Wow! 8 and 1/2 weeks already! I can’t say they flew but I can’t say they dragged either. We’ve filled the time as best we can, and its actually been pretty cool (aside from the heart wrenching miss you’s). Yesterday, I got some pretty rotten news. Shel’s visa paperwork had been lost and the whole process needed to be started over. For those of you who don’t know, we’ve plans for a visit have been centered around his visa. Once it came through, he’d be coming up to get our stuff. So delayed visa meant delayed visit.
Or did it?
Once you have entered the USA to “visit” which is technically what he’s been doing since going and not having a Visa, you are allowed to remain for a maximum of 90 days. And then you need to return to your home country. what does that mean for us? A VISIT!!!!!!! In the closer then planned future!
I am so excited I could… I don’t know!! There is so much to do!! Time to make one of my handy dandy to do lists.
- Time to get my house in tip top shape!! hmm.. looking around the room at yesterdays packing/gutting experience, this could be harder then I thought.
- Looking in the mirror, the house isn’t the only thing that needs to get back in tip top shape. Having your boyfriend leave to country, and not working can send you into a bit of a downward slump… and by that I mean… (looking at empty cookie wrappers on night side table)… I need to get out of this slump. I am open to any and ALL suggestions, these extra few pounds have GOT to go. Anyone got any tips? 🙂 I’m going for the full package make over here. My hair tried to call 911 last night. It had to be stopped.
- Money!! Not working has completely depleted my already fragile savings account. It may be time for a garage sale. Maybe a bake sale? I need a venue. hmm… time to start looking.
- Bernie! My 120 pound adopted child. We are going to have problems. He loves me. He loves Shel. But he does not love US. He’s a very possessive dog, and as far as he is concerned, “Mama” is all his. He’s a pretty smart guy, and knows how to get what he wants. If Shel and I are sitting together on the couch, and Shel puts his arm around me, Bernie goes on full mischief mode. It usually goes something like this. Shel will put his arm around me. Bernie will get up, walk over to us, and start to bark at Shel. Shel will tell him to stop. Bernie will pretend he didn’t hear, and then try to jump up on Shel (still barking). When that doesn’t work, Bernie will trot off and find SOMETHING, ANYthing he shouldn’t have, pick it up and walk over to show Shel. Shel will tell him to drop it. Bernie will lay down and proceed to try and “eat” whatever it is he has grabbed. Shel will get up to get it from him. Bernie will lead him away from the couch, then drop the “thing” and run back to the couch, and jump up in Shel’s spot and start laughing when Shel comes back and finds him there. We defiantly need to work on that before the visit