Rain, Reck, and a Really long drive

OKay Okay, I am well aware that reck is not spelled correctly, however it needed to fit my pattern. So today we had an appointment at the USCIS field office in Columbus. So we all got up and ready, piled in the car with all our junk and paperwork and headed off to Columbus in the pouring down rain. We drove there, waited, and were informed that are 171H was not expiring but expired and that we no longer qualify for the free extension. This pretty much means we need to refile. The USCIS officer did say though that the I600 must be filed BEFORE the 18 month period is over and since we filed it for DNA and received preapproval that we should be fine. I have, per his recommendation, contacted the Dept of State at the US Embassey in Guatemala to find out if he is correct. Hopefully we'll hear something soon. We also hoped to get refingerprinted, but alas their office was closed, for whatever reason so that was a bust. So why did we drive all that way, well because you can't reach the USCIS office by phone, damn pains in my ass!

After driving 2.5 hours to go to this lovely appointment we headed home. We made it about 30 miles outside of Columbus when we saw these lovely signs for an accident ahead. This was after we passed the last available exit to bypass the upcoming mess. By this point in time, Toby had waken up and since we weren't going anywhere we got off at the rest stop to play. While there we found out that the traffic delay was due to a wrecked tanker truck that had spilled diseal fuel all over the road. The interstate was closed and all the traffic was being diverted to a piddly two lane state route. We got back on the interstate (our ONLY choice) and it took TWO hours to go TWO miles!!!!! Seriously, are you kidding me! After waiting two hours and slow merging cars, we made it up to the exit ramp, with the promise of another headache on the state route. Well God must have figured we had suffered enough by now because they opened back up the interstate 2 hours ahead of schedule. We were off and actually going faster that a snail! Throughout this whole mess and after we finally were set free it was pouring (read as torentoral downpours like those in a hurricane or monsoon). So all in all a 2.5 hour trip home turned into 7 (yes 7) hour trip home. I HATE the rain and tanker trucks that drive recklessly in the rain!!! For all the driving we did today I could be on a beach, with family in Missouri, or enjoying myself in some other destination. Instead I am home, exhusted, still clueless as to how the last stages of our adoption will procede, and in a relatively foul mood due to it all. Okay, I'm done ranting. Go to some of my better, happier, lower on the page posts.