Oh my little green onions! Sweet fried green tomatoes! Holy guacamole!
We had our green card interview for Dave this morning and the nice man said yes so fast that time turned backwards and we were babies right there in front of the desk. Boing!
We had a big old box full of evidence: wedding photos and love photos and Finn photos and notebooks full of financial stuff and even pages and pages of this blog printed out with everything that ever related to Dave. Gas bills and bank accounts and house building invoices and tax forms and zoo membership cards. A big fatty fat old box and the most well organizedest binder with fancy plastic insert things and everything. And the only thing he looked at was Finn's birth certificate. Nothin'! He didn't want to see nothin'!
He said, "Where'd you meet?" and we answered, "A yoga retreat" and he said, "Yoga?! Good for you!" It was like that.
We should be getting that sweet little card within a month. And it's the one that lasts for ten years, which we will never have to re-up because Dave will go for citizenship as soon as he can. Then we can bring sweet Larraine out here lickety-split and we will have a total quorum.
Relief at its finest! We were so freaked out and procrastinatey and full of dread for so long for no reason. Now we feel like little happy floating fairy feather dandelion seeds. Poof! Our family will not be rent asunder or transferred across the globe prematurely! Sweet green grapes. Sweet greeny kiwi honeydew moneydew grassy mossy GREEN CARD!
Naturally, Finn chose last night to never sleep all night and instead to punch us and talk and moan and roundhouse kick us til the break of dawn. So, next to happy and relieved we are also superthefuckball tired. Bring on the couch and the pizza and eclairs and the So You Think You Can Dance. Flopping flophouse goodness.
Thanks for the good green wishes, beloved elves of ours! We smooch you with great legality!
We'd also like to give a special Rowley family total prostration to this guy:
Good old glorious go-to elephant-head Ganesha, remover of obstacles! This cat layed it on with a trowel for us. We're flat out on the floor with our faces in the linoleum for you, big G!
P.S. As if the good green card news weren't enough, Pagliacci gave us our pizza order for free tonight! Man, this is a good day. We have got some serious good vibes around here.
P.P.S. I forgot. That free pizza wasn't an anomaly. Pizza's ALWAYS free once you crack your way into the inner circle. Now Dave knows what we Americans have known all along. Welcome to the secret, honey. America: Free Pizza!
12 comments:
Congratulations! That must be such a relief. I lost your blog for a good few months then happily remembered about it and looked you up again. I am a friend of Imtboo's and am in the process of moving to Seattle from the UK to be with my sweetie who lives there, so it's always a relief to read of a happy and easy immigration story - thanks and here's hoping for a good night's sleep for you all tonight :)
YEEEHAW! Green Acres is the place to be!
Yay!!! Happy GreenCard Day!! Congrats to the whole Rowley clan!
Awesome!
Congrats! I remember how stressfull it was when we got my husband a green card. They didn't look at any of our supporting info either. Go figure!
Congrats! On the green card, sure, but free Pags? Dang, that's laying it on thick! Hope you went for something super awesome (Brooklyn Bridge is our fave...) so it was super awesomely special!
I've NEVER gotten a free pizza - well, not one delivered TO me, although I ate my share of pizzas I wasn't able to deliver back in my college pizza delivery/maker days, so maybe that counts.
And yes, ditto on the congrats. IME, it's always the people who walk into these situations looking the MOST organized, who get the least hassle. Good thing you didn't walk into INS with a shoe box stuffed with things falling out; you'd probably still be there trying to explain it all!
yes! green means go!
i mean, stay! but also, go, rowleys! go!
WOOHOO!
oops, grindstone calls, wants to know where my nose is.
But WOOHOO! Congratulations!
You should start looking now for a star spangled Speedo as a citizenship gift.
You could make a tradition out of it!
This is great to see this. Their are few pictures which i like the most. Thanks for the posting.
Manu script focuses on an American woman who makes a marriage of convenience is French, so you can get a green card and go to the United States.
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