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18 August 2010 @ 02:06 pm
and!  

This morning we toddled (or more accurately, bussed) to the American embassy to apply for Young Indiana’s passport and to register his birth. He looks exactly like his father in his passport photo. It’s hysterical. :) The bus ride to the embassy took longer than the whole process inside, so that was good. We had to raise our right hands and swear we’d told the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, but without a “so help me God” attached, which is good because I’d have balked. Probably not for very long, since getting Indy’s passport & etc is more important than getting in an argument over making an oath in the name of a creator I don’t believe in, but I was pleased there was no deity involved. :)

And! Then Ted and I went our separate ways, he to work and me to town. In town, I collected the stroller which we bought four weeks ago and I ran into a wall and damaged three weeks ago and have been missing very much ever since. And it cost fifty fucking euro to fix, which is a far cry from the ten I was told.

And! I then popped over to the cinema where I learned that yes indeed, early film showings are baby-friendly. So now we know it’s possible to go to early shows of almost everything (they won’t let you go to R-rated films with a baby. Buh, sez I. Buh.), so we will be able to catch up on most of the summer blockbusters we want to watch. I failed a second time, though, to get my unlimited card. I’ll have to try doing it online this afternoon.

And! Then I swung by the Writers’ Centre to find out about writers’ groups and volunteer to send them my resume and a couple books and stuff in case they’d like to have someone teach some classes/a workshop on writing genre fiction. Now I have a printout of local groups and maybe I’ll find one to go to. :)

And! Then Young Indiana and I walked home, which we had not previously done. It’s really not very far at all. It took about 25 minutes, and that was with waiting for traffic lights and stopping at the butcher to buy some poke fops for dinner (and for the butcher man to have a nice little conversation with Himself).

And! …now I should go do dishes, and then run to the post orifice once Young Indiana wakes up from his nap.

(or perhaps he’ll wake up before I get the dishes done because I was busy making a blog post…)

thinks to do:
- unlimited card
- post orifice
- draw names for TRUTHSEEKER
- grocery shopping
- dishes

(x-posted from the essential kit)
 
 
 
Brianlogrusboy on August 18th, 2010 11:35 am (UTC)
and!
Glad for the good parts of your day. Do find out where the repair fellow learned math and nuke it from orbit though. ;)

You keep mentioning failing to get your unlimited card. One would, mistakenly it seems, think this a fairly simple process. Did one miss the post where you explained why one is mistaken?
kitmizkit on August 18th, 2010 12:02 pm (UTC)
Re: and!
No, I've just been bitching without explaining.

First what happened is the machines which you can get the card at are only semi reliable. Like, half the time they're not working at all.

Then when we got one to work we got Ted's card, but because of a ... *sigh* thing with the Visa, to not belabor details ... it wouldn't let me do my card.

So today I went in and the machines weren't working at all (see above). The nice girl at the ticket counter told me everything I needed to get a card, none of which I had, but it didn't matter anyway because the people from whom one buys the card if one can get to real people instead of the nonfunctional machines, weren't there until half one and it was about noon and I wasn't going to wait around for ninety minutes even if I /did/ have all the pieces and parts that I needed.

And my Nikon is out of batteries and my husband seems to have accidentally absconded with the little digital camera (which, now that I think about it, is also out of batteries) so I can't do the whole process online at the moment either.

You'd think it'd be simple, indeed.
Brian: Dilbert: demons of stupiditylogrusboy on August 18th, 2010 12:19 pm (UTC)
Re: and!
And here I thought businesses *wanted* your money...
kitmizkit on August 18th, 2010 12:22 pm (UTC)
Re: and!
Ireland's not quite like other places. :)
Geek of Weird Shitgows on August 18th, 2010 11:22 pm (UTC)
Re: and!
Hmmm. Unlimited fail re: the unlimited card, sounds like.

And I'm sure that Ted probably has more hair in his passport photo. Maybe less drool. But I've definitely noticed the resemblence, and lo, it is grand. :D
Lady Doomlithera on August 18th, 2010 01:30 pm (UTC)
YEAH MOVIES!
SaffronRosesaffronrose on August 19th, 2010 02:16 am (UTC)
Due to a distressed sign, I call them pok choops, myself.

Your pagan friends would have said "so help me Gods (or Goddess)"--we're used to altering things, but I know, division of church and state seems to have some loopholes everyone's afraid to close...
Flitterbyflit on August 19th, 2010 10:04 am (UTC)
I am intrigued by the idea of a food named poke fops... but what is it? Something meaty of course....
kitmizkit on August 19th, 2010 10:26 am (UTC)
Pork chops. :)
Flitterbyflit on August 19th, 2010 11:48 am (UTC)
Oh haha! I thought it was something like bashed neeps. :)
Touch of Inktouch_of_ink on August 20th, 2010 12:38 am (UTC)
When I was six months old, my parents went to see "The Birds". They took me along, because it was a drive in, and they could afford to see the movie, or get a babysitter, but not both. So I went. (After all, six months and all.)

As I started talking over the next few months, I would say "bird, bird". My mom would say, "I don't see any bird". As I added more vocabulary words, I started saying "birds, eyes, birds".

That's when she realized I was trying to talk about the the birds in the movie pecking out the farmer's eyes.

I'm just sayin'
kitmizkit on August 20th, 2010 03:16 am (UTC)
*laughs* Dear Lord. Right, then. I won't take Young Indiana to see The Birds :)
dtm on August 20th, 2010 01:14 pm (UTC)
The FS-545 is prettier, though
Ah yes, the good old FS-240. ("REPORT OF BIRTH ABROAD OF A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA")

It turns out that that document is useful for some things even if one has gotten older and let one's passport expire. (it was among the documentation I had to present back in 2005 to renew my NJ Drivers License after the post-9/11 insane NJ Drivers License documentation crackdown)