Jars, that sucks! I thought America was the world leader in strangling its citizens with massive bullshit red tape, but apparently we have competition. (Yay?)
I would just like to say how unbelievably lucky I am to have a Girl who has stuck by me through thick, thin, mental and physical health issues, wheelchairs and walking aids, searches for accessible housing, job losses, benefits applications, cancelled wedding plans, laziness, grouchiness and demands to remove spiders.
Awww. That's pretty much what love is, isn't it? The pool of applicants for whom a person can conjure up romantic fuzzy feelings and/or lust is WAY bigger than the pool of people who can do that AND be willing to deal with the day-to-day (and larger) problems and stresses.
Speaking of which, we are getting ready for the funeral. Tim continues to look fucking awesome in his suit.
t /shallow
It's supposed to be 98 degrees here today, which, let me tell you, is just AWESOME for a church packed full of people, many of them elderly with varying degrees of infirmity, and then the gravesite in the blistering sun while we stand around WEARING BLACK.
Tim asked me last night if Jilli could send me a parasol via magic. I said I doubted it, though the devilbunny probably could if he was willing.
I briefly considered sticking an ice pack in my bra, but the only one we have is large and would be obvious, PLUS once people know it's there, they'll keep trying to hug me just to steal the cool, which WILL NOT STAND.
Actually, since the funeral mass is at 10:00, we should be relatively okay with the heat, though still not ideal.
I'm trying to eat some cereal, because otherwise I won't get to eat until noon or later. But I never eat right after I get up (I usually wait until 10:00 or so, at work), so it's tough going. Maybe I'll take a banana in the car, since I obviously don't have to worry about eating an hour before communion.
You and Tim will be in my thoughts today, Steph. Sending some cool and peaceful vibes.
I have eaten the cereal, and if I can get the fat cat off my foot, I am going to get dressed and we will head out. Gonna be a tough day.
Tim continues to look fucking awesome in his suit.
Pshaw. Not shallow, representing his mom's awesome genes.
In a bureacraxy update - I got the bus down to meet G at lunch and we called the visa office again. They've now put us on the 'urgent' list which means they'll have it sent withing 2 days, by quick post. My being there was so utterly pointless though - she asked me my date of birth, my name, and if I wanted my passport sent back. G could easily have just made one of his coworkers do that and saved me a morning of panicking. Why they needed verbal confirmation from me I still don't know.
Happy Anniversary, Seska and Girl!
And, because it deserves a separate post,
Hoping Tim's mother's funeral goes well.
Egad for passport problems.
Aw! Happy anniversary, Seska!
Jon just put in an application for his passport this morning. I think we need visas though, and we def need shots. So much do do! I'm starting to get a little nervous.
Thinking of you, and of Tim and his family, Steph.
They've now put us on the 'urgent' list which means they'll have it sent withing 2 days, by quick post.
That's an improvement! I hope it gets to you by then.
Thanks for the anniversary wishes, all! I wouldn't even have remembered, but The Girl has a better memory than Google calendar - I think I actually heard her go "beep" this morning. She used to insist on remembering the day we got engaged too, but I strongly discouraged that - I have no memory and I can't afford all the presents. From next year she takes her pick between our wedding day in May and this one. She's actually having trouble with this decision.
The pool of applicants for whom a person can conjure up romantic fuzzy feelings and/or lust is WAY bigger than the pool of people who can do that AND be willing to deal with the day-to-day (and larger) problems and stresses.
Heh. Yep. I think it's a pool of one, in my case. Thank God for internet dating.
Um - what's that program that times your work and helps you not get fired for being a total effing slacker?
