The Independence DMV. They are bastards. Or at the very least, the fat bitch that was my interface with the agency today was.

Warning, my language in this post is "colorful".

My license expired. A few month ago, actually, but since it only happens every four years it's the sort of thing that can slip by. I've known about it for a couple weeks now, but I also knew that I was moving shortly, so I decided to wait until after the move to get it renewed, lest I end up paying the fee for a new license twice.

There's a lot to say, and I'm not sure if I've got the stamina in me to say it all. All's well with little Elizabeth as she delights in nothing more than abusing her mother from within, so no worries there. But many, many other things have been going on. Firstly, Vic and I have been "in the market" for a house. There's one particular piece of land that we've been out to see twice now.

The past few days have been all about damage control. Recovery from Christmas, recovery from web issues, recovery from nausea... So, no, I haven't been around much lately. Too much to do and not enough time to do it in. So here's the quickie recap: Robin joined us with the Gauck family for Thanksgiving where Turkey and mass quantities of Good Eats were had, not to mention some Wii gaming. December brought me at least ten hours of overtime just about every week which was a godsend (although we didn't know it at the time).

Last night I felt pain that I've never experienced in my life, and pray most deeply that I can avoid feeling ever again. It's as though my body is producing an acid, a horrible flesh-disolving acid, and I can only weather its assaults. So, physically things aren't exactly honkey-dory. Emotionally is another story - my emotions aren't so much filled with acids as they are crushed and pulped and mashed, not unlike wine grapes. Still, I persevere.

So yesterday we were hit with the first substantial snow of the season, which means it's time once again for my yearly gripe about people who are afraid to drive in the snow.

This weekend was non-f'n-stop. From the moment I got home from work on Friday until my head hit the pillow last night it was moving. Friday after work Vickie and I met with her neice Julie and her friend Tyler (or was it Trevor?