You may call me Lasagna Noodle.

Hi y'all. Clair made me pasta!

What's new with me? WELL...

Yah, that was a bit too dramatic. You should know by now that I am not that exciting.

Today, officially moved out of our sublet and into our new place. We were trying to be jerks in some way since the sublet guys have sorta been jerks to us. When we moved in, they left some of their dirty dishes in the sink, they left all of their bathroom stuff exactly where I'm assuming it stays (as in, a loofa still hanging in the shower), didn't bother to empty out their closets for us, and just generally left the place like they had stepped out for coffee for a few minutes. Add to that the fact that one of the guys kept popping in with pretty short notice to pick up his mail or what not and the other guy sent Clair condescending text messages asking when we were planning on leaving, because he was getting back early (even though normally when you pay rent for the month, you get the whole month!), and asked us to clean up because he wouldn't have much time because he had to work on Monday. Then there was the whole internet thing. Needless to say, we were somewhat annoyed at them. But, we generally fail at being mean people. I am pretty sure that I am incapable of moving out of a place without cleaning the bathroom, sweeping, and wiping off things that are dirty. Clair and Dylan wouldn't let me wash the floors, though. Combine that with the fact that we are actually somewhat clean people and the apartment looked pretty good. They thanked us for it. I felt sad. But really, the only reason it ever looked bad was because all of our stuff was shoved in piles because there was no where to put it - take out our stuff, and it looks exactly the way they left it. Anyway, we take comfort in the fact that their fridge is almost completely empty, we ate a whole bunch of their food, they have no ink left in their printer, and they have no laundry detergent and that sort of stuff. We did refrained from stealing their Starbucks card. We also didn't steal their fridge.

In other news, as of this past Monday, I have been married for two years. Do I still count as a newly wed? How long before you are no longer newly wed? It seems like two years is both too long and not long enough. Anyway, we went for a picnic on the top of Mount Royal is the afternoon, which was pretty much perfect (although scampering down a mountain in flipflops and a dress is tricky). Then we took advantage of the fact that we had two places and spent the night here, hanging out just the two of us. We were going to have dinner and watch a movie, but we were still way too full from our picnic and forgot the movie back at the other place. Instead, we ate crackers and watched a couple of episodes of a Japanese tv show. Boring, but nice.

My top 3 reasons we've made it 2 years (other than loving each other, blah blah blah) (yes, I am too lazy to make a top 10 or even a top 5):

-Constantly bickering. If we are threatening to stab each other in the throat every 5 minutes because the other one left something on the floor or criticizes the way the first one parked the car, there really isn't a chance for problems to build up. It normally takes people a while to get used to, but it's our way.

-Our king sized bed. Stolen blankets, drowning with the other person's sweat and elbows to the face are just not an issue. Seriously. Love it.

-Our super-fantastic friends and family. The dudes and dudettes who would do anything, anytime to help us out. The ones that love and support not only us individually, but the two of us together. It is hard to think back on the wedding and to not realize how lucky we are, both for the people we knew then and for the people we have met since. It may be cheesy, but that don't make it any less true. We love you.

Oh, we also had dinner with two friends of Dylan's uncle last night. (Wow, talk about not following any sort of chronological order!) It was a lot of fun. They had us over to their house, they fed us, they answered all of our questions about Montreal, and gave us some suggestions about where to get a cheep fridge. Super nice people and they have an adorable baby too. They asked why we didn't bring along Clair. And man, did they ever feed us. So good. Chicken, and vegetables, potato salad, tea, tofu chocolate mousse, cherries. Nom nom nom. But it was really nice to go out, talk to new people and feel somewhat less alone here. What more could you ask for?

Ok, that's it. Night-night world.

Like the Boomerang.

Hmm, I feel like I should update you all on our lives. But we are pretty boring people, so I don't have much to say.

We went down and watched some fireworks this evening. Montreal has an international fireworks thing a lot like the Celebration of Light in Van. Tonight was Canada's night. Not that fireworks are a rare occurrence in Montreal, since apparently there are fireworks all the freaking time. I think that there are fireworks somehow related to Just For Laughs more or less every night. Between that and us living right down the street from the Alouette's stadium, night around here haven't been overly quiet. Luckily, I don't really care...

I've been putting some thought into going beck to school sometime. As of Sept. 2011, I will have been a resident of Quebec for a couple of months and be eligible for Quebec university prices. And, let me tell you, living a couple blocks away from a University is not making it any less tempting. Anyway, McGill offers a somewhat bizarre BSW/MSW two year combo thingy that looks pretty perfect. But there are a lot of things I need to figure out/do/get in order before deciding if that is what I want to do. For instance, they want some work/volunteering experience in a SW related field. Which, in case you are wondering, I do not have. I could also apply to U of T. Or I could kill Alyssa for the life insurance money. There are so many options! Life is just so intimidating. Dylan and I were talking the other day and apparently for us to successfully accomplish everything we want to in the next ten years, we should have started when we were 5. There are just so many things that seem easiest to do while we are this age.

Dylan has been spending most of his time at the new place since he is cat-sitting near there. Oh, except apparently we are on a yoga kick, so we hauled our butts down to the Y yesterday and are going back tomorrow (fyi, my muscles are not a fan of this plan).

I got jealous of Clair and all of her pictures that prove that she is alive, so I decided to steal her idea and take a picture with my webcam. I tried to use fancy effects and have us sitting in front of the Eiffle Tower (it is french, and I know people who are currently in Paris...) or on a beach at sunset, but that didn't work and came out really weird with lines and pixels in the wrong place and whatnot.



That is all I feel like sharing with you fine folks at this moment in time. Take that! So ha! Or something like that...

I'm watching you.

Ok, so I actually wrote this yesterday, but couldn't post it since our internets aren't working.

So, it might be somewhat uncouth to admit to this, but I've been stalking you all. Or at least watching you watch me. I added a gadget thingy that allows me to know who visits mine here blog. And I must say, there are more of you than I expected. I.e. more than just Clair and Alyssa read this. Well, ok, them and the occasional visit from various family members. Freaks me out! Not that there are more than a dozen of you. But now I feel all this pressure to be witty or entertaining or form coherent sentences. Don't feel too alarmed, though. The gadget more or less only tells me what city are from, so the 90% of you that are from Victoria are safe (except I've more or less pieced together which one is Alyssa!). None of this is at all important. But would it kill ya to say hi every once in a while? I feel like our relationship is somewhat one sided...

So, what has this crazy group of folk been up to? Well, a couple of days ago, while on the way to check out a stove for our new apartment, little Putt-Putt turned a corner and decided she needed a bit of a break. Luckily (the ridiculous kind of luck that only my husband's family has), it was RIGHT BESIDE a service station. LIterally, we stopped in front of the house next to it. A couple days and a few hundred dollars later, she's feeling back in tip top shape, now equipped with a new distributor (Anyone? Any ideas? 'Cause I have none). But congrats to Dylan and his dad (on the phone) for correctly figuring out what was wrong! I've been driving that car for over a year now and all I know is that she is red, you can't turn the key too hard or it gets stuck, and that making sure she has gas and oil is important. Oh, and Dylan's dad was trying to tell me that I needed to smell something sometimes to make sure something was working?

Ha, I just told Dylan that the ignition coil ignites coils. I think his head is going to explode. Bah, and he told me how little the battery does. The lazy bum!

Sorta related - we got ourselves a stove! Ahh, Craigslist, how we love thee. So, since we needed someway to pick up said stove and our one month free of storage was almost up, we rented ourselves a u-haul van and Monday was moving day. Acquired the stove (and the free kitchen table the guy threw in) and emptied out the storage unit, all with very few problems. Now all we have to do is move the stuff we have here to the new place and we are good to go. Well, and unpack. And get a fridge. That might be the biggest hurdle.

And these last few days all we have done is stew in our own sweat. But it should be cooling off by Saturday, I think? Tomorrow is going to suck though, since it is supposed to be low thirties, with humidity up at about 90%.

P.S. Ok, so the weather was no where near as bad as expected today. It poured rain and there was a pleasant breeze. Humidity was still a pain, but we were much happier. Well, between that and the Bones marathon...

Life as we know it.

Bonnaroo ended and we come to Montreal to return to life as usual. So, naturally, the first thing we did was go to a concert. The New Pornographers, to be more specific. We actually bought the tickets quite a while ago and they were the first real commitment we made to being in Montreal at a set date. Very good show. We were pretty much front and center and crowds in Montreal are apparently not the pushing and shoving kind.

Since, then life has quieted down. Being applying to jobs, checking out apartments, and getting to know the fair city of Montreal. I got a call from the first place I applied and went in for a trial shift. But it sucked, so I'm planning on turning it down. In terms of apartments, we hit up Craigslist, sent out a bunch of emails, and went and looked at a couple. And the landlord at one of the places really liked us, and we thought the place was cute and within our budget. If that wasn't enough, she offered us July free to move in, so we took it. But, since we are the people we are, it turns out that in Montreal refrigerators and stoves are not included in unfurnished apartments. No worries though, we went back to our bff, Craigslist, and have so far found a stove for $50.

Oh, we went to Ottawa! Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day a big deal in Quebec and falls on the 24th of June, and Canada kinda takes a back seat. So, we figured, 'What better way to celebrate the Nation's birthday that to go to the Nation's capital?' Saw the Parliament Buildings, some pretty cool fireworks and wandered around. Ottawa definitely falls at the top of my list of most livable cities in Ontario, with the only real competition being Kenora.

Sorry for the short, lame update.