The Journey

Well, I guess to tell the story one must start at the beginning. I left Ottawa....with suitcases, musical instruments, cleaning supplies (cause apparently they don't have those in Detroit- which shall become clearer with context), jarred peaches, a Samsonite luggage carrier with wheels, my mother and a Beta fish named Gordon in a rental car. We stayed at my friend's house in St. Catherines (thank you B) and I learned an enormous amount about skateboarding (thank you, little B. I've been fully educated on the world of Ollies now).

Where did I go? The burbs of Detroit. Yup, Detroit, one of the miligned cities in America. And believe it or not... I asked for it. Yes, I actually asked if I could move to Detroit. When I told one of my friends about moving to Detroit she said that her friend had commented "quelques fois les choses sonts plus étranges outrelac que outremer." (translation from French: Sometimes are stranger over the lake than they are overseas). This is my tale of being over the lake...or in this particular case, over the Detroit River.

We drove from Ottawa to Windsor, Gordon, my mother and I. First stop, the mall in Windsor which luckily enough was also the location of the car rental place which we showed up at at precisely 2:49pm. It closed at 3pm. I always was the queen of the last minute. After driving around for a bit, my boyfriend A showed up. Now, given some of the above listing of materials in the car (it was a Malibu), and for those of you who know my mother, you can imagine just how full that car was. One must always kiss one's significant other and reassure both of you of your love and commitment for one another before allowing said significant other to see said amount of stuff in said car on a Sunday at 2:55 when one must unload one's rented car and transfer all materials therein into said significant other's truck to cross the border at the busiest border crossing in North America as said boyfriend has visions of having his vehicle torn apart by bitter angry customs types (I can say this with the greatest respect).

Luckily after all was said and done, the customs types had very little interest in the truck or my livestock and we were on our way after a short half-hour stint in US Immigration. It's amazing how little interest is taken in one's livestock after it has been made clear that the individual has spoken to three US Fish and Wildlife Officials to obtain a permit for one little Beta Fish. You know that if I didn't have the one little paper, they would have ripped the truck apart and made me dispose of my lovely pet Gordon.

In the end we got to the house and it was great!!

I bought a car a couple of weeks ago. Nice little 2002 Silver Honda Accord SE. I feel like I now belong to the Silver Honda Accord Club- just me and 5 million of my closest Silver Honda Accord driving buddies. Say hi to them as you cruise down the highway and think of me!! Funniest part of it all is the new staulker I have acquired. Staulker Tim calls me at least twice a day to find out if my paperwork is done for my registration of the vehicle. He leaves me a message everyday but he always seems to forget his own phone number. Now, I don't know how many of you remember Leon the Ladies Man from Saturday Night Live but he always said, "I wanna git wid you" to every woman he met. Well, Staulker Tim uses that phrase...sorta... It's something like this: "you gotta git wid yur administraaaation" and I'll I can think of is Leon going "I wanna git wid you, I wanna git wid you." Now I like the folks in the Administration at work, but they are really "gittin' wid" material (for me anyways).