Partial crosspost from Motocancer

Back in the middle of '05, Ed applied to the Canadian government for Permanent Residency. He was granted Permanent Resident status in October of '07. He can become a Canadian in three years. (Ed is not a US citizen.)

Now, this is where I let the cat out of the bag. Ed's been offered a terrific position in Vancouver, Canada. I can't tell you exactly what the position is until the final paperwork is signed, but I can say it will be seen as pivotal in his career. Yeah, this is a big deal for us.

So the facts are that we'll be moving to Vancouver in July. We're selling the house, getting rid of a lot of stuff, and will be moving to a place that's roughly half the size of what we have now.

We're both looking forward to it.

Clumsy with a Saturn.

We awoke this morning to the doorbell. Yeah, I guess we should have been out of bed already by 8:30, but what's a poor 'retired' guy and his hubby gonna do on a lazy Tuesday.

Well, I found out what my day would consist of.

Some guy in a Saturn backed into the 4x4 that holds up my mailbox (and my neighbors). Snapped it right off at ground level. Both mailboxes were lying in the driveway.

Ok, so I didn't get my pants on early enough to answer the door, but our neighbor across the street watched it happen, as did the construction crew across the street (who I know peripherally, oddly enough).

I was contacted by my neighbor via email with a license plate number. Then the construction crew told me he'd left a note on my adjacent neighbor's door (but he hasn't been in the house for 7 months).

So I spent part of my day digging a new post-hole, burying and cutting a new 4x4, and transferring the boxes themselves. EXACTLY what I woke up thinking I'd do today. NOT! For some odd reason, I'm tired.

I left a message at the number he provided. His bill is gonna be 3 hours at $60/hr plus $10 for the post. Total of $190. We'll see how that works out.

Crackers in the package.

I've recently started drinking beer. I drink one, and only one, and it's generally with dinner when we're out at a restaurant. I'm not a beer-o-phile (or whatever beer-o-philes call themselves when they want to pretend beer is important.) I generally just want a beer that's extremely drinkable without a hoppy or bitter aftertaste.

I want a beer that quenches my thirst. I don't need (or want) a "beer experience".

Obviously I'm leading up to something here. Yesterday, I bought a 15 pack of Budweiser 16oz bottles of beer. It'll probably take me a month to drink them all. But, here's the kicker.

The beer bottles are shaped like bowling pins. Yeah, really. Bowling pins.

OMG - I'm gonna be drinking ButtWiper from bowling pins. I guess it's something I'll have to do in the closet. My inner redneck needs to stay hidden.