The absent minded professor and other recent adventures

When I was growing up the running joke in our family was that my dad was very forgetful.  It was never anything major.  He would forget things that we would tell him, he'd forget to pick Sarah and I up from track practice in middle school, he'd forget where he put something.  Mom called him the absent minded professor.

Over the weekend I had my own absent minded professor moment.  I misplaced our marriage licence.  I assumed that it accidentally got thrown out with the newspaper.  So I sent away for a new one.  It only cost 2 bucks, and we needed it for Mark's US immigration. On Saturday Mark asked me if I had mailed something that the Canadian government decided they needed relating to our taxes.  DING DING DING!! That's where the marriage licence was...in the scanner where I had made a copy of it to send in for that stupid tax thing.  Absent minded daughter.

Since finding that important paper in the scanner, I was now able to complete Mark's immigration and send it in this week.  Unfortunately thanks to the bank this did not happen.  We need to send a bank statement in with the immigration.  Sadly the last statement had my name spelt Mehan.  To make a very long story shorter, I corrected the mistake and asked for a new statement with my name spelt correctly.  This could not be done.  Seriously?? You can't just send me a statement?  I can't even go in to the local branch to get a new one?  No?? Seriously???  I can't get a new statement with my name spelt correctly (your mistake by the way bank of Montreal)? Really you can't do that?? I can't get a new statement until the next months comes in the mail? 

So now because of the bank I have to wait another 3 weeks to send in the immigration.  I was more than irritated.  I was furious!  I got home from my pointless adventure to the bank closed the door and immediately yelled, "I HATE CANADA!"  Knowing in my heart of hearts that something this idiotic would never happen in America.  My second reaction, after seeing all of the immigration documents spread out and ready to go, was complete frustration followed by crying.  The third thing that I did was to call Mark.  Crying on the phone with him he told me I was being irrational.  However irrational he thought I was being, he agreed that the bank was being ridiculous and he would call them himself and set them straight (typical guy).
He also got nowhere with the bank.  So now we wait.

In other news of my life.....these ARE as good as they look

you can find the recipe here Caramel Apple Cookies

This is currently my new favorite song.

Last but not least...I am going to run a 5k before this year is over.  Running more lately.  It's a good thing.