “us” not “US.”
*wink*

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Keepin It In The Family

Jun 15

I had to make some unpopular phone calls today and in the process I discovered that my ex has a new girlfriend. Oddly enough, she’s also his 2nd cousin. Just when I thought his slacking had reached it’s limits… “Why make an effort to meet someone new when I got a perfectly good chick right here?” As humorous as this seems to me, it’s sad that he had to drag his much younger cousin into the proverbial closet to join him in his life of skeletonhood.

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Blogging As A Form Of Procrastination

Jun 15

Today was the day I had planned for my yard sale… unfortunately, mother nature had other plans – mainly, thunderstorms. So as luck would have it, I get to spend the day cleaning and cleaning and doing some more sorting and packing.
Yesterday I was at my Nanny’s for most of the day, sorting thru boxes and boxes of junk I’ve been accumulating for the past 10 years. By the time I got home I was high on memories and bouncing off the walls from too much coffee and the $500 my Nan slipped into my hand. I can’t wait to go thru all my photos with John, his mom and Katie. I had no idea that i had mamged to save so much.
Sweet Jebus!! I just looked out the window and it’s sunny. SUNNY! *pause while I contemplate sparking up an impromptu yard sale* Crap.
Anyway, tomorrow I head out to Montreal to see my mom and attend my K1 interview on Tuesday. Next week we drive away. I can hardly wait.
Guess I should go do stuff.

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Postcards For All

Jun 12

Once again, if you would like an official “27 & Monkey Cross the Continent” postcard, then email me you address agent27(at)sympatico(dot)ca. mmkay.

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Purge This

Jun 11

The mad dash is now on. Saturday I’m having a yard sale, where I plan to sell the 50% of my personal possessions that either didn’t survive the rigorous sorting process or go straight into the trash. Combine 4 years of transient living, one year living in a studio that was barely better than a squat and 4 years of not moving at all… what do you get? An apartment full of junk.

books . design & photography mags . many other mags . various household items . laundry hampers . book shelves . wooden furniture . panasonic word processor . bmx bike parts including Hutch frame . Dirt Devil upright vacuum . 2 toasters . metal trunk . filing cabinet . Handspring Visor Deluxe w/ usb cradle & software . Minolta x370 35 mm camera & lots more!!

Feel free to stop by and give me money for my crap. Last week I took my dog for her vaccinations and harrassed my freelance client so he would remember to pay me before I left. I also talked to several old friends and went for dinner and drinks with my dad.
On Sunday I go to Montreal to attend my K1 interview and visit my mom and step father. Thursday I come back to Toronto, trash anything that didn’t sell at my sale and spend the next 2 days cancelling my phone, closing bank accounts and cleaning my old place. Saturday the 22, John will arrive from Houston (this is also the rain date for my sale), and on Sunday we drive off into the sunset. We’re both pretty excited about the pilgramige (sp?) to HTown and we plan to stop a few places on the way.
If anyone wants a postcard from the journey, please email me you addy ASAP. Also note that once I cancel my phone, my sympatico email addy will be defunct. I’ll keep you posted on that one.
This time next week I will be walking up to the US Consulate in Montreal…

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Jun 04

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