Well, this marks my last Florida-written post. I am just about to dismantle what remains of my office and have the internet service disconnected. I will update just as soon as possible from the Great White North.

*cue Bob and Doug*

So with that, Good-bye sunny South. It’s been a slice.

When I next update, this will be home…

One BMW 528i? SOLD!

Two Garage Sale Days? OVER! It ended up being one garage sale day, as pretty much everything was sold by 1:00pm on Saturday. Clearly I priced things too low, but that was kind of my plan-I was hoping that by doing so I would sell the majority and have less to worry about when it came to organizing donated goods.

Three? The number of hours of sleep I got on Friday night- I finally finished getting everything set up at 3:00am and slept from 4:00 until 7:00. Ouch.

Four? The number of necks I desired to wring of the Haitian-Gypsy-Garage-Sale-Terrorist crowd. Seriously…you just cannot imagine. This is the second garage sale I have held here and both times there have been this *Haitian gypsy crowd that swarm into the garage sale in droves, piling articles all helter-skelter and removing price tags and attempting to low-ball the prices to nothingness. At the end of the posted garage sale times, they show back up demanding to take what is left for free. This time, I was wise to their ways and posted Brandon at the front door taking all payments and making sure that no one tried anything untoward, which this crew did, claiming to have paid me inside and accusing me of robbing them. Yeah..I very purposefully wore clothing without pockets and collected NO money indoors for that very reason. When Brandon called me outside, I made it clear that this behavior would not be tolerated and asked them to leave. I also had Brandon at the front door collecting the cash for good reasons…not the least of which is the fact that he is 215lbs of brick-shithouse-solid-muscle, a crew cut and something of a perma-snarl when required. Heh. Go Me.

Five? the number of sleeps left until I fly back to Canada and see my Husband and Son.

*I am being neither trite nor glib…nor a racial asshole. There really is a strong Haitian gypsy community around these here parts. And they really DO have a reputation for being garage sale terrorists. To the point that I was informed by various garage sale patrons (it really is an underground sect-this garage sale thing-a very, very, evil sect *shudder*) that most places do not permit them even to shop their sales. Who knew?! have I mentioned how much I LOATHE garage sales?

I thank the FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER that it is done. Gaaaah!

May The Noodles Bring You Peace.

Currently, my husband and son. And my mind, as I seem to have lost it.

Things that I will miss when back in Canada…

Target.
Netflix.
The Beach.
Biscuits and Gravy (which, although I NEVER eat them, I like having the option at pretty much any restaurant in the south).
Grits (again, with the never eat them thing…but MAN do I love me some grits, with butter. And cheese. They, however, love my ass more… so we broke up).
Sea Scallops.
Seafood of ALL varieties.
Scrimps (if you have to ask, you cannot possibly understand-nothing personal).
CheeBurger, CheeBurger.
Calamari from The Elephant Bar.
Alligators.
Lizards.
Frogs.
HEAT.
Mass doses of Vitamin D ANY day of the year.
Winter.
Hurricanes.
Tropical Storms
Thunder Storms.
Lightening.
Rain.
Decent Mexican Restaurants.
The Ocean.
Palm Trees.
Going to school here.
My favorite instructors.
The Humidity.

My Peeps.

Things I will NOT miss when I move to Canada…

Cockroaches.
Spiders.
The Grass.

Things are starting to wind down here in The Sunshine State, and while I am in mourning about leaving and have lots of work still to do, I am excited to say that I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I will be with my family again in nine days. Yaaay. I am so excited I could squee about that! I am looking forward to the adventure and the fun, to beginning anew and moving forward with our lives. I am anxious to rekindle old friendships that just fit, that are comfortable and warm and replete with the history that only time can give them. I am so anxious to see my Chelle and Ness and Rocky and Carrie and Kasey and everyone else, to finally get to hang out with Erin and Dare (or, D’Erin, as they have aptly been named by the Leester and I–they deserve greater superstar status than Brangelina, in my opinion. Because seriously, there are no greater friends to be had! D’Erin have opened hearts and home to my hubby and have made him feel welcome, safe and loved…and wow. I cannot put either of them on a higher pedestal than to say that I would struggle to name someone I have more respect for. These are GOOD people, and I am honored to call them mine. So, yeah…I am excited, truly, to be living in the same city as D’Erin. Watch out world, you may just not be ready for Dare and I!!!)

This weekend I am holding the moving sale, Saturday and Sunday from 8-2 for anyone local (please come on out, we could sure use a break and would love it if the sale were a raging success!) and then after that I will be calling a charity to come and pick up what remains.

So, there you have the latest goings on…although I am anxious, I have peace. I am finding more peace daily and I am feeling somewhat more optimistic. It helps that I get to be reunited with my family in single-digit days…wow, does it help.

Thanks and love for all the well wishes, y’all. They mean the world to me.