Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Passport Pen Pals

I have a wise coworker who reminds me to not talk common sense into bureaucracy otherwise I might go insane. Right now, I am about to go crazy.

I learned my lesson. NEVER EVER misplace your passport. Never mind the fact that I have moved more times than I can count, and somewhere in there a box probably ate it like my dryer eats my socks.

I decided to be a proactive citizen, and report my missing passport and apply for my new one before I had even began to start planning any trips out of the country. I filled out all of my paperwork, supplied the needed documents, and hesitantly mailed away my birth certificate.

Those following weeks I felt like Mother Hen, who anxiously paced as she awaited the arrival of her children, except for me it was my birth certificate. Don't judge. I have had that flimsy piece of paper for 24 years now. You get a little over protective of it over time.

Once I received it back in the mail, it was accompanied with a strange letter, stating the obvious, that I had a missing passport. Thank you bureaucracy. This is the reason why I already submitted the missing passport form at the time of my application. What is new? Oh! You sent me a form to get a new passport? Thanks! But I won't be needing it. I am already one step ahead of you and submitted my new form with my picture and everything! I know...I am just that kind of American. Wink, wink.

Another week passed, and I finally received my new passport, which was also accompanied by another letter. Apparently, somewhere in the mix of things, this office didn't receive my report of my missing passport, so I was issued a "limited" passport, meaning it is good for one year. The letter stated that I needed to look for my already lost passport, and if I can't find it, fill out the missing passport form. Starting to sound like a very cyclical story, right? Tell me about it.

SO, today, I call the phone number issued on the letter to find out what is going on, because, well, I am confused as to what I am supposed to next. Do I have to apply for a new one? Do I have fill out another "lost" form? It just all seemed too redundant for me, and a waste of mine and the government's time and money. This, as I would soon learn, would become my downfall. Why on earth would I try to make sense out of this bureaucratic situation???

Once I was connected to a nice young woman, I explained the situation to her, and I asked her my questions. She placed me on hold for a while. She came back and asked me if I sent in a "full-size birth certificate." I repeated the statement back to her, as I was trying to make sure I heard her correctly. "Did you just ask me if I sent in a full-size birth certificate?" She affirmed, and I answered, "I believe so, but I didn't know they came in different sizes..." Does any one have a mini birth certificate? If so, let me know...I'm curious... She also asked me how much I paid for my birth certificate. Again, I don't know what this has to do with anything.

At the end of the questioning she asked me to hold again. I patiently awaited, and upon her return she notified me that I would have to write a letter to the Colorado agency to find out why my passport is limited.

I gaffed, "A LETTER?! Do people still even write letters?" This was a half-serious question. As I wrote down the address to write the passport agency, I explained how I was just baffled by this idea. I asked for a clarification, because surely they would at least have e-mail. "I feel like the pony express will have to come and pick it up," I joked. She didn't find it nearly as funny or ironic as me.

Once I got off the phone, I thought I would just try to outsmart them and see if I could find the phone number to this agency, turns out there is no phone number. I REALLY DO HAVE TO WRITE THEM. Surprisingly, this doesn't actually perturb me, but it does, honestly, baffle me. It just seems nonsensical to pay someone to open and read letters all day and forward them to the right office, instead of hiring a few people to field some phone calls, and take care of the problems right then. Then I have to pause and remind myself that I am dealing with a government office and that there is no point in trying to make sense of it.

So now, as I prepare my letter for my new passport pen pal, I wonder what my receiver will look like. What are their interests? Should I include a picture of myself? Maybe I should send a treat from Seattle too...

Leave it to the US Government to force us to use their dying US Postal Service. Thank you, and I look forward to sending you my handwritten, and loosely decorated letter inquiring about my passport soon!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Can't beat the view!




All the best bachelorette parties end with dance parties on Kite Hill at Gasworks Park. Just sayin'...

Congrats Gina! It's your day!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

serious & gifted

Are you? If you are, contact me, and you might just be featured on the new Web site

I have two fabulous entries thus far, from some fabulous people. I am looking for more though. So if you know of someone that would be great too.

Anyways, besides shamelessly plugging for some more entries, I also wanted to plug the site. Tell your family, your friends and your fellow countrymen. 


There may still be a few bugs, but it's up and running and ready for your love.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

sometimes it's okay to be late...

...but maybe being late for your karaoke song, because you were in the bathroom is not. BUT i did make in time to finish the first verse...LOVE ME! LOVE ME! SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME! 

NOTE: I do not get embarrassed often, but this event is up there...typical.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Pepsi & Red Lipstick

So, I was feeling a little more energetic on my drive home from work today, than usual. I had the music turned up loud as a sang along to songs, and may have danced as well....let's just say if it wasn't raining then my windows would have been down for the drive.

Then, Robert Palmer came on the radio, and automatically all I could think about were my lips. Could I look that good in red lipstick? I may have tried to be as sexy as the women playing the instruments...embarrassing I know. As soon as I realized that the car next me was looking at me funny, I abruptly stopped, and then remembered...PEPSI! My goodness, why do they not have spots like this anymore?



I would most definitely would be drinking Pepsi if they did. In fact, watching this commercial makes me want one right now...

P.S. Did anyone else have a deep love for Crystal Clear Pepsi? I still may have a tender spot for it...

Saturday, May 9, 2009

paint by beat, not by number

That is what the folks in Cloud Cult did at least. 

Oh boy, now that is what I call a marvelous show. This show definitely made it in my top 10 shows. There were bare foot band members, beautiful lyrics to match the carefully orchestrated music, and painting and other visual elements to the show. I knew tonight was going to be wonderful, but I did not realize what kind of wonderful. It was more than I could imagine. I am so happy that I was able to attend, since this is most likely the last tour, since the band wants to concentrate on their families. How cool is that? Another reason why I have the upmost respect for this band. 

Good night, sweet, sweet Seattle. It is so good to be home.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

I have the Swine Flu.

Okay, maybe not really, but my sinuses are killing me. I think my nose has grown twice its size due to inflamed sinuses. I know, too much information. Try being the one with the gigantic nose!

I tried taking NyQuil last night to knock me out, and boy did it ever! I think my lack of taking drugs of any kind in life has caused me to be super sensitive to that stuff, because I woke up feeling more crazy-eyed than ever before! Luckily some Diet Coke balanced the drowsiness, although I did have a UPS man ask, "Are you still alive, baby?" as I was sprawled out on the sidewalk outside of my friend's office waiting for her to come meet me. I just wanted to absorb some rays was all...and I will take being called "baby" from a UPS guy any day. Okay, maybe, not really.

But never fear! Some fresh squeezed OJ and Umcka have been replenished and hopefully I will be better by the time my flight lands in SLC, UT tomorrow at 11 pm. Yes, I am one of those evil ones that will traveling on the plane sick, but its sinuses...and they are not contagious. You just have to listen to me blow my nose.

Also...my April 2008 mix is divine. It goes well with blogging, Facebook stalking (no one is safe! ha!), and staring at my ceiling while I hope that my illness will go away soon. 

Send me love. Love is all I need.

Hugs and kisses,
Erin Leigh