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May 29, 2007

ASPA update

I've had a bunch of very generous donations, and sales at my store have been good.  I've raised $285 towards my immigration stuff.  I've decided that my goal is $1500.  That's less than the final cost of the whole thing, but I can afford to pay a chunk of it myself.

A few days ago I found out that a close friend of my family (a man I've known since I was about 7 years old) has cancer again.  5 years ago he had colon cancer and was hoping for a clean and clear "5 years cancer free" celebration this year.  Instead, they have found masses in his lungs.  He doesn't smoke and neither does anyone in his family, so it is likely secondary to his original colon cancer.  Because of this, I've decided that if I get more money than I need for my goal, any extra will go to this friend and his family, and if they refuse, it'll go to a cancer research charity on his behalf.

Alana 

May 26, 2007

Becks and Posh

Since one of my internet friends, Sam, gave me a very generous ASPA donation, I'm going to give her blog a review and a link even though she didn't ask for it. 

Her blog is called Becks and Posh (cockney rhyming slang for "nosh", meaning food).  It has little to nothing to do with the Beckhams.  This fine example of a blog can be found at http://becksposhnosh.blogspot.com/

She is English, but living in San Francisco, so she is seeing the whole immigration thing from the other direction.  She's kind of like the opposite of my food site.  Except that frankly, hers is much better than mine.  She's a great writer with a beautifully designed blog.   Where I stumble and struggle to say anything that makes sense, she composes flowing prose.  I'm a little jealous, quite honestly.

Alana 

May 25, 2007

A.S.P.A

Alana's

SET(M)

Panic

Attack

Before the 14th of October, 2007 I have to obtain "Indefinite Leave to Remain" in order to stay in this country.  Now, I'm not all that attached to the UK as a country.  But I am pretty seriously attached to my husband, and the house that we have together happens to be in the UK.  And he happens to be a UK citizen, so it would be more immigration paperwork and cost if we moved anywhere else.  So one way or another I have to dig through annoying red tape, and I already have a job and a house here.

At the beginning of the year I checked the Home Office web site to see what I need to get my Indefinite Leave to Remain.  I need to file form SET(M) and I prefer to go for an interview in Glasgow so that I'll know right away whether I need to quickly pack my bags.  When I checked back in January that was going to cost me £500 (US$993), but there was a notice that certain policies and things would change after April 1st, so I'd need to check back.  So I did.

First of all, I need to pass a test.  Probably not a problem.  I'm good at remembering random information.  With a little studying I should do fine.  But the one change that made me gasp and nearly say something entirely obscene in my office was the price change.  The form and interview are now going to cost me £950 (US$1888).  That's a buttload of money.  That's approximately the cost of my wedding.  That's how much I spent on airfare and shipping to move here in the first place.  But when I paid for those things, I was living with my parents in a country with a much lower cost of living, so I had spare money.  I do not have spare money now.

So I'm seriously hyperventilating.  How am I going to pay for this, and keep paying all my other bills?  Then I thought, "Maybe the internet people can help."

I think you can help.  Here are a few ideas:

1. If you've ever wanted to buy anything from my online shop, but kept putting it off, now would be a great time.  New products are being added and the direct printed t-shirts at cafepress are quite nice.  And the cookbook is still for sale!

2. Keep an eye on my blog for things I am selling on eBay.  I'm planning to crochet things to sell to raise money.  

3. Buy advertising space on my site.  If you have a web site you would like me to promote, I will link to it and do a whole blog post about it for a mere £5 (US$10).  I get well over 1000 hits a day, so it could maybe be worth your money.  (I'm going to have to insist on no porn sites and no pyramid schemes or anything that's a scam.  If you're not sure, email me the site first before you send me any money.)

4. Donate money directly to me.  You won't get any toys or t-shirts, but it is fast and easy and any little amount is still helpful.  Just use any of the donate buttons on any page of this web site.

If you don't have any money:

5. Tell your friends about how much I need money.  Maybe one of your friends is desperate for a t-shirt or a crocheted thing.  If you have a blog, maybe you could mention me, with a link to this page.  

6. Sell your stuff on eBay and give me some of the money.  Like a charity sale, maybe.

The form filing is costing £950, the test costs £35, the study guide for the test costs £10 and train tickets to Glasgow for the interview will be around £20.  That's a total of $1055 (US$2095).  That's over twice what we expected to have to pay for all this immigration junk.  Why are there so many illegal immigrants?  Because being legal is gut-goringly horrifically expensive.  (It would probably be far cheaper to buy a fake British passport, but I can't really do that cause of how it's illegal.)

I'll keep you posted on how the fundraising is going.  If I happen to raise more than I need, I will donate the extra to a charity to be determined later.

Alana 

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May 11, 2007

More weird dreams...

I'm still having weird dreams, thanks to being on Prozac. I'm not sure if I'll ever beat the weirdness level of the Jon Stewart orangutan dream, but the one I had last night came fairly close.

My husband and I were spending Christmas in Seattle, and we were having Christmas dinner with Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love (apparently thanks to some time travel back to the early 90's). Courtney was drunk and high and generally staggering around the room (no surprise). Kurt was pretty much just sitting in a corner, as heroin addicts tend to do. Meanwhile, I was playing video games and one of my friends (a musician and music producer from Seattle who will remain nameless) kept passing around cans of what were apparently Mexican chicken genitals in tomato sauce. My husband ate one, after I told him not to, and when he found out what he just ate, he threw up. I woke up shortly after that.

I'm not sure what that all would mean. My friend never consumed or distributed poultry genitals in real life, that I know of. It was all very odd. But I'm considering this dream to be less odd than the other one, simply because it was filled with people who I know well from my days in Seattle.  I'm a Nirvana fan, so dreaming about Kurt Cobain isn't unusual, especially considering that I'm coding a lot of heroin addicts and drug overdoses and suicide attempts at work lately. So this dream had a lot of familiar parts thrown together in weird ways. There's still no explanation for Jon Stewart, Carol Channing and orangutans.

Alana

May 10, 2007

Nothin' much

A while ago, I opened up the comments for this blog, but I have to approve them before they get posted here.  So you don't have to read all the irritating spam comments that I get.  Believe me, they're not even interesting spam.  But I just wanted you all to know that if it takes a while to get your actual comment up here, it's because I'm sifting through spam.

My sister-in-law has started a new blog about her impending twins.  There is a link in my link list over to the right and down a bit.  For those who don't feel like scrolling, you can click here.  They aren't even born yet, and already there are fuzzy images of their genitals on the internet.  They are practically celebrities!

My husband has been working non-stop for the last 12 days.  Long hours with no time off has left him a bit loopy.  This is going to be the first weekend he doesn't have to work for about 3 weeks, and it just happens that it's the weekend we promised to babysit his neice.  Grr.  We can't back out because we promised, and his sister doesn't ask very often.  But she likes cartoons and so do I, so we can just pop on some Veggietales and let her go.

I've got to get to work.  Trying not to miss the bus like I did yesterday.

Alana