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my day at the dmv

29 Sep

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Brian and I are a little over a month away from celebrating our first wedding anniversary. I cannot believe it’s been a year!? I’m not sure where the time has gone. Considering our 1st anniversary is nearing I thought it was about time I went through the tedious process of changing my last name. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to become Kate Glodney. I’ve unofficially been “Kate Glodney” since the day we got married. I was, instead, overwhelmed by all the paperwork and various government offices I would have to visit to make it official. I mean who elects to go to the DMV, right?

Lucky for lazy people like me, places like Kleinfeld exist and for a fee of fifty dollars they send you a packet in the mail with all the various government paperwork filled out for you. Well, minus sensitive info such as social security numbers. The packet also comes with very detailed step by step instructions on how to do it all. Perfect for people like me.

When I received the package in the mail….I thought…it would be pretty hard for me to F this up!…Glodney here I come!

First up, changing my name with the Social Security office. I didn’t make an appointment and instead went on a whim after a meeting with a client finished early. Let’s just say I’ve had better ideas. The wait time was 3 1/2 hours. To make matters worse my cell phone was dead and I didn’t have a book with me. Lesson learned…planning ahead can be beneficial! I was about to turn around and leave but part of me knew that if I did, there was a very good chance I wasn’t coming back.

So I waited.

Lucky for me the West LA Social Security office brings out some truly interesting people so, I survived the wait time by people watching and making up elaborate stories about their lives. I especially enjoyed the angry Russian woman who stood up every five minutes and announced to the obviously uninterested room that the wait time at this office was INSANE.

After many hours of this, my number was finally called. Once I sat down with an actual person the process was very fast and ten minutes later I was walking out of the Social Security Administration as….Kate Glodney.

WOOT!

The next stop on the name changing tour was The Department Of Motor Vehicles. This time I wised up and made an appointment before going. Equipped with my shiny new Social Security Card, our marriage license & all the finished DMV paperwork (typed rather than written, no less) I confidently walked in and got into the “appointment” line, which was two deep rather than fifty deep like the “no appointment” line. Clearly, I was on my game that day. I even managed to blow my hair out and wear a cute dress (rather than my normal jeans, t-shirt and messy hair in bun look) knowing I would be taking a new license photo that day.

This time I barely had a moment to sit down before my number was called. Winning! I walked up to the window with my handy-dandy name change folder and a big smile spread across my face. Lydia, the rather gruff lady behind the counter, dressed in a bright purple dress and wearing sparkly big earrings, that swung back and forth as she spoke, grabbed my paperwork and began working on entering my information.

To fill the time, I made small talk with the nice gentleman next to me about the heat wave we had been having in Los Angeles, all while listening to Lydia’s long nails clack against the keyboard.

Suddenly, Lydia’s nails came to a halt.

Oh, done already! I thought! Pays to be on top of things!

I turned towards Lydia and watched as her eyes narrowed at the computer screen.

Never a good sign.

I’m sorry ma’am but I can’t put your paper work through at this time.” Lydia announced

And why is that?” I asked

Well, because you have a failure to appear and a warrant out for your arrest in Georgia, ma’am.” Lydia said loudly (and a bit too loudly if you ask me)

I glanced over at the kind gentleman I was speaking to with a moment prior. His gregarious smile had faded and had been replaced with…well, judgement….with maybe a sprinkle of intrigue?

I was about to dramatically yell…”that’s impossible…I’ve never even been to Georgia!!” when suddenly it all came back to me…oh yes…I most certainly have been to Georgia. Three years ago when I was driving across the country with Rachel during my 365 til 30  year and I did in fact get a speeding ticket…in Georgia.

One in which I ignored because well, it was very expensive and I stupidly thought…when am I ever going to be driving in Georgia again???

I guess I never thought about what happens when you don’t pay speeding tickets in other states.

Fail.

I glanced back at the man next to me and then back to Lydia, deciding it was the perfect time to put my big sunglasses back on.

I leaned into the window and causally asked, “Ok, so Lydia, now what???

“Well, you’re going to have to clear this up with Georgia, Ma’am. Lucky for you this ticket only affects you in Georgia. There is nothing I can do for you here. I can’t even tell you how much you owe at this point. But I’m sorry but there is NO way you are changing your last name to Glodney today.”

Damn you, past!

When I got in the car I decided it was best to text Brian at work with the news rather than come clean about it over dinner. I mean who wants to have the “I have a warrant for my arrest in Georgia” conversation with their husband over a roast chicken, you know?

me:

So, I couldn’t change my name with the DMV today because of my failure to appear for a speeding ticket in Georgia. Kinda funny but NOT. 

brian:

Does that mean you have a warrant????

me:

Well yeah, but only in Georgia…I just need to pay the ticket for it all to get cleared. 

brian:

How much is the ticket now???

me: 

I don’t know. I have to call Georgia. Any interest in a road trip to Georgia?? 

brian:

hahahahah. no not anymore. I don’t need you being arrested. 

The text admission went well don’t you think?

Top of my to-do list this week….clear name in Georgia. Le sigh

* this post was clearly not sponsored by Kleinfeld name change *

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Day 16, Part 1: Struggs

24 May

ROAD TRIP

Ugh. Waking up in Savannah after a very fun night out on the town was difficult. I think I will go as far as to say…it was a struggle or “struggs” as we warmly called it. Sadly, we didn’t have time to indulge our headaches and exhaustion because we had to pack up, check out and head to Middleton Place in South Carolina for a scheduled horse-drawn carriage tour! I was certainly spending a lot of time with horses lately.

We packed up our room (which happened to look like a clothing bomb had gone off in it and only added to our “struggs”)

Before

After

Would you want to pack up this room with a hangover? I think not.

By the time we were actually packed up, in the car and ready to go I was ready for bed again. But onward we went! But, not before I wrote on Rachel’s twitter page “struggs” to which she replied “super-struggs” and we both smiled.

A few hours later Rachel received this email from her uncle…I have NEVER enjoyed an email more. I’m dying to meet this guy!!

Hi Rach,

Just checked @katemcclafferty for the latest LA-ladies’-chinese-fire-drill-teaser but found, instead, Kate’s cryptic “72”.  Hmmm…. to 365Til30.  Oh no!  You eighty-sixed D.C. and Delaware?!  I have followed youz guys with Twitter and blogs several times per day for the past week.  I sipped morning coffee while TCB, and all the while kept an eye out for the day’s first Tweet.  Where are they now and what are they doing?    Now I understand why “soap” addicts swoon when a character is written out; I am not ready for “over”.  
Only after I’d browsed the hilarious photos in, and digested the text of, “72” did I (finally!) get the meaning of “72”.  Duh!, Michael.

The following might bring smiles, so I hope you see this email very soon, i.e. early in the “72”.  The “strugg” flares sent aloft by Kate and then you left me clueless, very puzzled.  What?  Is that a place?  A thing?  Google Earth shrugged; Wiki shrugged;  Both Google and Bing seemed pretty sure that I was looking for a band.  A Band?  OK.  Maybe.  But no further tweets that morning and none in the afternoon felt …. wrong.  The puzzle continued to percolate in my brain.  I do like puzzles, but puzzles that seem impervious to my attacks niggle me no end.  And so it was, until I happened to mention the pesky “strugg” to a neighbor.  He grinned and said, “So you’re STRUGGling with strugg?”.  Yeah…… Oh… Now I get it.  Puzzle had fallen but there was no joy here, because I then understood that Kate was struggling and Rach was super-struggling but I didn’t know the root problem.  WTF?!  Nothing to do but stake out Twitter; I pitched a bloody teepee on its doorstep.  Finally: “And all is good again”.  That’s not all I wanted to know but it’s what I most wanted to hear.  I can wait for the rest.

God speed, Rach, Kate and Herb.

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BEST EMAIL EVER

Day 16, Part 2 Middleton Place up next…

Day 15, Part 2: Savannah, Georgia

23 May

ROAD TRIP

After 15 days of staying on a very regimented schedule, we decided to let it all hang out on night 15 (and stay out past 10!), and boy oh boy, did we pay for it dearly, on Day 16…

We arrived in Savannah, Georgia after a fun morning on Cumberland Island (playing with wild horses!). It was late in the afternoon and the city was bathed in a gorgeous warm light. Savannah was everything I thought it would be and more…its quaint, romantic, artistic, eclectic, colorful, mysterious, unique and well, magical. As we drove through the city in search of our hotel, I was in awe of each and every street, building and tree. If you haven’t been to Savannah, one of the prettiest things about the city is that most of the trees are covered in spanish moss- it’s breathtaking and definitely adds to its romantic and mysterious quality.

 After arriving at our hotel, we checked in and headed to the hotel’s complimentary cocktail reception for a glass of wine. How very nice of them, indeed! Then we hightailed it to our room to shower and change for a night out on the town (the writing may have been on the wall at this point).

(photo by One Part Gypsy/ bag by Sud De Sur)

Our plan was to wander the town letting the wind take us wherever it pleased before we headed to Paula Deen’s restaurant, The Lady And Sons, for dinner. A solid plan indeed! After walking the streets for a bit, the wind ended up taking us into a tapas restaurant where we popped in for a glass of vino. We chatted with the bartender about her love of Savannah (in her words it’s a mix between New Orleans and Charleston) and then she asked the dreaded question…where were we eating dinner that night? When we said Paula Deen’s, her jaw dropped (in a very bad way). Honestly, I’m not sure I have ever seen a person more offended in my life.  After she collected herself, she said “You cannot eat at PAULA DEEN”S! It’s horrible! It’s so touristy and not authentic southern cuisine in the least! Let me make a few calls and see what other restaurants I can get you two into for dinner.” And with that, she was gone. When she returned a few minutes later, she informed us that we would be dining at the restaurant Alligator Soul at 8:30pm.

The wind had changed course.

The crazy bartender was right! Dinner at Alligator soul was pretty incredible. We dined like Queens ordering 1st courses, main courses, dessert and more wine (the writing was definitely on the wall at this point). I ate scallops and they were melt in your mouth good, but I am a sucker for a good scallop.

(photo by One Part Gypsy)

As we were finishing up dinner, our waiter said….”you girls should have a drink at The Bohemian Hotel after dinner. They have an amazing rooftop bar overlooking the city.” That was all he needed to say! We were headed to the rooftop bar!

Let’s just say that our night out in Savannah was AMAZING and the morning after was HORRIBLE. Nothing like trying to tackle a day exhausted with a hangover. BLAH.

A day of struggle and gardens up next!!

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17 Jan

ROAD TRIP

My new road trip inspiration photo…minus the guns and the running from the law part.

I have been obsessed with all things road trip lately- The route! The cities! The music! The people! I am dying to get on the open road with no real objective other than to explore. It speaks to my soul- sounds dramatic but it’s true. I sincerely hope this isn’t one of those goals that sounds much better in my head and the reality of it sucks. I highly doubt it though. Adventure is usually always fun. Sadly, my normal partner in crime, Brian, isn’t available to drive across the country with me (Damn those jobs. Although he may fly in for a leg of the journey…we will see) so I had to move on to my next partner in crime, Rachel. She is a perfect person to road trip with considering she is adventurous, fun and also a beautiful photographer.

She came over the other day to brainstorm the road trip routes and dates and we had so much fun! We were getting more and more excited by each stop and idea! After a few hours we had our route and our departure date…

March 29th 2012

Los Angeles -> Phoenix, Arizona

Phoenix, Arizona -> Tucson, Arizona

Tucson, Arizona -> Silver City, New Mexico

Silver City, New Mexico -> White Sands, New Mexico

White Sands, New Mexico -> Santa Fe, New Mexico

Santa Fe, New Mexico -> Abiquio, New Mexico

Abiquio, New Mexico ->Austin, Texas

Austin, Texas -> New Orleans, Louisiana

New Orleans, Louisiana -> Jackson, Mississippi

Jackson, Mississippi -> Montgomery, Alabama

Montgomery, Alabama -> Nashville, Tennessee

Nashville, Tennessee -> Atlanta, Georgia

Atlanta, Georgia -> Savannah, Georgia

Savannah, Georgia -> Charleston, South Carolina

Charleston, South Carolina -> Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina -> Wilmington, North Carolina

Wilmington, North Carolina – > Virginia (cities to be decided)

Virginia – > Delaware to visit my family!

When Brian got home from work, I excitedly showed him our plan and he said…”why these dates?” I said…”I don’t know, why not those dates? We kinda just picked them out of a hat” He said “what about a car and hotels and… and…and?

I said “Details, honey, details. Don’t you know how I work by this point, silly?

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“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

St. Augustine