Apparently, no one . . .
. . . is dying of curiosity, so here's the deal.
I am applying for a job rotation with the Navy in Naples, Italy.
My mind is currently boggling about all the planning - get the house ready for sale, sell the house, sell a car, store household goods, move household goods, find a place to live, figure out health insurance, drivers' licenses, visas, bank accounts, ad infinitum.
But, I'm a planner by profession, so it's not really that hard.
Anyway, I'm sure someone else has done this, so maybe I can ask.
Besides, I may not get the job.
No guarantees.
Although, I AM the best qualified applicant.
Just ask me.
More later.
Film at eleven.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
How did Michael Jackson . . .
. . . have three white kids?
. . . have three white kids?
Someone had it in for him, I guess.
Look, it's not all my fault. Brennig made me do it. Yep, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
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