Blogger is Bugging Out

I have been keeping a blog for about a year about how the process of applying for an international mission trip has been going. Suddenly, when I try to access both my Gmail account AND my blogger under the same name, all is unrecognized, and I am forced to start over. Have past entries been sucked into a black hole in cyber space? Looks like it. :-P

Okay. SO. Here's the past 10 or so months in a nutshell:

I applied to Time For God. Time For God called me. The phone call went well. Time For God put me in touch with Yeldall Manor. I called Yeldall Manor. The phone call dropped after 20 minutes. I freaked out. Yeldall Manor called me back the next day after I sent them an e-mail apologizing for the dropped phone call. The second go-round went very well. Both Time For God and Yeldall Manor offered me a 12-month volunteer position at Yeldall Manor. I accepted. This blog. Support letters. Passports. Visa Applications. Traveloer's Medical Insurance. Airfare. Telling my family. Excitement. Anxiety. God? GOD! Thank you, God! Oh, God.... More God....

::sigh::

Peace by still....

I'm praying the United States Department of State (or whatever) decideds to have some mercy on me and give me my passport sooner than everyone else's. Maybe Colin Powel...or Hilary Clinton...or Condoleezza Rice will pull some strings. I should send them a bribe...I mean...a thank you note with some chocolates in a basket.

So there is a lot to do, but I feel like there is so little I can do right now. After I get that passport, I'll be able to send the appropriate information to Time For God, and then they'll start helping to hook me up with my UK visa.

My cat is so wonderful. And mean. I think I'll bring her with me to the UK. She can fit in my carry-on. No one will have to know.

So that's about it. I'm going to continue working one some paperwork that I am able to work on, and then get ready to look for some new glasses. Hopefully, I'll find some flashy new spectacles that will WOW the world on my awesomely amazing face. Prince Charming has NOTHING on these dashing good looks...especially after some too-hot-too-trot glasses are on me.