The other day’s “To Be Continued” is to be continued for a few more days, I am sorry to say.
It seems I cannot have a solid week of normalcy to save my life. Sad, but true.
I promise I don’t do these things to annoy you.
Anyway, on to Saturday Steals.
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This week’s Saturday Steal is brought to you by the Government of Canada, those generous souls who so graciously (after three years) opened their welcoming arms to envelop me in a (smallpox-infested, likely) blanket of international hospitality and love.
That’s right, my friends, I was finally granted my permanent resident status in this country! And have you ever seen a worse government-issued photo I.D. in your life!
No, seriously, have you? If so, send me a photo of it and we’ll have a contest to see whose in the world is worse than mine. I delight in making myself feel better at other people’s expense. Kyle thinks I look like a pioneer in this photo. I think he looks like he’s eating Ramen Noodles for dinner this week; then we can talk about who’s the pioneer in this relationship, Mr. I-Only-Know-How-to-Boil-Water-and-Just-Barely-at-That.
So after three years and several thousand dollars, can you imagine?
WE GOT SOMETHING WE PAID FOR!
And nothing more.
But nothing less, either, which is how I see this as a steal; I mean, I could have very well gotten to the end of the process, paid my non-refundable fees, and then been deported. Right?
Right. So don’t any of you naysayers bother telling me that it will take me years of employment to recoup the actual cost of this dadgummed card. Don’t tell me that by the time I graduate from university I will probably be ready to start thinking about having kids and who knows if I will ever build that oh-so-elusive career. Don’t tell me that I will just have to pay to renew my status all over again in five years, and five years after that, et cetera, until that day that I finally decide to bite the bullet and apply for citizenship—and don’t even bother to tell me how much THAT will cost.
Because it’s a steal, all right?
And that’s final.
Buyer’s remorse, anyone? Damned waste of money if you ask me.
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So what about you? I hope you fared better than me this week.
To participate, find your own steal, write a post on it including a link back to this event at Archives of Our Lives (and the above Saturday Steals image, if you so desire), and add the link to the list below.
You have from now till Sunday at 11:59 p.m. (I know, it’s called SATURDAY Steals, but guess what? If you make the rules, you can break them, and I say it’s open all weekend. So poo on you.)
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