Welcome home!
Nothings says “I’m happy your home” more than a Shi-Tzu with a face full of mud. Dashy got a wee bit carried away with his treat this afternoon and decided to bury it. With his face. What concerns me is that he has been showered …
Month: August 2012
One more night
One more night of sharing a room with Ethan; my little sighing, kicking, singing sleeps-like-a-log little rhino. One more day of living out of a suitcase. One more day of no routine. This felt lovely. One more day of no chores, cleaning, cooking, bill paying …
Oh Orlando
You are so hideously ugly but so beautiful in a strange un-organic way. You make my hair bigger than any other city I know, your hotels are scummy, your Chilis is amazing, you make my kid anxious and nervous with your bustle and population of tourists. You are sticky and I am so glad to see you!
Winging it
After the week from hell I took a chance on Thursday and drove into the city to wait for my visa on the off-chance it would be ready for pickup before I actually received the notification email. My mates at the US embassy’s call centre …
Eat Cook | Calzone Recipe
Oh yes. You will love this one. I guarantee it. It has been tried and tested on Very Important Friends and they concur; calzones are go! Calzones are pretty common in SoCal, every pizza restaurant has them on the menu. I haven’t struck them at …
Holiday | Update
Another 5am start to get ready and get to the Consulate by 7.45am. Seems a bit silly to leave that early, however, as soon as I got on the Nor-Western it was gridlocked. Stressy and stabbier than ever, I almost turned around right then. It is unbelievable how hard this has been. I did get some answers today though, it turns out that I was deported in 2008 and THAT is why my visa waiver was denied. How could something like that have slipped my mind, more importantly, how was I deported when I lived in NZ? So visa approved though not in hand. There are two more obstacles in my way. One is actually getting my passport + visa back before my scheduled flight on Friday. Too make the wedding on Sat in Chicago, the latest I can leave is Friday night {which will mean buying a whole new plane ticket if I miss the morning flight}. Then, I have to negotiate Customs in the US, who could lock me up and deny me entry – because I’ve been deported remember?
The upside is I have lost 1.5 kgs in 48hrs. Yay a stress diet! It’s lonely here by myself, god knows what state I’d be in if I didn’t have four dogs to watch the Olympics and cry with.
I found these little notes in my truck from Ethan;
Tears.
I also got to FaceTime with the guys when they arrived in Chicago this afternoon.
More tears. A good sleep tonight and a non 5am start will hopefully see better luck tomorrow.