Oh Captain, My Captain

In approximately 16 days I will be marrying a wonderful (Travel Size) woman. We are both excited over the fact that we will be starting our life together and can't wait for both the joys and trials of marriage. Indeed, an exciting time!

She will be receiving her Medical Doctorate approximately a month later. Upon receiving this, we will be "Traveling" to "Big D" for at least the next 3 years in order for her to perform her pediatric residency. Upon receipt of said Medical Doctorate she will become Dr. "Traveler". A development has been brought to my attention. We will be Dr. and Mr. "Traveler". It's not a bad thing just different. My Travel Size Better-half (future) is very gracious and an awesome woman. She has stated that socially she will be Mrs. "Traveler" and we will be "Mr. and Mrs. Traveler". However, anytime we receive a formal invitation or are announced formally it will be "Dr. and Mr. Traveler".

So here is my solution! In Anoka County, Minnesota I can actually receive a canoe license. Different canoe lengths have different license fees, but I figure that a 6-foot canoe license should suffice. I have concluded once I receive my 6-foot certification we will have to be announced or referred to as Cpt. and Dr. "Traveler". That's right! I'll be Captain "Traveler". I like it!

Random Thoughts from yesterday:

Sharon Stone is the Greek translation for Dirty Pirate Hooker.

A tank of gas for my car is the equivalent of four crack rocks (or so I've heard).

When the Travel Size one and I have kids we can give them all canoes for their 5th birthday. You know, sort of a right of passage. At this point, I will receive a promotion Captain to Admiral (Since I will have a fleet). Then it will be Admiral and Doctor Traveler.

I am tired of the Conversion

I know it has been a while since my last post but let's just say it has been a busy hectic month!

• The wedding is approaching
• A client in Canada with more responsibilities
• Moving to big "D"

It has been a crazy time. You read my title and probably think I am recanting my faith. Nope! I am just tired of having to convert everything. Gallons to Liters. Miles to Kilometers. Canadian Dollar to U.S. Dollar. My least favorite (or favourite) is Celsius to Fahrenheit. When you hear someone say that it is going to be 10 degrees outside you think holy crap that is cold. Nope. Put on your t-shirt it is gonna be a scorcher!

Well my month started with having to get on a plane and head for the land of the moose. I am not sure if that is the actual nickname for the country to our north, but it is on this blog. It's not a bad country, Canada. The only issue I had with Mooseland was that I had to be there instead of at the Travel Sized Bride-to-be's AOA banquet. For the other two people that read this blog that are not named Travel Size, AOA is Alpha Omega Alpha Medical Student Honor Society. My pint-sized better half was inducted into it on March 7. She will definitely carry the brains on to our children. I like to travel, don't get me wrong. See different parts of the world. It is actually pretty exciting, but this was one trip that I really didn't want to make because my bride-to-be was being honored (honoured in Mooseland) and I was stuck in a country where everyone was all "aboot Molson 5.0".

I do have one beef with The Airline. I flew three legs with them to Mooseland and twice I was stuck on an airplane the size of a pack of gum. Read my post about first class etiquette. Everybody is First-Class on these flights. It is a three and a half hour flight and I would rather make the flight on a Radio Flyer. One tip to anyone who has to travel to "O' Canada" right before spring break. Don't go. March 10th was the Friday before this most joyous occasion and also the day that I had to return home. I barely found a flight out of there. I got stuck on an Air Canada flight which of course I am not status on so I had no perks. I couldn't even checkin before the flight. I got to the airport 2 hours before my flight. I am not kidding, it was like retards at the petting zoo. I have never seen so many morons in one big cluster.

The wedding is now just 18 days away. It seems like it has been forever. I had lunch with a friend of mine today and he said, “you’ll wake up the day after and think ‘wow that blew by’”. I am sure he’s right! I can’t wait… well I can, but I don’t want to.

Another note of change is that we’ll (The Travel Sized One and I) be moving to Big D! I can’t believe that is going to happen. We are both excited! We can’t wait to start our life together there, but we hate to leave the community we have called home for so long!

Anyways, I have no more witty banter. Maybe tomorrow’s meeting with my buddy will be fodder for more witticisms.