Federal fingerprinting

So I decided, Sunday was my day to blog. I plan on blogging at least every Sunday from here on out, if not more frequently. I've decided to take on the name of "Billy Bloginator". Pretty cool, huh? I came up with that myself on the spot. That's how I roll.

Thursday finally arrived and none too soon. We applied October 30th and went to Anchorage Janurary 14th. Not too bad of a wait I guess. Since it was out of our hands, we had to hurry up and wait for the government to process our application.

Getting into the Department of Homeland Security Office was a little intimidating. The metal detector wasn't bad (I did find out Melissa was holding out with some change in her pocket that she didn't declare to the officer), but then we had to wait in a room as officials passed by. I think they assume we know what we are doing. Obviously they were wrong and we sat there like knots on a log waiting for someone to have the mercy to help out. We were the only one in the waiting area, so it wasn't too hard to figure we were the ones with the appointment. We filled out a form and waited. Another official checked our ID and we waited. Another official took our papers and then we waited. Finally, he took me back, rolled my fingers over a digital scanner for three minutes, then told me I was through. Melissa went in and returned in about the same time frame. So we waited 2 1/2 months for our 6 minutes of scanning. There must be a reason. Seriously, there must be.

Now we wait some more for the return, then we start sending in our stuff. I would go into more detail about the stuff, but Melissa says I don't know as much about the adoption process as her and I don't want to give away that I do, er do not. Whatever. Can she look at a periphereal blood smear and tell you the different cells? Now what!