Friday, March 23, 2012

Undocumented

We are in the process of obtaining the proper paperwork for our trip to Spain for Shakira's wedding. This means we have currently signed over Petal's birth certificate, my current passport and our certified copy of our marriage license to the powers that be. This makes me very very nervous. I haven't been without a valid passport since 2004. I don't like the idea that I cannot currently leave the country - I couldn't get to Shakira if she really needed me.

Yes, I'm paranoid. But we almost lost Shakira in 2005, when she fell gravely ill while traveling in Costa Rica. We got a call that morning and my dad was able to get on a plane to go to her that night. Ironically, Shakira herself was passport-less at the time, as hers had been stolen. Unbelievably, the American authorities in San Jose allowed her friend and traveling companion to retrieve replacement passport so she was able to return to U.S. soil on the med flight necessary to bring her to Miami.

So today when I brought my documents to the post office to be mailed off to the processing center, I paid extra to have the package certified. This entitles me to check its progress on the usps website until it reaches Philadelphia. And track I shall.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Oh Monday...

- Husband's car with a dead battery? Check

- Health insurance plan refusing to pay for refill of prescription? Check

- Phone/power/internet going out during a work conference call? Check

- Slippery socks sending me skidding down the stairs and almost causing a heart attack? Check

- Toddler showing no signs of sleepiness at bedtime? Check

But luckily said toddler also took a 3+ hour nap this afternoon so Mama also got a nap, so I'm able to smile and shrug it off. And I had a blast in NYC with old friends last weekend so I have plenty to smile about.