Canadian Lyndsay

Last night I picked up my 2002 Sunfire.  It is navy blue, which is awesome, because now I can deck it out in Winnipeg Blue Bombers stuff (blue and gold in case you don’t know).

But she needs a name.  I would call her the Blue Bomber, but I don’t like calling things “bombers”.  I suppose I could name her “Leah”, after Vince Leah, the reporter who first referred to them as “the Blue Bombers of Western football” in the 1930s.

I could call her Charlie… after Charles Roberts, the running back.  Charlie could be a girl’s name, no?

 Thoughts and suggestions are welcomed and encouraged!!

Despite Marshall’s resistance to devote a blog post to me, I am not so reluctant.  And so here is my Marshall story.

Who is Marshall?  Marshall is my cubical neighbour.  He sits to my left.  He has a rocket launcher sitting upon the wall that separates us.  We didn’t always have a wall between us – oh no, until a week ago, we were free to make faces, chat, and throw things at each other.  However, while said wall was being installed, Marshall and I had a lovely bonding experience as we worked from my laptop at a local Starbucks.  What a fun day, and here’s a photo to prove it:

Marshall owns a web/print/graphic design company called SPRY Design Group.  He very creative and talented.  I hope to work with Marshall and his partner/brother Andrew with their search engine optimization needs.  With brilliant minds like ours working together, how can it fail?

Both of us being from Winnipeg, even if I was only there for two years, Marshall and I have a special bond.  Part of that bond includes being fans of the Winnipeg Blue Bombers.  Hopefully, this bond will lead us and our loved ones to attend the Labour Day Classic game in Regina together.

While our friendship is in its early stages, I am grateful and appreciative for Marshall in my life.  I enjoy seeing how happy his lady makes him, and hearing about his hopes and dreams.  Hopefully we can be friends for a long time.

THE END.

It’s now been exactly one month since I started my new job with WestJet.  It’s been a really great four weeks.  I really enjoy my job, and have terrific coworkers.  Marshall has become a friend outside of work, and it is to him that I owe my newfound love of Starbucks.

Now, I cannot really commit to writing 360 words a day, but if you are interested in such ramblings, please check out the blog 360aday.com.

Hanging out with my cousins is always fun because they have some really cool games.  Games like Settlers of Catan, the Farming game (a monopoly like board where you grow and harvest crops), and Ticket to Ride, which we played last night. You build train routes across North America.  It is definately nice to play a different sort of game.

We also visited our friends Susan and Mike yesterday, who have a sweet two-week old baby boy.  He is absolutely adorable.

Today is all about laundry as I fly back to Calgary on the 6:00 flight.  Tomorrow, however, will be madness as I attempt to get my drivers license changed to an Alberta license and get my new-to-me car registered.

I finally found a car to purchase. The deal has been made and I’m going to pick it up on Monday. I figure, surely it can’t be that difficult to buy a car in Alberta while maintaining my Manitoba residency right?

Wrong. So now I have to hurry up and get my Alberta drivers license because I need that before I can register my new-used car. OKay, but that can wait a few more days can’t it? Wrong again. My birthday is on Wednesday, which means my Manitoba license expires then. So really I have about two days to do the whole thing.

Which meant that I didn’t do nearly as much work from home in Winnipeg as I had expected because I had to spend the afternoon running around gathering drivers abstracts and letters of experience from both Manitoba AND Ontario. Plus I had to call Shaw and get some sort of paperwork saying my name and Alberta address. Since I was expecting to keep my Manitoba residency as long as possible, everything has my Manitoba address on it. Except, thank you Kristina!, my Shaw bill. Whew! Shaw faxed me a statement of account, I sure hope that’ll be enough.