Well, we’re finally in the US! I don’t know why people complain about flying, because I had a great time. I didn’t have to carry anything, didn’t have to feed myself and Mommy and Granny worked tirelessly to keep me amused.
Going through Customs in Atlanta airport was a very different experience than the last time Mommy went through. There’s a much longer walk to get there, and there are signs everywhere pertaining to biometrically scanning foreigners. Had Daddy flown with us, he’d be scanned while the rest of his family would have been forced to go on without him. Thanks a lot George Wanker Bush! 
My Great Aunt Karen picked us up at the airport and took us home, where I met Granny’s cat, Smokey. Oooooh boy, a new gadget to tinker with.
TTFN!
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We can almost breathe a sigh of relief; my passport may be delivered tomorrow.
Mom ordered my passport application online. She typed in our information, and within a couple of days the application was sent to our house.
My application needed a countersignatory, so Mom asked Neighbor Don if he would do it. Neighbor Don has known Mom since 2001, and he has signed paperwork for her before. He filled out his section of the application, but signed his signature out of the box. So the application was instantly invalid.
So Mom ordered another application, and asked Neighbor Don to fill it out again. He didn’t sign out of the box the second time, so my application was ready to go. We posted the application off to the passport people, along with my parents’ passports, marriage license, Daddy’s divorce certificate and myyyyyyy birth certificate.
The application was returned a week later because Neighbor Don didn’t qualify as a “professional” countersignatory. Surprise, surprise, here’s who can be a countersignatory.
Mom panicked and called Nan and Nan said she would take care of it. The next day a lady Nan knows was able to sign the countersignatory part. She stated on the application she has known Daddy for 16 years. Although that’s true, Daddy’s an elderly 33-years-old now, so he just may not remember who this lady even is.
Today we received two letters in the post telling us the passport people came around to try to deliver our paperwork and we weren’t in. They’ll stop by tomorrow for a cuppa and hand over the paperwork then.
We hope so, anyway….
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in London and no, they don’t want to ship me off to Guantanamo Bay. Well, not yet anyway.
On the 8th of March, we’re going to the embassy to register my birth and apply for my first passport. I’m so excited!
The 30th of May I’m leaving on a jet plane to fly across the Atlantic where my hungry American relatives will attempt to smooch me to death. My only hope of survival lies in my Mommy, but she may be waaaaaay too distracted by Granny’s blindingly fast Internet connection and Krispy Kreme donuts. Mom’s such a traitor.
We’ll document the trip to London as best we can.
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This entry is dedicated to Lisa, a crazy Canadian lady who has 5 kids. Lisa placed her smallest girl, Ella, in a stock pot on the stove and took a photo of it. My Mommy thought that photo was so funny, she nearly peed on herself.
Here’s what I have been told about Canada:
All Canadians dress as Eskimos, with the exception of the French speaking ones who dress as bear trappers.
English speaking Canadians talk funny. They say aboot for about and hoose for house, but never call a moose a mouse!
Canadians have their own bar in London. (Mommy has infiltrated it twice. Shhhhhhhh!)
Laid back Canadians start yelling and thrashing about wildly when English people mistake them for being Americans. This is funny and forces the English to make that mistake over and over again.
In Nova Scotia, the typical avocado is more expensive than a gently used Mercedes.
Canadians love baby seals and often take them clubbing….
What have I missed?
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