Welcome to Cagary...for the second last time.

Well, I have decided to come to Calgary the week before the big move to get help get some things in order and such and a such. Stacey, it just so turns out, has EVERYTHING well in hand.

So, every second Friday I have off so I thought it would be cool to leave for Calgary right after I finished work on Thursday. The drive was okay and I was quite nervous about hitting a deer. Working in insurance I have received NUMEROUS calls from people needing to file a claim because, "The dang deer jumped out and landed on my hood!!!" Thankfully I only saw one coyote and a cat (I think).

I made it to Calgary and rounded the last corner before my cul-de-sac when what should great me? The Police. A car was parked near the entrance to the cul-de-sac and as I was pulling in a paddy wagon was pulling out with lights on and sped away down the street. There were two cops that had an obviously intoxicated man pushed over onto a garbage bin. They stood him up and walked him to their car. I had to chuckle and exclaim, "I haven't even pulled into my driveway and the cops are in my cul-de-sac taking a drunk out of here." It was this poignant reminder of one of the many reason why I want out of this area we live in and out of Calgary as a whole. You just gotta laugh and shake yer head.

With the beginning of an end.

It has been quite a week here in Curtville. To say that the stress level has been a little ramped up would be an understatement. Our house went through a little bidding war. Well, you couldn't really call it a war. More like a clash or a small skirmish. In the end we settled for $100.00 more than we were asking - I'm calling that my Tim Horton's fund (though I'm not sure what Stacey or the girls would call it).

This week has been an endless wait (there's that word again, followed by excruciatingly no action) this week while the buyers got their ducks in a row and had the conditions waived. On Thursday I recieved a call from my Realtor informing me that one of the buyers' financing fell through and they had to put another buyer on the contract. He faxed me some stuff to sign and all was well from there. In the mean time, however, my ability to concentrate on my job was severely handicapped. That, coupled with my cool and calm deameanor (NOT!) lead me to have to escape the office and fall into the cool, refreshing world of a butter caramel iced cap from Timmy's. Everything was a little better after that.

Well, turns out a guy in my office got promoted and has to move away and it just so happens he has this REALLY nice, kick-ass house that he needs to sell. Now, I can't emphasize enough the kick-assedness of this house. Entirely updated, and I do mean entirely! Hardwood everywhere, 5 bedrooms, 3 car attached garage, heated workshop, HOT TUB (weeeeeeeee....), huge yard and in a small town 10 minutes out of Swift Current. I told him what we could give him if was interested and......he was interested! Once Stacey sees the place and gives it her okay we will start the buying process.

Today the house is sold. It's firm. It's real. It's SOLD!!!

So, I thought the stress and mind exploding stuff would end once the house sold. Now I'm finding it is still here but in a different form. Lawyers, appraisers, documents, insurance, etc., etc. This will have to be arranged for out here. Stacey will have to pack the place up (I and, hopefully, lots of friends will load the U-Haul), get the U-Haul, cancel all utilities and such, re-direct the mail, etc., etc., AND continue to homeschool the girlies.

It will end one day. But for now, OUR PLACE IS SOLD, BABY!!! MUAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!

Thank you, Lord Jesus.

The weekend called "long".

Well, Stacey and the little ladies (Mackenzie and Alaina) came to Swift Current and surprised me a day early - It was a great surprise! We stayed out at the farm because that is where the new kitties, the dog, the horse and, oh yeah, grandma and grandpa "on the farm" are. It was a very relaxing time with all the rain and wetness and mud and........I drank lots of coffee and read.

I went outside and the girls showed me where another cat had just had babies - out in the field between a whole bunch of round bales. Now, in order to get there we had to cross a barbed wire fence. The girls managed it not too bad, but me??? Well, I want you to picture a deer crossing such a fence. Have you ever seen one do it? Very graceful as it daintily leeps over the top wire and lands with almost no sound on the other side. Okay, now that you have that picture I am going to paint what really happened to me. For starters, FORGET going over the top wire gracefully. I went through the middle and bottom wires. Unfortunately (I guess fortunately depending on how one views it) part of my inner thigh got snagged on a barb and I narrowly avoided being turned into a eunuch - which was good. However, my pants got a nice rip in them - which is bad. But weighing the good and the bad together I think the scales tip in the good direction slightly more. Did I land with almost no sounds on the other side? DIDN'T I JUST SAY THAT I WAS ALMOST MADE A EUNUCH??? Sheesh! Of course there was sound. LOTS of it. The cat looked cute between the bales.

The girls both got their long hair cut to shoulder length. They were pretty excited because now they wouldn't have to spend so much time combing out the knots. I wish I could upload the pictures we took during the cutting - they look cute.

It was great having them here and I can hardly wait until we're all here together, no back and forth from Calgary. Ah, Lord Jesus, let it happen soon.