Monthly Archive for August, 2011

Moving to Costa Rica? Or Anywhere Else? Don’t Bring “Stuff”

If only…

…I didn’t listen to the conventional wisdom about moving to Costa Rica:

  • I wouldn’t have purchased ANYTHING new to bring here because “quality is crap and prices are high” in Costa Rica. Factor in the cost of shipping, and those three ceiling fans that ARE. NOT. NEEDED. (for example) are getting pretty expensive and take up valuable space.
  • I would have given more stuff away in the U.S. It’s hard to give stuff away here. Who do we give it too? We used old pillows (why were we keeping these in the first place?) and blankets (ditto) as “stuffing” in and around bins and boxes we shipped here.  Turns out the pillows will be bedding for dogs at Lighthouse Animal Shelter. But the blankets? I guess someplace in Costa Rica, it get’s cold enough to need a real blanket, but I’m not delivering!
  • We have more kitchen stuff than the average restaurant in Atenas. Eight muffin pans? Four cookie sheets? Twenty-seven hot pads? 104 dish towels? Really?
  • Should have left more clothes in the U.S. We both have at least three bins full of long sleeve shirts, sweatshirts and jackets (!), and long pants that never see the light of day unless the earth falls off it’s axis.
  • Just because it WILL fit in the shipping container… doesn’t mean it SHOULD fit in the shipping container. I fell for the “it doesn’t cost any more to load the container FULL.”  Nope, the shipping is about the same from a 20 foot x 8 foot x 8 foot container to a 40 x 8 x 8. But the hassle-factor rises exponentially. Remember, every bin and box will be handled by you a minimum of nineteen  times from the time you pack until it finds it’s final place. It’s a fact, nineteen!
  • You’ll probably have visitors from the U.S. who can bring you stuff you find you really need… NEED being the important criteria. We’ve had excellent results getting stuff mailed to us here. Nancy has already gotten shipment of multiple sewing and knitting items. Won’t you be making a trip back to the U.S. sometime? One trip to Target and you can load up on stuff you NEED and tote it  back in a duffel bag.

Is moving to Costa Rica different than moving across the US? Yes!  There are ships involved.  I was feeling like a sucker as I carted carload after carload of stuff to Goodwill. (After four HUGE yard sales.)  But after the nineteenth time of moving 486 bins and boxes, I sure wished I’d made a few more trips.

Ah well, the sun rises and the sun shines everyday in Costa Rica and for that I am happy. Eventually, this phase of my life will soon pass like mildew spores on a humid breeze.

It is Pura Vida.

 

First Kill All the Lawyers Infographic

“The first thing we do,” said the character in Shakespeare’s Henry VI, is “kill all the lawyers.”

As if you didn’t know, the U.S. is sorely in need of tort reform. Lawsuits are driving up the costs of everything… EVERYTHING. Business decisions are being made based on what the lawyers think. Products are designed based on what the lawyers think. Drugs are being developed based on what the lawyers think.

We need lawyers, but their influence on the way of life in the U.S. is way out of whack.

There is a new lawsuit filed every 2 SECONDS.

But the graphic illustrates this so much better than words…

http://www.paralegalcertification.com/USlawsuits

Geeky Animated Gif Monday

Jumping Jung Il.

Beer Brewing Infographic

Interesting graphic about using your Mash Tun and Lauter Tun to make the wort for the magic elixir.

http://www.californiaculinaryschools.org/beerbrewingprocess

Yesterday I Almost Got Blowed Up

Blow jobs are legal in Costa Rica. I discovered not only are they legal, they are easy to come by.

Especially when you are cooking with gas.

Proving once again that highly intelligent humans do dumb things, I almost ass-ploded our gas oven.

Nancy was making some taco dealy meal that needed to bake in the oven. When she got ready to put the dish in the oven she discovered that it had not pre-heated. I don’t know how your gas stove works but ours doesn’t have an “always-on” pilot light. It has one of those snappy mini lightening bolts to ignite the flame.

Word: Before attempting to relight the oven always ask, How long ago did you THINK you had lighted the oven?

I re-tried the little snappy thing a couple times and no whoosh of the oven lighting. I tried a burner to make sure we had propane and it lit just fine.

Wait, you’re getting ahead of me, right?

Yep, with trusty Bic in hand, I told Nancy to step to the side while I held the flicked Bic near the burner.

Yeah, big whoosh. And lots o’ flames. It was a big blow job.

But it only lasted a second.

But in that second, I covered six feet straight back knocking over a bar stool making a big ruckus. The dogs never moved or said a word.

Stupid Human Tricks, they were probably thinking.

With the oven lighted and the taco dish in place, I got a nice hug and expression of “good-lord, I’m glad you’re still here” from Nancy. I brushed off the singed hair from my arm and leg. A couple of fingers were slightly scorched, but some ice knocked that down pretty quickly. (The ice was in a tall glass of bourbon.)

Blow jobs in Costa Rica, not recommended.