||[Dec. 2nd, 2006|02:14 pm]
Once again, these are the people supposedly protecting us from foreign terrorsts setting up training camps and carrying out operations on American soil. This is only the very latest in a seemingly endless string of unbelievably incompetent mistakes made by the INS/BCIS (now part of Homeland Security, yay!) on members of my family _alone_. I could go through some examples, but I don't know if people would believe me. So, yesterday, in honor of the one-year-anniversary of my son's Gotcha Day (well, mom-gotcha, anyway), we received his Resident Alien ("green," though mine was pink and this one's white) card. Along with this came the 3rd (THIRD) copy of the same exact letter we got about a week ago (two copies on the same day), instructing Bubla to wait because he will hear from the government within 30 days about receiving his Green card. I will skip the sad, sad tale about our completely pointless trip to the BCIS office (where you have to stand in line even if you have an appointment) on Thursday, I'll just point out two facts the U.S. government might like to know.|
1. Bubla is a United States citizen. He has a passport, luckily still in my possesssion. (I am firmly hoping to get him a U.S. birth certificate, thanks to a wonderful employee of City Hall named Brenda, so that I can brandish it in the face of any and all arrogant BCIS employees who insist I have to pay $200 (+?) for a Citizenship certificate. The only fee that makes more sense than making me pay for their mistake in not giving it to him automatically is the additional thousands of dollars they require us to pay before they'll let our second child into the country, even though we finished a homestudy a year ago and haven't become child molesters since then. (A guy standing behind us in line on Thursday, completely unaware of us, was looking at some bulletin board info - I assume it was the fees - and remarked, "Wow, they really don't like orphans.")
2. Czechoslovakia was last an existing country in 1992. Now can everyone count with me - how many years ago was that? Now how many years old is this little boy, hold up your fingers! That's right, two. Good job, immigration officers! So do you think he could have been born in a country that hasn't existed for fourteen years? Put your thinking caps on! Now, you might be aware that one of the 9/11 terrorists had some dealings in Prague shortly before that incident...I just thought that in general, you might want to know which _existing_ country has that city as its capital.
Now that I have out of the way, on to much more pleasant narration. Today is the one-year anniversary of my bringing Bubla home to the Prague apartment, after we spent over 24 hours together at the orphanage (if I remember correctly, he tried to eat the phone during my efforts to introduce him to his faraway daddy). Since Wednesday, which was one year after THE CALL, I have been happily reliving all the emotions of the original events, maybe even more sappily, since I'm not overwhelmed by practicalities this time around.