This morning I got up early to wrap some Christmas presents for Virginia, my mom, and a few friends. Once that was done (and I was very proud of myself) I thought I’d dig out the passports and ready them for our trip on the 26th. Mainly, I just wanted to look at Virginia’s picture- which is totally insane – because she looks more like this
and less like this
Anyway- it was then that I discovered that OOPSIE-EFFING-DOOPS my passport is expired. Aaaaaand I work for a living, aaaaaaand tomorrow is Christmas eve. I took the expired passport with me and knew that once I got to my office, somebody would know who to call. A few people suggested this place in the basement of 30 Rock called ‘It’s Easy.’ I’m sure it is! I’m also sure they wanted $520 to perform their service because that is what they told me. There had to be another way.
My friend and efficiency expert Rosa W. suggested Passport Plus on 49th St so I took a cab over there and the grumpuses that worked there basically told me to take a hike… so I did! All the way down to Tribeca – my mom having scored me the last appointment until 2011 at the main passport office on Hudson. I was late, I was sweaty, and my hands were shaking really bad.
I got upstairs to the 10th floor and was reviewing my own documents when I realized that the itinerary that Mike had sent me was just for my return flight- not for my departing flight – my QUALIFYING EVENT flight – on the 26th, so I called him in a panic to send the details. Obviously not having access to a printer in the waiting room I had to pray that the teller would be cool with today’s technological miracles. So there I was, holding my iPad screen up to the bulletproof glass, afraid to meet his gaze.
“What is that… an iPad?”
“Oh thanks! So … see? There’s the flight”
He had asked what I was most fearful of, as I arrived to his counter with coat and bag flapping and papers and pictures flying all over the place.
“Of ruining my family’s vacation!”
He handed me a receipt and told me the passport would be ready at 3pm. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! ACK!
Virginia has no IDEA how much holiday she is about to experience. We’re going to NEW JERSEY, we’re going to CANADA, we’re going in a SWIMMING POOL for the first time! Oh boy!
The Delta Chelsea
Last night she was having a lot of fun with my sunglasses.
And later she had a lot of fun kicking me in the nose and boobs as she spazzed in her sleep. (No pictures)
(as evidenced by the following YouTube clip)
…I am free to tell you about some of the bulu’s Christmas presents.
I got her a harmonica!
And this book!
And this book!
And some clothes!
$35 at The Conran Shop
Dig these awesome color changing umbrellas! The white clouds turn all rainbow-y when wet!
Mike and I have been on a Shirley Temple kick lately. I am extremely lucky that my husband would much rather cuddle and snack with me on the couch and be crushed under their weight of ST’s devastating cuteness than watch sports – and I pity those Football widows everyday, really I do. But I digress!
It all started with us watching one of *my* childhood faves ‘Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm’ last week.
Awesome songs- and the great tap number above. Plus Shirley has pig tails throughout a large portion of the movie and people are frequently falling into mantraps or getting wacked on the butt with loose floorboards.
Next up was ‘Stowaway’ which featured an hilarious portrayal of China in the late 30s, and the ever-motherless Temple hitching a ride with a handsome and exceedingly-rich and child-friendly bachelor aborad a luxury cruise ship where there happen to be a bunch of amazing clothes in her size. She gets adopted by aforesaid bachelor once he meets and marries a blonde beauty also on board the ship. Hooray!
Then we watched ‘Just Around the Corner’ where motherless Shirley wears an Aunt Jemima-style hankerchief and cooks for her daddy who has fallen on hard times. Ever the optimist she claims to have never liked their penthouse apartment and that their current digs in the boiler room of their luxury building are just great. Since this one was kinda short on songs, I pretty much tuned out for a lot of it- I think her dad gets the greenlight to develop some real estate project across town thanks to the meltable curmudgeon who lives in her former pad. Hooray!
Last night we watched ‘Susanah of the Mounties’ – which Mike chose- for obvious reasons. It was soooper politically incorrect with regards to the “red man” and in one scene Shirley gets totally stoned while smoking “the pipe of peace” with a misogynist tweenage “Chief.” Then she tells a bunch of Indians to eff off and eventually rescues her Mounty crush / father figure from being burned alive. Wild!
Oh what will be next??? Netflix sadly does not have 1936’s ‘Poor Little Rich Girl’ and it’s a dang shame!
In non-Shirley Temple-related video news, the nuggie has *also* been finding her way onto the screen. Behold!