I've only driven a car in 2 states: Kansas and Oklahoma. In Oklahoma when you need to get your tag or license renewed or get a new plate for your car you go to the Tag Agency/DMV and deal with the lovely employees who feel obligated by some secret oath to belittle you and make you feel like you're an idiot for just being there. In Kansas it's basically the same story if you need to get your license- new or transferring in from another state. You head to the DMV (in our case it's at our amazing mall) and you'll be sure to not have the appropriate documents, be mocked, and the process will take up to three separate visits. Just ask Daniel to tell you about his experience when we moved here.
If you need to do something with your car tag you're out of luck at the DMV. You get to go to the place where you're almost certain to come face to face with criminals and if you don't you'll sort of feel like one or get the feeling you're about to be involved in a hostage situation: The County Courthouse. The good news is that the employees are slightly better here and only give you strange looks while you're talking and keep their snide remarks to themselves. So kudos to the courthouse tag employees!
We recently traded in our car which gave me great joy and now have the task of transferring the old tag to the new car. But apparently since I wasn't on the title of the old car I have to jump through a few hoops to get the new one tagged since it's in both mine and Daniel's name. So me and the kids trekked on down to the courthouse to get a piece of paper for Daniel to sign so I can go back tomorrow and pay some more money to the county to tag our new car. I have the pleasure of living in a state that charges you to tag the car different prices depending on the make, model, and year of the car you're tagging. I also have the pleasure of living in the county that charges the highest price to tag your car- Yeah! So I can't wait to see the difference in a 1999 car and a 2007 one. Oh how I miss Oklahoma sometimes! OK all the time.
The whole process was fairly quick but ever since we moved here I always feel a bit on edge when I have to go to the courthouse. When we first moved I was on my way out with Kate after tagging one of our cars and she had wondered off a little from me and I looked over to find her standing next to I kid you not three convicts who were chained together at the ankles and wrists who had just gotten off the elevator and were wearing I kid you not again, black and white old-timey striped jumpsuits. I felt like I had stepped back in time. Maybe this is the normal attire for prisoners in other states as well?
In other news, this evening we had an exciting event and gave Aidan his first bottle that I pumped for him. Amazingly he took it with no problems. Kate never got the hang of it and would scream if you tried to give her a bottle. It made it very hard in the early days to go anywhere for too long without her. So even though it will likely just be a every once in a while thing I'm happy to know he's not so picky. Well we're off to Oklahoma tomorrow but not before I get to head to my Pulminologist appointment ( yes I have one and judging from the other patients I see there am about 50 years younger then most )and back to the Courthouse. I'm sure one if not both will give me something to rant about.
Who says you have to have boobs to feed me?
I have been instructed however not to get any ideas about this "bottle feeding thing" in the middle of the night. Someone enjoys his beauty sleep.
Caught a little smile in his sleep
He prefers smirks while awake
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