Mrs. Mark: Four (Semi) Quick Takes

1. So, yesterday I was going to finish doing permanent resident paperwork stuff (well, finish what I can - I still have to wait for a police certificate to be mailed and to go to a medical exam in two weeks :/ ) by making copies of stuff at Staples and getting two more passport pics taken at Walmart.

The workers at the photo place said they had to lighten something or other on the camera because "my face was tan".

My face was tan.

That's probably the only time in my life anyone's said I'm tan. I told them this and they said, "well, everyone we take photos of is Canadian so they're pretty white".

That was pretty awesome.

2. Also, yesterday was the first time I went driving around in Calgary by myself. Okay, it was only for a couple blocks and I still got a bit turned around, but I DID IT! (as nephew Rocky would say :)

3. Since I've been here and not had a super pressing sched to attend to I've been doing a jog/walk thing most everyday...about 4 or 5 times a week. I didn't want to get lost so I stayed pretty straight then turned on a street I recognized and then went to another corner I recognized and turned again until I did a big circle and got back to the house.

Yesterday I found out how long my jog/walk circle was.

3.3 miles.

Okay, don't laugh if you think this is nothing because it's really good for me and if you're impressed then Thank You!

4. After going to Walmart and Staples yesterday I saw Petland and decided to go in and check what animals they had inside.

Not to buy one. Just to make me smile.

Do you ever do this? I think it's awesome.

Mark has realized there are a couple ways of cheering me up - let me look at kittens or puppies, but esp kittens and get me something sweet (ex: chocolate, ice cream, chocolate). He did this when we got back to Calgary after being in BC and the reality of the move set in and I was having a semi/full on melt down. My husband took me to Petland to look at kittens. He totally gets me.

Anyway, so I went to Petland and they had these little kittens in the back you could see through the windows. They were almost three weeks old. There were six from one litter and they were all playing with each other and it was so cute. I smiled. I laughed. It made me think of the kitten I used to have. My rescue kitty. Dinah. She now lives with my brother and his wife because they love her and I was moving around too much. She needed a stable environment.

Here are some pics (sorry for the overload - you might not find these as great as I do) of her when she was a wee one. These are actually the first night I had her. By her size and the way her eyes looked she was probably around two to three weeks old.