Target! (but, you know, say it the fancy french way)

So the enchiladas went pretty well. I wouldn't say they were a blockbuster, but they didn't bomb either. After our guests had left, my husband told me he thought the dinner was excellent and he was upset that the others hadn't made that clear. Personally, I hadn't noticed a lack of compliments, but the fact that he was looking out for me was really sweet. The dinner was especially delicious as left overs - the enchiladas fell apart, and eating them with the remaining rice and beans, they just became a bowl of tasty mexican goodness (also known as "dinner shlop")

Onto more important news. On March 5th (that's this coming Sunday!) our little town will get it's first, brand spankin new, Target. Now, by "our town", I actually mean the town over from us - but still, that's only 30 minutes. 30 minutes! I will celebrate this good news by treating the grand opening as if it were the birthday party of a good friend. Hopefully, this will involve a small gathering of like minded, Target obsessed friends, and maybe even some champagne.

The champagne's not too much is it?

Dinner Plans

Tonight I will make Vegan Enchiladas. I don't think it will be that big of a challenge, but I'm still worried they won't be nearly as tasty as the cheesy, cheesy ones I will also be making. I am cooking for a few friends who are not only vegan, but are amazing vegan cooks. They are the kind of people who casually ask you over for dinner, even at the last minute, and then present you with beautifully crafted and spectacular food. Food that seems absolutely effortless for them. Like they just threw together whatever was in their fridge, and it just happened to be a platter of handmade vegan maki rolls and dumplings. Ta-Da! Luckily, I will also be having some non-vegan friends over who can have their choice of cheese or no cheese, thus amplifying the chances that they will think my enchiladas are awesome. Honestly, I think my success lies in the hands of the avocado gods. The ones I have at home are still hard as rocks, so I am hoping to find ripe, yummy avocados at the grocery store. A good bowl of guacamole will save any meal.

I may explode... any minute now.

Okay. I've been handling the overdramatic, drawn out, diplomatic bullshit proceedings involved in my husbands immigration case for almost 3 years now. I've been patient. I've been friendly with the people who answer the phones at USCIS FORMERLY INS, as well as those at the NVC. I've been thorough with my paperwork. Meticulous with my photocopying and keeping of files. Dammit, I've done all I can do. And now, I just feel like I can't F-in take it anymore. The not knowing is killing me. The wondering if we will get some horribly mean immigration officer who will deny our case based on some silly detail, is starting to terrify me. The lack of control is eating away at me. I need so bad for this stage of my life to be over. I just want to live a normal freakin life - relatively bureaucracy free. My hope is that we really are at the end of this. That within a few months we will have our interview and JD will receive his Permanent Resident Card. Just in time for us to frolic in the beautiful spring weather and dance in the Fields. I just don't think that's too much to ask.