here is the receipt for your husband, and here is my reciept for your reciept

Someone said (possibly Terry Pratchett, although I'm not sure about that) that there's a gateway to hell in the DMV.

Actually no, it wasn't PTerry, it was Pinky and the Brain. But they were right, anyway.

Why can I change to a Washington State license by simply showing proof of residency and my Oregon state license as valid ID, but if I want to change my damned hangtag to a Washington state model (which I have to do because the present one is tied to my Oregon state license) I have to either get the local doctor that I don't have to fill out a form, or somehow get my old doctor to fill out a Washington state form and return it to me? And of course, the damnable hangtag has reciprocal visiting agreements in all fifty states, but somehow this generous reciprocity vanishes when you move.

Of course Canada's no better, or at least they weren't when I lived there - if you didn't have a driver's license it was a bitch finding photo ID, because they wouldn't take the health cards with photos on them because there'd been so much health card fraud- so you had no photo ID at all, even though you did. Apparently there was something called the 'Age of Majority Card'. I never saw one. (This, along with my father's misadventures with Revenue Canada (who make the IRS look like toothless baby kittens by comparison) is one of the reasons why I laugh hysterically when people say that Canada's government is so much better than the one here. They're all bastards, just different flavoured ones.)

That reminds me. I should get a spare copy of my birth certificate while I actually can afford to wait the six months that'll take. (My husband? My son? They can get spare copies in a week. Mine? Six months; some bright soul that hopefully has a special place in hell near the ice machines that rattle all night decided to have all requests for that sort of thing go out of Thunder Bay - for the entire province. It would kill them to have two offices, apparently.)

Seaners needs to get over this Madonna thing he's got going. I'm getting sick of listening to 'Confessions on a Dance Floor' three times a day.

paging kightp

With the 'Charlotte's Easy Lace Shawl' pattern you suggested, what length circular did you use? I've got a 24" size 13 circular that might work for the size of the needles (the pattern suggests using 4 or more needle sizes up from the recommended needle size, and the soy silk normally uses size 8s) but I'm worried the actual circular part might be too small for a shawl.

psst. hey kid.

For sale: one slightly used soul; tends toward agnosticism but is moderately flexible. Available for Radiohead tickets. (Offer must include babysitting, lodging and airfare to concert location.)

blindy kid nirvana

Just met with the dude that works with Children and Family Services for the Washington Department of Services for the Blind (referred to hereafter as Washington DSB).

They have a two day preschool conference for their families every fall. (Their definition of family == 'anyone who is important to the child': doubletake, you want to come along?) They can go into daycares and consult with them, including things like modifying programs and toys. They have a teen summer program where they put the kids in work placements in the community and make them live on their own and learn to prepare food and care for themselves. They have access to communication specialists that specifically work with blind nonverbal children, for God's sake, and they are going to put us in touch with them.

(I am suffering from an overuse of italics.)

*phinnia runs around apartment excitedly, making happy chirpy noises*

In other news: our internet is flaky. Do not expect me on AIM until this is rectified. Dumb thing. *kicks modem*