2) Speaking of packing, I really need to start packing a box a night. We have about 12 days until M-day. And I haven't finished getting all the non-essentials put in boxes. Which means this weekend we will totally be working on that.
3) In the midst of this is my birthday. When Hubby and I were married, my birthday was 10 days later so naturally people (uh, hum, my parents) forgot about it in the chaos. This year my birthday will be low key. I plan on making myself some cute Canadian-themed cupcakes. My MIL prudently sent me a card early and my mom called to say she would just bring the one she would normally send along. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the money. I've been contemplating some piercings but haven't run this by Hubby at all. He's not too keen on that sort of thing (body alteration) so I usually discuss this when the understanding that I'm a grown woman and while I appreciate the in-put it's my body.
In case you're wondering just how old I am, well, you're out of luck. Frankly, I can't remember how old I will be myself. Most forms just ask for your birth year and so I have to either ask Hubby or do some mathematical calculations. Let's just say my cousin's birthday is a little over 2 weeks after mine (we're the same age) and her oldest child is in elementary school. Let's just say that I met Hubby in grad school and I had already been there a while. Let's just say some of you young moms out there are younger than me. Let's just say that my parents didn't own a personal computer until I was in highschool and that my 9th grade teacher gave us the option to write our essays in neat long hand or typed on a type writer because having a personal computer was unusual. Let's just say I remember ICQ, geocities, and was evangelizing through online chat rooms way before Facebook or Myspace was even dreamed about. I used to go by the pseudonym of little_woman_1. (Yes, hi there. Were you one of my converts?) Okay? Okay.
4) HB has been really helpful lately. Tonight he insisted that he helped back up a box of books. He's also been very keen on reading people's feelings. "Momma are you sick?" "No, sweety, just tired." "Tired? Okay, you go to bed." Knee, on the other hand, is crank central. While he does occasionally give me surprise kisses, most of the time he's upset about something or the other. This is why I don't want to venture forth from my house or pack anything. Nor do I have any motivation to clean. I think that's part of moving though. You kinda don't see the point in picking up your house when you know it will soon be covered in boxes and you will be picking up as you go along.
5) I'm kinda nervous about moving out of country. So I've been taking on comfort measures. It's not that I have a problem with leaving or being adventurous. It's the leaving stuff behind bit. I've lived in the desert for 10 years when I moved for grad school (yes, I'm that old). And I've gotten used to it. I've never really lived in a cold climate. Moving out here never really bothered me too much. But moving to another country with a slightly different culture? *cue panic* So I'm trying to stay with the familiar. Oh, look a public library. Oh, look see shortly after we move there's still the Obligatory Feast of the Assumption. Oh, look same liturgy. Oh, a lovely public park. But then every time I see the familiar I'm reminded of the difference like Mounties and hockey and neighbour instead of neighbor. And that I will be thrust into Canadian television with limited American shows. Ahhhh!!!! *breathe* And then I think I will miss cachti and chimis and traditional Mexican music blasted from speakers. I will miss the splash pads and my friends. You see the conflict? I love adventure but it's the leaving it all behind that's bothering me. Must view this as a learning experience...must view this as a learning experience.
6) I'm drawing blanks at what I should be writing here. Oh, wait. So yeah, so my internet will be sporadic especially during travel and then for a while until we settle in. If you don't here from me much, don't panic.
O, Canada- The Lyrics and Duel Languages
usually I sing "O Canada, I don't know the words to this song. Dum Da Dum Da Dum. Sorry I'm just going along."