So, I need to explain about that last week before I get any more emails yelling at me that I'm already a day late. Let's start from the top.
I finally was strong enough to take the motorcycle training course that my family got me for my 30th birthday back in February. It was a lot of work, and I slept very well after each day of riding, but I ended up passing and am now fully licensed to operate a motorcycle in Canada. The next part is the actual purchase of the motorcycle, but I don't think that will happen for a while. You'll see why in a few paragraphs.
The next item on the list was the bank. As many of you know, Caity and I bought stock in my company last year, and July 1st was the end of the hold period for us to be able to sell the stock and turn a profit. Well, the bank managed to screw up practically every aspect of what should have been a simple set of transactions. The even lost my stock certificate for a month, which sent me into a dreadful panic. I guestimate that I've spent about 5 hours at the bank getting things sorted out, and another 5 hours on the phone trying to fix other mess ups. The good news is that we now have a nice little chunk of cash in our bank account that is about to disappear just as quickly as it entered our lives.
The sperm test was quite an experience. I went to the lab, and was given a specimen container and a room number. I entered my designated room to "produce a sample" and noticed that there was a TV set up, and several naughty magazines available to help produce the sample quicker. Now, I'm a normal guy. I was first exposed to pornography when I was about 10, and I've seen, read, and watched just about every naughty thing you can do with the human body in my travels as a testosterone filled under-sexed teenager. As a result, I require a certain "level" of visual stimulation in order to get the job done so to speak. I hit the power button on the TV hoping for the best, only to be filled with disappointment seconds later when the most famous bunny symbol in the world appeared on the screen. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, the Playboy symbol manages to accomplish two things at once in the heterosexual male brain. Number one, it tells the brain that it is about to see naked breasts. Number two, it tells the brain to expect not much else in the way of visual stimulation. Hugh Heffner may be known around the world for pornography, but his idea of pornography is so mind numbingly dull and boring, I'm amazed he's still in business. I know many husbands will laugh at this, but I actually got the job done by thinking about my wife. Yes gentlemen, my wife is that damn beautiful to me, and I still find her the most stunning creature in the world today.
Oh, and by the way. Despite the fact that sperm testing is the only reason for the existence of the lab that I went to, there is nothing more embarrassing than walking out into the waiting room to hand the technician a sample of your swimmers. There isn't a thing you can say to the nice lady as you give her some of your sperm that makes the experience less awkward.
Now to the big thing that happened this week. With the fresh injection of Canadian currency into our bank account, Caity and I decided that it was time to go house shopping. We figured that it would take us a couple of months at least to find what we wanted so we set up the first group of viewings for last Wednesday. Well, it just so happens that the first house we walked into was the house that we ended up making an offer on. Yes folks, we started looking for a house at 1:00pm and by 7:00pm we had an accepted offer of sale in our hands. We did go look at other houses after the first one, but nothing even compared to the first one. It was everything we have ever wanted in a house, and both of us can see ourselves growing old there. If the extra cash hadn't come along when it did, we probably would have needed to wait a few years before moving out of this one, but when you find yourself with the means to get the house of your dreams, you usually end up going for it. Besides, after this move, we never have to deal with another real estate agent, or house lawyer ever again. We also don't have to pack up all of our belongings and live like nomads ever again which makes me very happy. This time however moving might not be so bad as we're hiring movers to the job for us, rather than enlisting the Price family and the caravan of minivans that usually happens when one of us moves.
Finally, we move on to the car accident. Now, let me start this off by saying that Thursday was the six year anniversary of my last car accident, which means that as of Thursday my insurance rates go down. I'm sitting at a stop light on my way home from the latest bank fiasco, and there is a car in front of me. The light turns green, but the guy in front of me didn't go, so I was happily waiting for him to start moving when I was hit from behind. I guess the guy behind me figured that he didn't need to wait for the people in front of him before he proceeded through the intersection. No body was hurt, and the guy who hit me from behind was going 20kph at the most, but he still had enough force to throw me into the guy in front of me. Both of my bumpers were destroyed, but luckily there was no other damage to my car. My insurance company is saying that my insurance rates will not be affected by the accident, and the guy behind me is going to be paying for any costs that my insurance company won't cover, so other than a bit of inconvenience, I'm not affected at all.
It's a good thing that I'm not working right now, because dealing with life this last two weeks has been a full time job. I've found out though, that I'm a lot stronger than I used to be. I'm able to get through a full day of life right now like a normal person. The only problem I have is that I need a full day of rest between busy days in order to function. It's much better than I was a month ago, and I'm taking that as a positive sign. I'll most likely be better next month and the month after that, so all I need to do is keep moving forward and I'll be back to normal in no time. I had a talk with my replacement at work yesterday, and we both agreed that October 1st is an acceptable back to work date for me. We're going to use September as a warm up period where I come in for a few hours a day, every other day to get back in the saddle.
As far as working out goes, life has been so tiring as of late that I haven't been to the gym in about a week. I think I'll stick to my weights downstairs for a while though, because my body made it very clear to me that I'm not ready to go back to the gym full time. That being the case, it makes no sense to spend 90 dollars a month on a gym membership if you don't use it all the time.
If you want to live in a very pretty house that is only 10 months old, check out our MLS listing. Our number is C3178369. We want 239,000 for it, but if you mention our website we'll throw in two very lovable dogs for free. Oh, and we're selling our car as well, new bumpers and all. Everything in our lives is priced to sell people, so lets see some wallets opening.
New house, new minivan, bank troubles, car accident, dealing with lawyers and insurance companies. You think that Caity and I would be avoiding stress at all costs after what we've been through. I guess we've become so used to being completely engulfed in stress that we can't live without it. I wonder if there's a support group for stress junkies out there.
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