Black Jack Black Tac 352

We finally got new plates!! After several trips to the MTO, (Ministry of Transportation of Ontario), and many calls and faxes to get the right paper work, we did it! We said goodbye to my Michigan plates....

...and put on our Ontario plates! Taking this off our "to do" list was a small victory in our book. My memory trick to help remember the plate number for future border crossings is: Black Jack Black Tac 352.

KC's Klepto-Shopping Spree

I have always considered myself a law abiding citizen or resident wherever I have lived. But this last week I had a chance to briefly see what life is like on the other side...
Zach and I were invited to an anniversary party so we drove to Walmart to get a card for the couple. I found a card and decided to start writing a message on it in the store since we were short on time. I grabbed a near-by book so that I had something hard to write on. Zach gathered our other items while I began writing a message in the card, trailing behind him. In the checkout lane I still had the book and the card in my hands and I handed the card to the clerk so she could scan it. She did and then returned it to me and I kept on writing.
Zach and I walked out of the store and into the car. I continued writing and finished the card. I then handed both the card and the book to Zach so he could sign his name in the card. As he handed the card back to me he looked down in his hands and said, "We bought this?" (referring to the book I walked out of the store with).
I looked at the book, gasped and shrieked, "Oh my goodness!! What?!...Oh No!!...Go back to the store...Hurry hurry now!! I shoplifted that book!!" I couldn't believe I had shoplifted a book without even realizing it! Zach quickly dropped me off and I ran inside, with my face flushed and heart racing. In my mind I could see the greeter pulling out the cuffs on me and all the buzzers going off the second I re-entered.
Thankfully I returned the book quickly to where I found it and only had to endure the guilt and fear of being a shoplifter for a few minutes. But that event has only affirmed my desire to stay on the law abiding side of things.

Oh What a Night!

For Valentines Day Zach bought tickets to go see the show, Jersey Boys, in Toronto. I am a huge musical/Broadway fan so it was a real treat. It was so fun to be in a big city for a night. We went out to dinner and enjoyed a great show. While we were waiting to find our seats a man walked by us and dropped his playbill. I picked it up and caught up with him to return it to him. He smiled and kept walking. Later in the evening while we were in line that same man and his wife overheard me picking out words in the playbill that Canadians spell differently than we do (like cheque/check and councillor/counselor). He turned around and asked where we were from and struck up a conversation. Turns out he is a pastor and we had a nice chat with him and his wife. It was neat to see how out of all the people in that auditorium, God had us run into that couple twice and have a fun conversation.

After the show we headed to our car. As we were entering the elevator a teenage kid asked us if we wanted a parking pass. We happliy accepted it and thanked him since it would save us around $25 in parking costs. As we were walking to the car Zach started to look for our original parking ticket. It turns out he accidentally threw it away earlier in the evening! What an example of God's provision. Before we even realized we had a problem with the missing parking ticket, God brought that kid to save us frustration and extra costs. It reminded me of a quote: Coincidences are small miracles in which God prefers to remain anonymous."