February 20, 2009

I Pledge Allegiance and Land of Hope and Glory

After joining Good Reads I've honestly been having a grand time listing the books I've read and reviewing them. I have seen others reading books I want to read and had a recommendation from Genie. In short, I'm loving the website.

I haven't forgotten about the virtual book club, either, and will have a few options for reading in a week or two. But first, I have been directed to something I have to read, and not in that "Oh my God, if I don't read that then I might just die!" kind of way. I mean must read in the "I cannot fail this test kind of way." Also it falls into the "Christ this is boring" and the "I'd rather be visiting the dentist" categories.

I'm reading this book.

And I'm reading it because I take my Life in the UK Citizenship test on the 3rd of March.

As of March 6th, I will have been in the UK for 5 years. This is the qualifying residency period to go to the next step - Indefinite Leave to Remain or UK citizenship. When I entered the UK I did so under an HSMP visa, a visa scheme that has now been phased out. My visa is good until 2011 but I am aware of a movement to start purging these fair shores of the dreaded foreigners who are taking British jobs.

Additionally, the government is making noises to change the way people can enter and stay. Later this year people who seek citizenship will be facing probationary periods and "good character" requirements that include X hours of volunteering for the community. Volunteering is such a practical option for someone like me, who works full time, has a house that needs attention and then there's the small matter of the two toddlers I'm raising.

I now qualify for indefinite leave to remain, a little matter which will cost me £750 and passing the Life in the UK test. Alternatively, I could pay £655, pass the Life in tke UK test, and become a citizen. Bargain.

The truth is, it's important to me to try for citizenship for two reasons:

1) I have a real concern that they're going to start clamping down hard on foreigners coming and staying. They're overhauling a lot of the current rules and schemes and making it that much harder to get in.
2) It's important to me to have the same passports as my children, who are also dual citizens. If I get UK citizenship then I am also a member of the EU. Should things get really bad here then as a family we can move and work anywhere in the EU. This kind of flexibility is important to someone as paranoid as I am.

I will keep my US citizenship, by the way. They allow dual citizenship here and I would never revoke my US citizenship. But it's strange - I feel as though if I can get UK citizenship then the future has a lot more in the way of options.

My application (and £655, which is not something I can really afford right now) and whole swath of supporting documentation and paperwork head into the government on the 6th of March.

I take the test the 3rd of March. I'm both worried and not worried - I want to pass, but seriously one of the lines in the official study guide was "In the UK, homes are serviced by running water in the kitchen and bathrooms."

Oh Jesus. That's what that shiny silver thing in the sink is then. As though people who have been living here for 5 years now hadn't worked that one out yet.

Here's to hoping it's all smooth sailing, unlike the last time I had to apply for a visa.

-H.

PS-thanks to everyone who pushed me over the 25,000 mark yesterday. The 24,999th comment was made by the wonderful Vicki, and the 25,000th comment was nailed by March 31st birthday girl Mitzi. Love to both of you, masses of respect, and I'll think of some kind of reward, Mitzi.

Update - fuck. An extremely helpful email from T (hi T!) enlightened me a bit. As I'm here under an HSMP visa - which means I have to work, have no access to services, and contribute a large portion of my salary to taxes - I have to get indefinite leave to remain first. And I have to have it for 12 months before I'm allowed to apply for citizenship. I have to pay both the £750 and the £655, and I have to wait another year. Three years ago they moved the requirement for residency from four years to five. Now it's five to six. I'm just chasing moving goalposts.

Fuck.

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February 19, 2009

A Tragic Diagnosis

We've run into a problem. We have a diagnosis, a horrible one, that we are trying to undertand, face, and stare down as a family. It first started the other day, we first witnessed it in Nora. We thought it was nothing.

We were wrong.

There she was, a dark red color in her face. Head thrashing, limbs stiff, back straight as a board. Immobile, her whole body jerking exhaustingly. We couldn't believe it - our sweet-faced little girl. Her body was out of control, her features unrecognizable.

We consulted experts. We sought advice. We read up.

There's nothing to do. She's a sufferer. We're sufferers.

We watch our little girl lay flat on the ground, twitching and bright red. The sounds coming from her mouth gutteral and vicious. She becomes somone else, trransformed into something almost feral. We clear the area around her so that she can't hurt herself and wait for it to subside.

We take one look at her, her confiscated toy that she has stolen from her brother dangling helplessly in our hands. She thrashes, she jerks, she screams. We walk away to show we cannot and will not help her.

Nora has discovered temper tantrums.

*sigh*

-H.

PS-I should potentially hit my 25,000th comment today. That seems like a big number to me. That's a big number, right? So, if you make the 25,000th comment then I'll...um....I'll respect you in the morning. And I'll tell everyone you made the comment and that you're my new best friend. And you'll be rewarded in some way. I've not worked out what that way is yet but there'll be something.

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February 12, 2009

Fly Me To the Moon

The cavalry arrived last night with far too much luggage and big smiles for the babies. I told the nursery that my family may or may not be dropping off the babies at nursery, and got the necessary permissions for it.

"What do your family look like?" I was asked, as they got the authorization for someone other than Angus or I to pick them up.

I thought of my blond-haired blue-eyed babies and then of my Japanese father and stepmom. "Imagine two people who couldn't possibly look any less like the babies if they tried. It's those two."

My folks brought peanut butter, a dozen bagels, and for reasons best known to themselves, a massive tub of salad.

"Oh good," Angus said holding up the giant thing of salad. "You can't get lettuce leaves over here."

"I didn't think you could," my dad replied. We don't serve him much salad as he will only eat the lettuce, we eat it often when he's not around. But somehow he thinks salads are rarities and so decides to fly with his own. Whatever floats his boat.

I'm currently sat next to my dad on the couch, trying to help him organize his iTunes. He's absolutely useless at anything to do with the computer and every time he comes here Angus has to help him fix something that has gone wrong with the computer. Or so my dad says, but usually the problem is located between the keyboard and the chair. Every time I roll my eyes and ask him what the hell he's done now, he looks at me.

"I fly jets," he replies.

"Jets are just giant computers," I counter. Then: "You know what, scratch that. I'd rather not know about the computer competence involved in the current selection of airline pilots." Particularly as I'm getting on an airplane tomorrow.

My dad manages to dress himself and fly airplanes, I suppose I can cut him a little slack on how he manages his laptop.

Until then, I'm hanging with my people. I've supplied a Valentine's Day card for him to give my stepmom, and will be getting him a gift to give her as well. His grovelling has made my support worth it. My dad may be a bit useless, but this morning when we dropped the babies off at nursery Nora - who is absolutely a Mummy's Girl - turned around and reached up for my dad to pick her up.

My dad melted and did so.

Something's going right, anyway.

I'm off to Cyprus. See you on Tuesday.

-H.

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February 10, 2009

And You Think the Mother of Those Octuplets Has Issues...

...which, I'm sorry, but she does. I can't understand why there is no social responsibility for the fact that she already has 6 children (all under the age of 7)and just had octuplets. And she doesn't work. And she lives at home. And she only wanted them because she has Only Child Syndrome and didn't want a small family and simply loves babies. I'll tell you, I love babies too. Seriously. But at some point you are not there for one of your children if you have more than one of the same age, and I can say that because I have twins. There are times when one doesn't get as much attention as the other. What are you going to do with 14 children now? Hmmmm?

Rant aside, there are child issues afoot over here, too.

Over Christmas we saw real changes with Melissa and Jeff. Melissa has well and truly become a teenager now, she's stroppy, easygoing, moody, fun, and annoying. On Christmas Day she went into a right tiff, decided to lay on the kitchen counter and be a little shit, and write on her Facebook page that she was sooooooooo depressed. Which of course her mother picked up on like Batman recognizing the Bat Symbol, as the Swunt is a contact on Melissa's page.

Melissa never did tell us what was bothering her, but then maybe she doesn't even know herself. I think maybe she was just having One Of Those Teen Days. I sure had them, I know others did, too.

She recently annoyed me when we told them that we weren't going away on a family holiday the end of February, like we usually do. The kids have off next week and the week after, and we often take family holidays. But this year Angus and I have work deadlines and, more than that, we're worried about money. We have a travel savings account with some money in it, but we're of the opinion that money saved is best kept that way just now. We work in an unstable industry, both of us, and we worry. We told the kids that we would all go away in June, and got a response from Melissa that was along the lines of "I'm not coming if you wait until June. I want to go now."

Angus shrugged. "Looks like we'll be travelling without her then, eh?"

I have a problem with Melissa though, in that she doesn't contribute to the housework at all. If she has breakfast her bowl sits by the couch, where she's parked watching MTV (after rising at noon) until you move it. She will clean things up but only if you ask her. I told the kids last time to be diligent about getting dirty clothes into the hamper. The day they were due to leave I am told she wants to wash everything as "she wants it to smell like our house". Nice sentiment, but guess who did the washing?

Angus and I talked about it and he's going to speak to her about things. This is her other house, not her holiday house. She does not get a break from chores because she's here, this is a household and she has to contribute to the running of it. I think she'll do it and I really truly love the kid, but she isn't the easiest thing in the world since teendom has hit.

And then there's Jeff.

Jeff.

Jeff, who at Christmas, was the recipient of an financial arrangement from me. I went to him with a deal. He's saving up his money for an XBox, and I told him that if he would babysit the babies for me whenever I asked throughout the duration of his stay, then I'd give him £20.

He looked at me, confused. "You'll pay me £20 for playing with the babies when you need to do something?"

"Yeah, is that ok?" I ask him.

"Well, sure. But Helen, you don't need to pay me. I'll watch them for free."

That went straight to my heart, where it still lingers and I pull it out on the days when I know the sun isn't coming out.

Jeff followed through on my request and everytime I asked him to babysit he did without hesitation. He also helped me clean the entire house and tidy the garage one day so I gave him £40 in the end instead of the offered £20. I felt he earned it.

Melissa and Jeff have moved out to the country now. The Swunt's moved them. They seem happier there, and Jeff likes his school a lot. But he's really struggling with things.

They've lost their satellite so Jeff's access to English TV is gone. With that gone, he has little interest in the TV. He loves the computer but he gets a lot of shit from the Swunt about it, so he's taken to reading library books. He's actually very clever and inquisitive, and when he's here I have a great time with him.

We found out that the Swunt got a massive tax refund. We're talking...massive. So massive that they left most of their furniture behind in the old house and have bought all new, including new electronics. Jeff did a lot of research on what TV the family should get, checking things online and statistics on performance, but when he went to give input he was told "What could an 11-year old know about it?" Nice. Children always do well when you body chop them at the knees.

He's told me that the Swunt is buying another horse. I asked why, and the reason is so crazy it's almost surreal - when you ride one of the horses the one left behind in the stable gets lonely. So if they buy another horse then no horse in the stable needs to be left alone.

Sweet Jesus who knew the Girl Scouts handed out Crazy Badges?

See, that's what the problem is with me, people. I put my children above my equestrian needs. I should be all about ensuring my pets are happy. Screw childhood, let's all band together and scar a whole generation! Who's with me?

The Swunt and Jeff had another run-in last week. We've asked the Swunt if Jeff could come live with us and had the door kicked in our email faces. We're proposing he spend the summer here with us, to see if maybe he can have some time here. I'm very sure that will get rejected, too.

Jeff arrives next Wednesday. Melissa arrives the Monday after that. I can't wait to see both of them because I miss them when they're away.

-H.

PS - I signed up for Goodreads, as it was recommended by Pru. Come look me up and join me - I'm listed there as Helen Adelaide or helen@everydaystranger.eu (my IRL friends can suck it!). We can all use recommendations for good things to read, and you can gawk at some of the things I'm reading. I'm thinking of starting a virtual book club again. I was part of the fabulous Mel's, but am thinking of reviewing different kinds of books. Book clubs challenge me to read books I ordinarily wouldn't, and I love getting people's take on things. Anyone interested?

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February 09, 2009

Priorities

It's about priorities.

Having them, knowing them, and not taking advantage of them.

Priorities.

For so long we've prioritized everything in our lives - the children, above all. Nick and Nora, but certainly Melissa and Jeff, who are a post in and of themselves this week. The house. Jobs. Money. Everything but us. And we started to suffer. Then we started to really suffer. Then we began to nearly fall apart.

Angus and I are prioritizing us now. We realize what nearly happened. I realized what nearly happened. And we are taking time for just us.

My dad and stepmom arrive on Wednesday. They're here to babysit. They're here to adore their grandbabies and be with them for almost a week.

Angus and I leave on Friday for four days in Cyprus. We are blowing air miles and going away and we even got an upgrade on the way. There will be sun and sea and sex.

We are staying in a fantastic-looking hotel. It's being paid for using one of those pre-paid credit cards my folks gave us last year as a joint birthday present.

We're going away, just the two of us, for the first time in almost 2 years. I am beside myself with excitment. I cannot wait to actually be away and to actually try to sleep. We need a break so badly it is almost unfathomable.

That I'm going away with my most favorite person in the world is the icing on the proverbial cake.

Priorities.

I have them, and sometimes I need to be reminded of them.

-H.

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February 04, 2009

I Need to Be Cut Off

I'm really a product of TV. TV is living. TV is the air, the wind, and the fire. To hell with that love stuff, that's just like the caramel on top of the already spectacular hot fudge sundae you've got brewing. I'm like Frank Cross was - my childhood was TV, and my adulthood loves it just as much as the young me (albeit with far less viewing time than I used to have).

I use TV a lot in my daily life. I quote things constantly. When I need to take the trash out and am getting a new bin liner, I sing "I want some trash bags!" which is a little ditty I hear on The A-Team when I was about 11. When organizing meetings I still sign things off with "Your Cruise Director Julie". While travelling I used to say, as we headed to the airport to go home, "Each time Sam hoped that the next leap would be the leap home." Because nothing screams "loser" quite like quoting Quantum Leap. I walk around saying "All right?" like Ness from Gavin and Stacy. And I still enjoy waving my arm around and saying "Welcome to Fantasy Island!" in an accent that would make Count Chocula drool cocoa-colored drool with envy.

It doesn't mean people always get me. When I would hold one of the babies above my head and shout "Kunta kinte!" no one got what I was throwing at them. Likewise, when one of the kids is screaming their heads off, I arch an eyebrow and say "That doesn't look like happy to see me." (which is actually from a horrible film with Gwenyth Paltrow and Michael Douglas, but I saw it on TV so it counts.) My new favorite is to preface a discussion with: "The facts were these" in a voice as like the Pushing Daisies one as I can get.

Often it causes Angus a lot of grief.

The other day he came home from the gym in the evening to be met with me standing in the doorway.

"If you dump me, promise you won't get a lifelike doll to screw around with instead of a person."

"The thought hadn't crossed my mind."

"Good. Because it's happening on C.S.I. New York right now and I would be really fucked off if you went off with a living doll."

"Got it."

And of course it causes relationship discussions.

"Many years from now, when I'm old and grey, will you change my catheter?" I ask him in the kitchen. He buries his head in his hands in an "Oh God, what has she been watching on TV now?" motion.

"What?"

"I'm watching Brothers and Sisters and they brought it up. Years from now will you change my catheter?"

"Isn't that something for the professionals?"

"I don't think so."

"Oh right. That's a colostomy bag," he amends.

"Right. Yeah. So about the catheter?"

"Of course I will."

"Oh thank you. You do love me."

"I'm not going to love the job or anything, but I will do it."

And since I'm not asking him to jump for joy, I'll take it.

-H.

PS - Monday night I took an ambien and slept 7 hours. Last night, I slept 1 hour. I'm going back to the doctor. I can't take much more of this.

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February 02, 2009

Insomnia Watch 2009

God.

I'm so fucking tired it may be possible to keel over dead.

The insomnia is rough. Really rough. On Thursday night I had a grand total of one hour of sleep. One. Uno. En. You know what I mean. Saturday night I was up at 3 am. This morning? 5 am. I simply cannot sleep.

My nice doctor tells me that it's depression, and that if it continues he'll add another tablet to my anti-depressants, a little cocktail if you will. I feel that's a pretty slippery slope to ride on, I don't know if this is a good idea.

At the same time, I need some fucking sleep. I've tried it all - exercise. Melatonin. Despise milk warmed or otherwise, so gave that one a miss. Lavender oils, open windows, closed windows, have taken over-the-counter tablets and gotten trollied for the sake of some sleep, even if it means a hangover. And still. I'm stilll sleepless.

Advice for sleep welcome. Implored, even. Hell, I'll give you begged for.

-H.

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