A QUICK ESCAPE

Man... am I ever happy I can flee this crazy ass country any damn time the Republicans drive me out of my ever lovin' mind. Which could totally be any day now. Just what enables me to flee so easily?? YIPPEE. MY NEW PASSPORT!! I can't TELL you how thrilled I am to have it.

I've had a current passport ever since I was 16 years old. Well... except for the last couple of years, anyway. I kinda let time slip away from me and boom. Next thing you know, mine expired. I think they are good for 10 years and you should only SEE what my picture looked like 10 years ago. Talk about wanting to throw up. Besides.... nowadays they won't even let you wear glasses in your photo.

When I was 16... wait... maybe 17 but whatever, I went to Europe for the very first time. It was 2 month trip for about 25 high school girls from all over the country, whose parents were kind enough to ante up the monies for a major first class vacation. I was naturally too old by then to go to summer camp so all I know is my sister came home one day, told my parents she wanted to go on this tour with her close friend Sue and next thing you know, my bags were packed as well. Could totally have been one of THE most fabulous trips I ever took. Luxury all the way and you know how I love being treated like royalty!

Oh yeah... my other favorite trip was when I went to Mexico for 2 months via my university's partnership with Universidad de las America in a city called Puebla. The total opposite of luxury but equally fantastic nevertheless. No wonder. My two best friends... Mike and Tom... and I were stoned the entire time on Mexico's amazing pot. But that's another story altogether.

Suffice it to say that most people have their passport ready at all times given you just never know when you want to take off for some foreign vacation spot. Or... to escape brutal dicators, even. In my current situation I'm beginning to think I may someday need to not only get the hell out of Trump's regime but now... even more importantly... need to get out just to find decent medical coverage! I mean... really? 

Pregnancy is now a pre-existing condition?? Are you f'ing kidding me? I don't care WHAT friends have told me... our country is now officially becoming the total piece of s*** I always said it would be, the day Trump was elected. Even France butched up and voted in favor of decency. My God. I still can't believe Donald refused to shake Angela Merkel's hand. Anyway...

As you can tell from the picture above, I am enjoying the freeing possibility that if I decide to leave the U.S. until we elect someone who actually believes in decency and honor rather than corruption and out and out lying to me, I totally can. Leaving the country for a mere vacation btw, is pretty much out of the question given I am so not into airport/airplane terrorism. Mandatory bolting on the other hand, is pretty much my reason of choice.

And speaking of travel... the next item on my list is to hit the TSA Pre Check agency so that I can become amongst the lucky fliers who can then bypass the horrible lines at airport security boarding checkpoints. It's really kinda cool. You go to the agency, enroll in the program and bingo. You can then fly right smack past the hundreds of other passengers waiting in VERY LONG LINES to get through security. I SO HATE those lines! In the meantime....

This is all pretty ironic given I love nothing better than staying put right here in my sweet little home town for ever and ever. Which is the total dilemma I have regarding my fleeing The Donald. I'm thinking maybe I'll hold out for impeachment, but that is so never going to happen. The congressional Republicans would NEVER consider doing this, trust me. As for those who voted for him btw... go to hell is my mantra to them. Anyway...

EVERYone should have a valid passport, flee or no flee. Besides... even if you are on a pleasure cruise departing from an American port, you so could find yourself unable to disembark on daytime stopovers in Canada, Jamaica, Mexico, etc. etc. Not to mention that should you ever find yourself at an American Embassy for help, the first thing they'll ask to see is your passport. In any case... renewing my passport has been on list of THINGS TO DO for a loooong time and yippee, yippee. I can now check this off my list. Meaning:


Anyone who might invite me to their destination wedding is someone to whom I can now say: I'll be there!! Well... as long as it's within a 30 mile radius of my house, that is. All other destinations are totally up for grabs nowadays. Ahhh... if only I were still young and foolish. And of course... unafraid of being brutally killed.