Category Archives: love

Making Good Progress

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In Immigration News,  we’re seeing some good progress on Ian’s “I want to stay in America with my wife” paperwork.

His card which authorises him to work for an American employer went to production, his paper which allows him to come back into the US if he has to leave temporarily (for holiday or emergency or what-not) is approved and on the way.

The request to remain (green card approval) has skipped over the interview phase and gone straight to California for approval, which is good.

This is what immigration used to look like.

Flowers

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I’m learning a LOT about flowers, as I try to choose some flowers I like for the wedding.  I think we’re going with silk, so I’ve been hanging around silk floral websites looking for odd things like “parrot tulips”.

I can now see a french garden rose and know exactly what it is and differentiate it from all the other roses.   Begonias.   Caladium leaves.   Lisianthius buds.   And my favorite: ranunculus.

I blame Martha Stewart, in a nice, sort of “Thank you for some amazing ideas” sort of way.

:)

Hello, my name is Lisa

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And you are?  :)

Things have been quite busy lately, and maybe a scosh stressful.

Work:  I have been working hard and doing other people’s work and muddling through the afteraffects of redundancies, leavings and other miscellany.   I have my job, but it’s been stressful.   I’ve been letting things get to me.   Sometimes my day seems like a slew of joking around and not taking things seriously, which I could mostly do without.   The key is to keep busy, I think, and work to change my tolerance levels.   :D

Expecting:  The good news is that we are expecting an alien.. and not what you are thinking.   Ian is moving to the US!   We are mid-visa-process, which involves lots of fun paperwork, mostly on Ian’s part now, and lots of fun waiting.    Our petition, which included proof of who we are, a resume citing where we’ve lived and worked for… ages…., proof of our relationship, photographs, and a couple of handy notes saying, essentially, “Yes, darn it.  We do actually want to get married”, involved a couple weeks of work and over 75 pages of documentation.

The fun part was photocopying everything.   Photocopying machines and I do NOT get along.   I called Ian midway, very perturbed after several paperjams and dealing with feeding irregular sizes of paper, ready to just lose my mind.  He said, “Step back from the machine… keep stepping back….  Now.   Take a deep breath.”    :D  (Fecking photo machines)

We’re watching a site called visajourney.com to see where we stand in the process.   So far, most of the February people signed up for the site have been approved and some March approvals have even rolled in.   April (our month) will not be far behind.

Once the petition is approved, then it’s shipped to London, where Ian fills out another batch of paperwork, I send him a few more things, then he makes medical and interview appointments, gets approval, gets his visa in his passport and then flies over.

[Having seen a window of opportunity to tell his boss about his impending plans, the cat is now out of the bag, in that regard.  It went well, really, although I'm guessing it was a tough conversation.  Ian enjoys his job so much.]

We get married.

We apply for an “adjustment of status” (so he can permanently stay), “advanced leave” (so he can leave the country and be let back in) and permission to work.

We have a wedding to plan, social security cards to get, and someone needs to learn to drive on the wrong side of the road while looking in opposite spots for oncoming traffic.

We are hoping for October.   And it just MAY happen by then, by the look of it.

So, there.   That’s how I’ve been spending my summer so far.    I’m not wishing my life away, but I’m hoping for a speedy summer.    Ok, maybe I am.   :D

You Know..

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you’ve found the right person when, even from 4,000 miles away, they can tell you’re upset by the slightest change of your voice and:

1. “Nothing’s wrong!  Gotta go!”, even in a cheerful tone, will not get prompt them to let you go.  

2. Whatever thing you pick to say is bothering you, doesn’t work as an excuse for why you’re upset.  (“No, what is it really?”)   :)

3. They want to hear what is bothering you, even though you precursor it all by saying, “I know I’m being stupid, and that’s why I just don’t want to talk about it.  Can we just not talk about it?” 

4. They skip dinner just to listen to your sad, sad (stupid) story and call you back when Skype disconnects… to talk to you from the middle of the street, just to make sure you’re ok.

5. They do everything they can to make it all better.   :)

(and they say there is not a God.   Wait…  )   (j/k on that one)

My Honey is a Busker

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Not “Husker“.   “Busker“    :)      He’s off with a stack of poetry to the Milton Keynes mall to do a little reading (or a lot of reading) with one or two of his poetic collegues.   I’ll be interested to hear how it goes.   I bet it’ll be fun and very worth seeing, if you happen to be in Milton Keynes, UK over the weekend.

Guess what?    This coming week is my last full week at home before I leave for the UK.    It’s a little nerve-wracking flying all that way, but at least I’ll know what to expect this time.   It’s weird having the sun go down and come back up so quickly.      The border control will be inquisitive, but I always see this as a good thing, as long as they let me through.   :)

We pretty much have an open schedule.   I only know for sure that we’re going to the sea, which I’m really looking forward to, and seeing all of Ian’s family, which is wonderful and spending time with Jane and Fletch, which is always fun.    We just won’t say the “L” word (“Leffe”).

Meanwhile, back in Nebraska, it is March 6 and we are having a full-blown thunder storm.   The retriever is restless.  The schnauzer will be hiding under the bed.

Have a great weekend!