But I am le tired. Then go have a nap...

Job hunting sucks.

Job hunting in the city sucks even more.

Job hunting in a city & 2 neighboring cities sucks the most.




Disclaimer: I've been what some would called "spoiled."

I've never had a hard time finding decent jobs. In my past I've been extremely blessed (and thankful!) to have people I know in positions where saying a good word for me basically got me the job. (But do not disregard the charm!).

I've had people personally come tell me to apply for jobs because they wanted me to do it.


Which may be why this "applying for job bit" is extremely frustrating.

- How many of these posted jobs already have their future employee picked out?
- How many of these posted jobs are looking for that name they know? Or that name they've heard through the grapevine?

I do not regret moving to a new city.

But I do regret not being able to bring my contacts! Okay, maybe not possible. But it would be sweet if it were.


All is not completely lost. I quickly found a job in a pub/restaurant/tavern type of establishment within walking distance of the house. Pay is not great, but Nova Scotians are. ;)

It shall pay the bills until I find said dream job (ie: full time, permanent position that pays enough to pay bills, save for down-payment on house, allows me to go visit home every once in a while, allows me to buy wood & fabric and possibly a new sewing machine & is enjoyed by Moi. See I'm not very picky.)




On the bright side, the house is practically a home.

Most of my past projects (spice rack, clock, lamp, jewelry frames, etc.) have found their "permanent until we move again" spots. (pictures? I'm not even sure where the camera is. Hence the half fuzzy twitter pics, courtesy of my phone).


I have several dozen other projects that I want to do. But that's all they currently are. Wants. Most of our furniture received not-so-pretty nicks and dents during the move. Many hand-me-downs were collected from family members, 99.9% of those pieces older than us. My step-dad gave us three old dressers (we didn't have a single one) that were from his parents' (may they RIP) old house - Ie. They hadn't been used in over 30 years. All we've done thus far is clean them and stuck one in each bedroom closet.

To make this stuff & space completely "ours" -- we have lots of work to do.


I've been making curtains for all the windows.

Or I should say, I was making curtains for all the windows. And would be finished another set if the sewing machine hadn't conked out on me last night. Le sigh.


We'll see how that goes today.....

The newest addition to our family

Meet Ankor (Ang'kr)

Ankor's mom was a Border Collie crossed with an Australian Shepherd and his dad was German Shepherd crossed with a Chow Chow. He's our spoiled, little cutie pie.

We've been going on kijiji randomly for the last... oh, year or so, looking at the dogs who need homes. We weren't really allowed to have a dog before, our landlord didn't allow it. Nor did our budget or lifestyle. Now we live in a house with a yard, have an awesome landlord (haha), and our "Australia fund" as excess cash (kind of).

We've looked at pups since having moved here. Many (okay, most) temporarily stole our hearts - but when we came across this little guy and his siblings - it was love at first sight.

We were set on going to meet the pups with an open mind -- not picking our pup based on its looks (even though the 2 little spotted ones had already stolen our hearts), but how they act with us, in comparison to the others. All that fun stuff which is near impossible with puppies - but it was our plan.

Long story short.. Ankor stole our hearts. It was immediate. When they were all running around the yard and we picked them up to look at them, cuddle them, most of them wiggled and tried to jump out or lick our faces off.

Not Ankor. He snuggled his furry little head in our face and just sit there with the occasional wet nose rub against ours.

As I told my mom - how could we go there, meet him and NOT bring him home with us.

Impossible.