First.

I was first in the line at the immigration center, this morning. I felt very organised and proud of myself. I then had a nightmare moment when I realised I hadn't brought my social security number with me! Oh no! Would this first place be a waste? I ran to my car and quickly tried to call Langford to see if he could read me my number from my wallet, but of course he was still asleep and wasn't answering his phone. Great. I couldn't even think of anyone else to call who had the number on file. I was getting hot. I took off my jacket. I started to sweat on my upper lip (which is something my body loves to do). Then the guard came to let us in. I waved to Esther ( the girl who was in the line next to me ) to go ahead and take my place but she waited, so I quickly ran back to the guard and confessed my sins.
"You don't need your social security," he said. "You just need your Alien number."
Well, of course I had that weird number. So I was OK. Luckily I was a somewhat proper alien. I then got fingerprinted and they took my photo. I was very annoyed about that because I hadn't planned for the photo and my hair needed a wash, to be honest. I would have put some make-up on, but in the end, I guess it doesn't matter how crap I look on my greencard, as long as I have the greencard. Hopefully I will have it in my little hands soon.

I then had to pick up a birthday parcel from my sister from the post office. Guess who was first in line? Yup! Me. Again. Pretty amazing. I waited while the decrepit old staff opened the office 10 minutes past the opening time and excitedly took home my parcel. My beloved sister had got me a beautiful silk dress. What a treat! It fit me really well. I then went to the bank and then got a coffee from my favourite coffee shop. I, again, bumped into my X at the coffee shop. Had a quick chat which was nice before I rushed home to bake muffins for Langford's mother. She arrived today. I decided to bake half savory and half sweet. Just when I was about to mix in the banana and blueberries, I realised that the oven wasn't working. With increasing frustration and deep despair ( in line with the situation at hand ) I called Langford who was having breakfast with MY friend. I then babbled on about the oven whilst trying to find the pilot light. I then realised that Langford had passed me onto my friend Steve, who had no idea why I was talking about a chopstick with a flame on it. Why does making muffins always seem to cause drama for me? I stuck it through it and made a beautiful batch. Half blueberry and banana and half zucchini and sun-dried tomatoes and cheese.

I had lunch with a girlfriend who was in a TV show with me and we had a great chat. I was telling her that my boyfriend's 'born again Christian' mother was coming into town and she said, "I'm a born again too!" I was surprised to hear this as I had no idea that she was at all. I guess it opened me up to it a little more, as this girl is so 'cool'. I then went home to meet Langford's mum for the first time, swinging by the supermarket to buy salmon and sunflowers. I lit candles in all the rooms and quickly hid my spell books and tarot cards. The time arrived. There she was. The verdict? Langford's mother is a delight. She is so warm and friendly and she really liked my muffins which definitely gives her 100 points. I think we will have a nice time over the next 3 weeks. She then went to sleep as she was jet-lagged and Langford and I went for a walk along the ocean park and then I cooked salmon with kejap manis sauce and roasted asparagus. For desert I made caramelised banana with a little ice cream. I had never made the caramelized bananas before but remember watching my mother do it many times. All of the food was perfection. I am off to rest my head now, happy in the knowledge that as proof of my growing ability to be proper, I was first in the line at immigration and at the post office.*

*Please ignore the fact that I was not first in the line at the bank. This was not a necessary place to be first.