So my Facebook status pretty much covers it. I need a circus afro to go with the week I’ve had! Or rather the weekend I’ve had. I was all excited about Jonathan being officially finished at the clinic after Tuesday of last week because that meant I’d have him around to help me do stuff. Not to mention there were several “administrative” things that needed doing that he HAD to be present for. Little did I know there needed to be a soundtrack to our last 5 days that was reminiscent of Looney Tunes. So here’s the run down (and might I add…NEVER MOVE TO A FOREIGN COUNTRY!):
Wednesday — Run around town being told “No, you can’t do that here” and “You’ll need an appointment”. So we made appointments and got addresses and phone numbers of the ACTUAL places we needed to go to get things taken care of.
Thursday (official afro circus day) — Get up at the crack of dawn, load the car for the weekend in OKC/Tulsa, go to the Office of Vital Records (which we now lovingly refer to as the Office of Viral Records) to get yet another copy of my birth certificate. Yes, right before we got married I had to get a certified copy of my birth certificate so that I could get my passport at the last minute. I’m having nightmare-ish flashbacks of that with this whole saga. Suffice to say that certificate got lost in our many moves over the last 5 years and was nowhere to be found. And yes, I needed another one for the same stinkin’ reason. To get my passport. Why do you need ANOTHER passport Rachel?? Well you see, the passport I got in 2007 was for Rachel Elizabeth Harris. Customs and visas do not accept marriage licenses as proof that you are who you say you are. So yes, I need a new passport that says Rachel Harris Womack on it. And Jonathan needs a new one too because his passport is expired.
So we get my official “viral record” and head to the federal building to get our passports squared away. All of this is on this crazy short timeline because of our ignorance essentially. You see, we received paperwork from Ross University for our foreign visas on Monday of last week. Stupidly (apparently) we thought all we had to do was fill out the forms and send them back. Oh no…not that simple. Is it ever?? Here’s what a foreign visa requires (after reading this you will understand my sound advice about moving to a foreign country):
Each person must have the following in their “visa application”:
-A copy of the photo page of your current US passport
-A police record (yes…that’s a fun story too…)
-Two “letters of reference” attesting to our character (thanks Hendersons!)
-A Health Certificate including blood tests for vaccinations, shot records, and a physical
-A copy of your birth certificate
-A $100 money order
And yes, of course, that all has to be in the hands of “the powers that be” by June 20th. So we couldn’t just apply for the passports, we had to “same day” them. And we have been running around town all day Wednesday, Thursday, and today (Monday) trying desperately to get all of this together. It is all finally in our hot little hands (except for the results of our blood tests) and we are next day mailing our “applications” tomorrow to New Jersey.
All of this is punctuated by a trip to OKC/Tulsa for me to help Bernice do a beading workshop and a show for A Different Kind of Flair (which is our jewelry business by the way). It was a very successful workshop/show! Thankfully the bulk of the to do list is crossed off and that feels REALLY good. The student loan stuff will be finished tomorrow and that will round out the last of the “big stuff”. Wednesday is moving day so that means tomorrow is pack and clean and organize day. Yay!! (please read the sarcasm in that yay…) These next few days mark our “last” in Houston since we’re headed out on double header family vacations this weekend and won’t be back until the 8th of July. We will be back in Houston for a few days to close on the house and finish up a few things (we’ll be staying in Baby Emma’s room for a few days in the Henderson’s house…). And then Bernice and I will be doing a home show for A Different Kind of Flair on Saturday the 14th. After that, one more week in OKC spent gathering the last of our lives into 4 suitcases, squaring away our financial affairs, and visiting with friends and family before we FLY!!
God willing, I will survive these next 4 weeks with as few grey hairs as possible…
(I also have to add that when we went to pick up our passports at the federal building before heading out of town to OKC, we returned to our car to find it booted in the parking lot. I wanted to scream!!! We had paid $10 for an “all day” parking pass in this teeny little lot across the street from the federal building. We left to run errands and came back to pick up our passports and we still had our “all day” pass so we parked in the lot (in the exact same spot we had paid for), ran upstairs, grabbed our passports, and were back down at our car in literally less than 10 minutes. It took home slice almost 45 to make it back to our car to “un-boot” it and charge us $100 claiming “You can’t go in and out.” Apparently it said “no in and out” on our little torn off ticket. I call bull honky! I HATE parking in downtown! And I’m quite sure that the gateway to hell is monitored by a parking attendant…)