Ok, ok...so, I've decided to start blogging...apparently, its the "cool" thing to do. And you maybe asking, "What the heck do you have to talk about that is soo important?" Well, actually, a lot of things. I'm fairly new to this whole "Real World" situation that I entered into after college, and well, I'm learning a lot of new things, some good and some not so good. I think everyone is trying to find their niche, their place in this world, and maybe mine is to warn people about what not to do, which definitely explains why weird and unfortunate things happen to me at least once a week, sometimes more. My hope is that someone can walk away from this blog having learned something about life or at least get a good laugh from my misfortune...I know I've got God busting a gut up there!
WARNING: When reading these posts, please read with a sense of sincere sarcasm...Thank you.
Renewing your Driver's License
Who knew that this would be such a pain! So, I went to renew my license the other day and I really gotta say that the DMV in general is just not a pleasant experience. First off, the place opens up at 9 a.m., and rather than just waiting in your car for it to open up, some guy decides to form a line, so everyone else feels compelled to do the same. I was there 30 minutes early, and stood in line for 30 minutes...the place opened their doors exactly at 9 a.m. Once I get in there, I am forced to go to the License renewal line...I was first, yes! Or so I thought. I'm new to this area, so I'm using this as my excuse, but in Missouri, you can't just bring your old license to get it renewed. You also have to bring a birth certificate (that is embossed or has the raised seal), your social security card and a utility bill to prove lawful residence. I had everything but the birth certificate...I had a copy, not the real thing. Now, I have to wait for the government to send me a real copy of my birth certificate, and get to do the whole thing over again. Oh yea, and I've got to drive the speed limit too, so I don't get pulled over and fined.
Moral of the Story: Don't live in Missouri.
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