Moving....Again

Yup that's right guys and gals, I'm moving again at the end of this month. I've been in my place for nearly two years now, and it's been great. Don and I had talked about getting a place together sometime, we just figured we'd know when it was the right time. Well two pretty clear signs presented themselves in the last while, one being that his roomie is talkng about moving away and two was my rent going up to a bit more than I can comfortably afford. We put in applications at one place just last week and already some opened up, we really didn't expect to get a place so soon, especially in Lloydminster and with it being winter as well. But as luck would have it a great place opened up so we took it rather than pass it up and risk having to wait for months. I'm excited, I think it's going to be great. Although I am not at all excited about moving in the winter...I always seem to pick the crappiest times to moves, lol. But in a town like this you can't really afford to sit around and wait for the perfect weather, becasue it'll never happen! The new place is first floor so at least that'll make the moving in part a bit easier, rather than trying to maneuver furniture up three or four flights of stairs, which really really sucks. So I guess I've got a couple of weeks now to get my stuff all packed up and start giving my place a good power clean, which I'm sure will be LOADS of fun. Wish me luck!!

Damn You Red Lobster!!!

Crappy Red Lobster and their constant commercials about delicious seafood, they're making me sooo hungry.

Hey Kim This One's For You!!

Got this in an email, it's funny becasue it's true.

My name is Norm, and I am Canadian. I am a minority in Oakville, Toronto, and every casino in this country. I was born in 1965, yet I am responsible for some FIRST NATIONS PEOPLEBEING SCREWED OUT OF THEIR LAND IN the 1700's. I pay import tax on cars and booze made in Ontario. I am allowed to skydive and smoke (outside only), but not allowed to drivewithout a seat belt. All the money I make up until mid July must go to paying taxes. I live and work among people who believe Americans are ignorant. These samepeople cannot name this country's new territory. Although I am sometimes forced to live on Kraft dinner and don't have apot to piss in, I sleep well knowing that my taxes helped purchase a nicesix figure home in Vancouver for some unskilled refugee. Although they are unpatriotic and constantly try to separate, Quebec still provides my nation's prime ministers. 95% of my nation's international conflicts are over fish. I'm supposed to call black people African Canadians, although I'm sure noneof them have ever been to Africa, or east of Halifax for that matter. I believe that paying a 200% tax on alcohol is fair. I believe that the same tax on gasoline is also fair. Even if I have no idea what happened to that old rifle my grandfather gaveme when I was 14, I will be considered a criminal if I don't register it. My fellow countrymen often badmouth the United States and then vacation there three times a year. I believe spending $15 billion to promote the French language in the restof Canada is fair when the province of Quebec doesn't support or recognizethe English language. I'm led to believe that some lazy ass unionized broom pusher who makes $30 an hour is underpaid and therefore must go on strike, but paying $10 an hour to someone who works 12 hour shifts at forty below on an oil rig is fair. I believe that paying $30 million for 3 Stripes ("The Voice of Firepainting in Ottawa) by the National Art Gallery was a good purchase, eventhough 99% of this country didn't want it or will ever see it. When I look at my pay stub and realize that I take home a third of what I actually make, I say "Oh well, at least we have better health care than theAmericans. "I must bail out farmers when their crops are too wet or too dry because I control the rain. My national anthem has versions in both official languages and I don't knoweither of them. Canada is the highest taxed nation in North America, the biggest military buffer for the United States, and the number one destination for fleeing terrorists. I am not an angry white male. I am an angry taxpayer who is broke. My name is Norm, and I am Canadian.