10 September, 2011

RT-Fest 2011

Hopefully, this will answer any questions you may have about what's been going on as a result of this Twitter post.

As many of you know, I got married last Sunday (YAY!).
See? Wedding party. Yes, I wore a black dress.
As at least some of you know, my husband (the blonde guy next to me) is from Scotland.

As a few of you know, marrying someone who is not a US citizen when you are a US citizen is nothing whatever like it is in the movies. I won't go into it all here, but I encourage you to check out the K-1 (fiancé(e)) and K-3 (spouse) visa sections at VisaJourney.com. You'll see guides on how to fill out the numerous forms required, support groups for coping with the stress and forced time apart, advice from people who have done it before, and a place to vent when it all just gets to be too much. It is an extremely long and expensive process that can take months or years and thousands of dollars.

Remember in Cheers when Woody's girlfriend Kelly had that French friend, Henri, who wanted Kelly to marry him so he could stay in America? Well, if it had been real life and Kelly had gone through with it, she would have faced 5 years of jail and Henri could have been permanently deported. It's considered a very serious type of fraud and the government doesn't take it lightly.

A few people have asked me recently, "but you're married - how can there be any more obstacles and fees?" Good question. The answer: Okay, so, the government gives K-1 visa holders 90 days from the day they enter the country to marry their American fiancé(e) and file what is called an Adjustment of Status to the Department of Homeland Security. Even if you follow that link, I really don't expect you to read through all of the government jargon, so in short, that is what changes a K-1 visa holder into a person who is allowed to stay in the US indefinitely. I knew that we would have to file this form, but for some reason, I thought we were done with the fees, since there have been SO many and have added up to SO much money, and I really thought that that part was overwith.

I learned just the other day how wrong I was. It turns out that the fee, which must accompany the Adjustment of Status form, is $1070. To some people, that's not a lot of money. To us, it is a fortune, and we just didn't have it. Failing to file that form and pay that fee, however, would mean that Fraser's visa would expire and he would have to exit the country until we had re-filed and gone through a whole new process.

The thought of that happening was exhausting and scary, so I posted to Twitter that if enough people bought photos from our Etsy shop, that would help us raise the money we need to pay the fee. You know what I thought would happen after I posted that? I thought a handful of personal friends would buy something and say they hoped it would work out. When I saw people start to retweet my post, I was touched. When people kept retweeting it, I was overcome with thanks that for at least a few seconds, complete strangers as well as amazing friends cared. When I woke up the next morning to see that Neil Gaiman had retweeted it, I was truly gobsmacked. A few people have asked me how I "got him to do it," and the answer is that I didn't. He must follow someone who posted it and then felt compelled to share.

Whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, that had a massive impact. About half of the sales we have made have been a result of Mr. Gaiman's retweet. As it stands now, we're more than halfway to our goal and our outlook is much sunnier.

Unfortunately, some of the people who have been kind enough to help out have taken some flack. I understand that there are people who (rightly) do not believe everything they read on the Internet and (also rightly) do not automatically assume that everyone is honest. The comments from those people, who simply want some indication that I'm a real person and this isn't all just some marketing ploy, I don't take personally. There have been a few, however, who seem to have come from generally unhappy and/or angry people, who have accused me of engaging in emotional blackmail to compel innocent people to buy something they neither need nor want. One even used the word "larceny" to describe what they saw as an elaborate scam.

To that, I can only say this: every purchase was made by an adult with free will. Also, I never asked anyone to retweet anything. As I said, I thought a few people I already know might help out by either buying something or telling that friend of theirs who just bought a house where they might get some art to hang on their new walls. That kind people chose to retweet and ask their friends and followers to help was an unexpected bonus and a real, tangible help. I hate that their good deeds have been punished by harsh words.

09 June, 2011

Contest (CLOSED): Win an Original Piece of Art from StreetSpirit Photography!

***UPDATE***  The contest is now closed. We have a winner! The lovely Nikki has correctly identified this as a photo of rocks and snow! She has chosen "The Doctor Is In" as her prize. 

In honor of it being only a week until Fraser makes the move to this side of the Atlantic, I've decided to have a contest!

Look closely:

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The first one of you to identify what this is a picture of, by either commenting here or sending me a tweet @BaronessHeather wins the item of your choice currently listed in Fraser's Etsy shop. All photos were taken by Fraser and will be professionally printed off-site on professional-grade paper. The prize does NOT include matting and framing. You will win a print and only a print. I will contact the winner to get your mailing address and to determine which print you would like.

The contest will end when there's a winner. You may guess up to 2 times: once on Twitter, and once by commenting on this blog post. If you guess on Twitter, you MUST follow me, because I will need to be able to DM you to get your details if you win, and Twitter does not allow DM's to people who do not follow you.

Update: Please do not post your personal email addresses in the blog comments. I don't want you to get spam!

06 June, 2011

Muppets Doing the Dance of Joy to Vince Guaraldi (and a cupcake recipe)


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I was awakened this morning to a phone call from Fraser. I answered and heard, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" and then the call dropped.

A minute later, as I sat up and basically blinked a lot, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, the phone rang again. Imagine trying to extract information from a Muppet, say Grover, on a massive caffeine high and you'll get a vague idea of the first minute of that call. The next minutes, after I realized that he was telling me that he'd heard from the embassy and his visa interview is next Monday, it was straight up Dance of Joy time!

It's so surreal that after all the months of delays and waiting and starting to lose hope, it's finally happening, and with one week's notice! In case you're just tuning in, we first applied for Fraser's fiancé visa last year, so he can emigrate. The interview is the final step in this extremely frustrating, redundant, and expensive process. By most accounts, this is practically a formality, as they tend to weed out the frauds, terrorists, and human traffickers before it gets to this stage. He will be told on the spot if the visa is granted, and then the actual paperwork will be couriered to him within a few days. As soon as those papers are in his hand, he can get on a plane! Once he's here, we have to get married within 90 days, but don't ask me for details about that just now. One thing at a time!

In homage to my Scottish boy being soon on his way, I made some Irn-Bru cupcakes to take to a gaming night tonight. If you're not familiar with Irn-Bru, it's an orange-colored soft drink that tastes something like Juicy Fruit gum. It's made in Scotland from a recipe that is allegedly so secret that the president of the company himself personally mixes every batch of concentrate and will only grant access to to the recipe to his successor when he retires. I've heard it hailed as the ultimate hangover cure and condemned as a danger to children because of its high sugar and caffeine content. It took me a while to acquire a taste for it, and now, while I couldn't drink it all the time, it's good for a treat now and then. I'm lucky enough to have a great British (yes, Britain includes Scotland) grocery shop in town, so I picked up some Irn-Bru. There IS one tiny difference between the Irn-Bru imported from Scotland, and the Irn-Bru made by the American distributor. One of the coloring agents used in the Scottish original is banned by the FDA. However, two points are worth noting: 1. I've had both and there is no noticeable difference in taste (unless you ask a Scot), and 2. at least at my local shop, you can buy both versions. Look on the label, and if the ingredients list includes "Ponceau 4R," it's the original. Here is a list of places you can buy Irn-Bru in the USA. If you decide to try it, let me know what you think! I'm always curious for reactions to this stuff, especially since it'll be appearing in some form at my wedding, possibly in these cupcakes.

Now, as promised, here's the recipe! These give just a hint of the Irn-Bru flavor, which is boosted by the citrus zest or extracts, and the vanilla.

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You need:

1 cup Irn-Bru
1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
2 TBSP corn starch
3/4 tsp baking POWDER
1/2 tsp baking SODA
1/2 tsp salt
1/3 cup vegetable oil (or 1/2 cup softened butter, but that'll mask the Irn-Bru flavor, and it's only a hint to begin with)
1 cup granulated sugar
1 egg
1 tsp vanilla extract
1-2 tsp orange zest OR 1/2 tsp orange extract (real, not imitation)
1-2 tsp lemon zest OR 1/2 tsp lemon extract (again, seriously: real, not imitation)
12 cupcake wrappers

Steps:
  1. Preheat oven to 350 F and line a muffin tin with the cupcake wrappers.
  2. Combine oil & sugar. I used a stand mixer with paddle attachment, but a wooden spoon or hand mixer works just as well.
  3. Add the egg and extracts. Beat until thoroughly combined and has a smooth consistency. 
  4. Mix the dry ingredients in a separate bowl. No, it's not fine if you don't do this and just dump it in with the wet. Trust me.
  5. This is where the stand mixer is really your friend: Add a little Irn-Bru to the wet mixture, then alternate adding dry mix with Irn-Bru until you've used it all and the consistency is mostly smooth. There will be a few lumps, and you might think the batter looks too runny, but it's okay. It's supposed to look like that.
  6. Fill each cup of the prepared tin NO MORE THAN 3/4 FULL. Seriously, if you have batter left over, start a second pan (just fill any empty cups with water), do some individual cakes if you have freestanding cups, or something, but DO NOT OVERFILL THOSE CUPCAKES! If you do, it's not my fault when they overflow, run together, burn on the edges, and sink in the middle. 
  7. In my oven, it took 22 minutes for them to bake perfectly, but check them at 20 minutes. If a toothpick inserted in the center of one of the middle ones comes out clean, they're done, even if they look a bit wet on top (they're just on the shiny side).
  8. Let them cool completely before frosting. I topped mine with justJENN's whipped cream frosting (though I used regular granulated sugar instead of brown sugar).

26 March, 2011

Passing the Horror Check


This week has been pretty stressful. It hasn't been all bad, but it's had me preoccupied and made it difficult to retain a lot of things I should have been paying attention to. I'm dimly aware that one friend got a new exciting job, another broke up with someone, and others have had various joys and stresses. I've failed to call a friend I reconnected with, after I said I'd call. I forgot to confirm plans for tomorrow until my friend contacted me, wondering if we were still on. I've barely gotten any work done, I answered almost no email, and any non-essential projects have just been shoved aside. I feel terrible about these things, but at the same time, I was stressed out and useless for a reason.


You may be aware that my fiancé is in the process of emigrating here, and as part of that process, he had to go through a routine medical exam. After he got home, I got a phone call that terrified me more than anything has in recent memory. The x-ray showed that there could be something seriously wrong with him. There were two obvious things to be worried about here, and we each took one. While I was having these horrible visions of his health failing, he was raging at how this is causing delays, meaning we'll have to be on separate continents longer.

The good news is, he's had another visit to a doctor, who has given him a clean bill of health. This is the important thing to focus on. I am now so acutely aware of how much worse things could be right now. The disappointing news is that because the first x-ray turned out to be invalid, he's got to make more appointments and wait, and wait, and wait for things to be processed and submitted and gotten to the right departments at last. We're not sure yet how long a delay we're looking at, but I'm coming to terms with the likelihood that our wedding plans will need to change and it'll be longer that he's so far away.

At the end of the day, though, I can't be too depressed about that. He's okay. He's not sick or injured. I can breathe again, and sleep, and think about things other than how I'll scrape up airfare to get to him and all the various ways our life would turn nightmarish and overwhelming. I'm so relieved that now I'm having a hard time focusing on anything but how relieved I am. Sure, I'm disappointed, and it hurts to think that it could be more weeks or months we'll be apart, but before the disappointment can really set in, I think about how it won't matter in the long run, because he's okay. It was just a false alarm. We won the luck check, too, and instead of having to fight a tentacle monster, we're just delayed in another dimension a little longer before we can get home.

To everyone who gave me bonuses to armor and courage by offering reassurance, distraction, or other kind words, whether they came in the form of a tweet, a Facebook comment, a text, phone call, or instant message, thank you. You helped me stay just this side of functional. There are a lot of really good people out there, who still offer to chat or try to cheer you up, even if they don't know you that well, and that's one hell of a silver lining to a stressful situation.