close calls

whew~

well,

mom got her visa back, her passport, visa approved and stamped in her passport. Me? nothing.

Mom got hers back, i got nothing. Very Worrisome. Tried not to sweat bullets. Tried.

We sent our applications off to vancouver, together, in the same envelope, and she got hers sent back, but no sign of mine. VErrrrry worrisome. So i called on friday. They looked me up, by name, by birthdate, by passport number. "No record ma'am". YIKES!! they have no record of me. so they HAVE my passport. I know they have received my application, because they received, approved and sent back my moms. So, what to do?

He told me to call back tomorrow.

Well today, they called me: "There is a problem with your application...". oh god. what is it. Is it something i can fix? Something I can do something about? Or is it something i can do nothing about. Is my mom going to India alone?

"You haven't filled out question nine completely: what are the details of your employment?" That is question nine. So. This lovely woman just asked that i fax them a letter stating that i give them permission to fill in the needed information and for me to provide the name of my employer. So i did. I did it all. and with great relief that it wasn't something more serious.

phew!

so that's it.

crisis over.

man, make me sweat or what.

dad and i winterized my car today, changed the oil. i love my dad. he supervised me while i crawled under my car and undid the bolt plug thingy.... unscrewed the filter..... tried to keep the black oil off me.... did pretty good. i did it... dad stood outside and smoked. fun. we had a lot of laughs.

we cleaned my battery posts, changed the oil, i topped up the power steering fluid and the coolant for winter. we also "macgivered" a metal panel that was loose. he figures it was part of the exhaust system. the bolts were rusted out and the piece was loose and rattling. we found some new, bigger washers and fixed it up. my dad is the bomb! so much fun.

thanks dad! i love my dad.