Yesterday, my niece Cora and I made necklaces. She’s the cutest thing since I don’t know when and I absolutely love her! She really likes to say Conor’s name but is a little wary of him.
And here’s a photo of my brand new nephew, Finn. 8 lbs 2 oz 21 inches long. Cutie hey?
This post shall be about a couple of food confessions that haven’t necessarily occurred since my 20th birthday but since I’m 20 and confessing it… you get my drift! And this divulgence about FOOD. I like… mushrooms and mustard is starting to grow on me. You definitely won’t see me at the next Rockies game with a mustard slathered hot dog but I do enjoy a little bit of extra zing that mustard can bring. And mushrooms… I always thought that edible fungus is a little bogus but hey my taste buds have obviously grown up! I haven’t ventured far enough to pop a raw one into my mouth (some things I have to ease myself into), but I do really like to cook with them. The little peeks into my life are surely shocking and will continue to amaze indefinitely as I reveal more and more about my life as a 20-year old!
PS: a tip I recently absorbed about mushrooms; you aren’t supposed to wash them before using them. You can wipe off excess dirt, but because mushrooms are so absorbent, they will suck up a portion of the washing water like a small sponge and therefore less of the flavour of the meal.
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Nothing like a good compromise! Let me tell you about this one, it’s rich to the brim! So I need a job, like bad. I’m actually finding that a job would be hugely desirous since I don’t have my own place to do my own thing and Conor’s a workaholic. BUT here’s the catch, I don’t have a lot of job experience or education. We weren’t expecting me to ever work again after our big move to Denver. Obviously some things you just can’t plan for (no one knows that better than me!). So it begins… the JOB HUNT. Fortunately Calgary is fortified with job posting and as I’ve roamed through the wild gray meadows of the Herald, I’ve found myself less discouraged about the kill. However, the statement Time is Money has never been truer than right now. And so the edginess builds especially with the knowledge that it would be a snap for me to get something temporary at the good ol’ Gap. I am extremely hesitant about that rodent since I have a complacency addiction, which would lead to problems with getting something more permanent and likable. Back to the compromise: if I don’t have anything that is seriously being tracked and hunted by Friday afternoon, I have to take in a resume to Gap. Conor said so. That was big-time motivation to shoot off resumes. I faxed 7 off and have about 4 more to email. Ahh yeah! Hopefully… hopefully! I have my fingers seriously crossed especially about a Doctor’s assistant position. Wish me luck!
Here’s an update on all the immigration excitement. Conor and I went to the American Consulate downtown and took in our I-130 and began processing that, BUT we didn’t know I needed a long-form birth certificate for the application (it never said it anywhere!) so I was at the registry this afternoon, not only for the birth certificate but also for a marriage certificate. Guess what? They couldn’t find me! Which means my birth certificate has to be manually found (hello time consumption) and I didn’t know what information could be off. My name is pretty basic and I’ve been writing it out all my life and obviously I know my birthday. When I got home, I checked out my short-form birth certificate and my last name is spelt, “MC NEILL.” The space in between the C and the N is the big problem. I’ll be going back to the registry as soon as I’m done this post. And on top of that, our marriage certificate states that Conor was born in Alberta which is majorly off. Hopefully that’s a mistake of vital statistics and can be quickly fixed because if it’s our mistake then it’s going to be an even longer process where we have to sign a referendum or something like that.
On a more exciting/expensive side, I have to go to Montreal for my interview because that’s the only place to get an interview. Conor’s going to come with and we’ll just make a fun trip out of it and needless to say I am more excited than nervous! Should be so much fun!
Conor and I are really relieved that we came back to Canada to do this because the lady at the consulate told us that if we had applied while in the USA it would’ve taken 2-3 years for the visa to be approved versus the 5-8 months it’ll take here in Canada. I really feel that somehow we’ve made some great decisions about immigration.
Ever had one of those days when you did something and from previous experience you really did know that you probably shouldn’t have but being human you forgot completely or thought a little too hopefully and so you did it only to end up feeling disappointed and frankly stupid (or like a stupid Frank) and as a result you yet again swear you’ll never do it again and finally learn from this time since you didn’t from all the other times? Mmhmm. One of those days.
