Since Saturday

Movers came to pack up my things. Crossing into Canada is much more involved then crossing into the US. It includes meeting the truck at a Customs clearing house! Oh, my. So that border crossing scares me a bit, and if anything can make it go smoother, I'm all over it. Getting your mover to pack the things they carry is one of those things.

Movers came to load up their truck with my things.

I drove from Columbus, OH to Burlington, ON. Only four (count them, four) pee stops. Best songs heard on the radio: Kiss by Prince, and the three-song-spread from a station in PA that saw Kim Mitchell followed by Rush followed by Skid Row. If there was ever a musical sign that this girl made the right decision to head back into Canada, this was it. When I got to the Peace Bridge border, Immigration asked me a couple of questions and accepted my surrendor of my I-94, and Customs stamped my Canadian car re-entering the country, and allowed me to declare all of my stuff on the moving truck that will arrive on the 9th, making claiming my things at the Customs clearing house next week so much easier.

I'm staying in Burlington, at my parents' place, until my things arrive on Sept 9. Its lovely to have a welcoming home, and a bed to sleep in, while I wait!

Re-registered my car, and exchanged my OH drivers license for an ON one. While the whole moving process is more difficult, the licensing one? Much easier. No need to write a driver's knowledge test, or take a driving test. Take that, OH.

Picked up the keys to the townhouse I'm renting, and dropped off some of the things I brought over in my car.

Bought a new computer - the Dell Inspiron 1525. It is pretty and red, and I must confess a liking for the Windows Vista interface. Does that make me a fool?

Reconnected with my gym-friends here in Burlington.

Was able to get Rogers Cable to move up the appointment I have to have digital cable, internet and phone service connected from Sept 25 to Sept 12! Only 2.5 days without TV. Though, I know, that will still seem like a lifetime.

To come: meeting the movers and moving into my place in Waterloo on Sept 9. Figuring out which gym location in the region will become my new home. Exploring the cities. And starting work on Sept 15!

I Am Not Lindsay Lohan.

I swear to God, I'm not. But I will tell you that this morning, I was rear ended again. Yes, twice in two months.

I'm fine. My car is fine. I'm mad. My car? Still serene.

Here's the lowdown (Lohan-down?): I was stopped at a red light, waiting for a break in traffic to make a right hand turn. While waiting for a spot to open up, the driver in the car behind me apparently didn't realize that there was a car in front of his, and drove into my rear end.

I am starting to think that my car might be crazy magical like Wonder Woman's invisible plane.

Anyway, the driver follows me as I turn into a nearby parking lot. He gets out of his car, apologizes, and then says, "I was looking the same way you were".

Apparently, that's supposed to explain everything.

I made him give me his insurance and contact details, and continued on to work.

Thankfully, there wasn't a scratch on the outside of my baby, and my mechanic didn't find any damage underneath.

So, yeah. Car accident post #2. I wonder, if I was Lohan, would I finally get my ass a driver, our would I continue to insist on driving myself, even though the world is trying to tell me not to.

Tap That Ass

Get your mind out of the gutter - I'm referring to my car. And the crazy lady who ran into my rear end this morning on the way to work.

Of course, it really wasn't a run in, it was more like a wee bump, but still, it leaves me livid and hating the drive into the office even more.

I wonder how you can drive on a four lane road, and be behind at least 12 cars that are at a complete stop, waiting for a light to turn, in a lane beside another that is full of cars that are also at a standstill and still manage to tap the fender of the car in front of you.

I also wonder how someone can do this and merely throw their hands up in the air in a shit-happens kind of way. And then insist of driving right behind the car that you bumped into for the next 4 or 5 kilometres.

I pretend to know how people's brains work.

I know nothing.

Anyway, the car, she is fine, as am I. And I may have to confess to snickering at the imprint her license plate left in the layer of dirt coating my bumper. Whoops?

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In a few paragraphs where I don't complain, I must tell you of my delight with my new necklace!

Ordered from Day Lab for a mere $10 ($10!), I am now in excited possession of a brass octopus. I will love it and hug it and make a home for it around my neck.

Love it! Hug it! Hang it around my neck! It doesn't get any better then that.