{"id":1785,"date":"2010-02-05T15:45:33","date_gmt":"2010-02-06T00:45:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/parentingteensblog.net\/?p=816"},"modified":"2010-02-05T15:45:33","modified_gmt":"2010-02-06T00:45:33","slug":"the-saga-of-doom","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2010\/02\/05\/the-saga-of-doom\/","title":{"rendered":"The saga of DOOM&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>DOOOOOOOOOOOM I say!<\/p>\n<p>It started when Peppermist decided she wanted to go on the band trip in February. I knew then that I&#8217;d need to get her at least a State ID for the trip, and of course SHE was certain that meant I would let her take her Drivers Permit test. The boy, of course, said no way &#8211; since I hadn&#8217;t let HIM get HIS until just before his 16th birthday, because I just wasn&#8217;t ready and he was already mad that she got her cell phone a year before he did. (&#8230;.inorite?)<\/p>\n<p>ANYWAY, I quickly ran into a problem &#8211; I&#8217;d put the kids Social Security cards in a safe place so that I wouldn&#8217;t lose them. And&#8230;promptly forgot where the hell that place was. Whoops. No problem, I knew where their birth certificates were, so it&#8217;d be simple to get them the cards right?<\/p>\n<p>Wrong.<\/p>\n<p>You see, apparently, to get a replacement SS card, you need a picture ID. And, as stated, I couldn&#8217;t get her a picture ID without a SS card. And her School ID wouldn&#8217;t count, because it doesn&#8217;t have her birthday on it. OH ISN&#8217;T THIS FUN? FINALLY, after getting the runaround for months, they said they&#8217;d accept a copy of their shot records, as long as it was stamped by the Health Center making it semi-official.<\/p>\n<p>So, papers in hand, I get them all signed up, I&#8217;m told it&#8217;ll take two weeks for them to get here, which is plenty of time to get a State ID, so everything&#8217;s cool, right? RIGHT! So they arrive in the mail&#8230;. The Boy&#8217;s, the Pup&#8217;s&#8230; and that&#8217;s it.<\/p>\n<p>The one. card. i. needed. and it. didn&#8217;t. come!<\/p>\n<p>NOW I started to panic, but I gave it another week just to be sure, and FINALLY Peppermist&#8217;s card showed up. Which brings us to today&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/parentingteensblog.net\/2010\/02\/05\/the-saga-of-doom\/passed\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-817\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/parentingteensblog.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/PASSED-219x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" title=\"PASSED\" width=\"219\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-817\" \/><\/a>You see, she leaves on Tuesday, and because I&#8217;m all about procrastinating (tomorrow&#8230;) and she had no school today, I took her over to the DMV to get her State ID. On the way there, I told her &#8220;If you think you can pass, I&#8217;ll let you take the test to.&#8221; KNOWING that she&#8217;d only read the book twice, and not for some time. She assured me she could, and that she&#8217;d thumb through the book while we waited.<\/p>\n<p>Fine.<br \/>\n(NONONONONONONONONO)<br \/>\nWhatever.<\/p>\n<p>So our number is called, and it turns out that the lady who we were dealing with, not only was the one who passed The Boy when he took his driver&#8217;s test, but ALSO happens to be a chaperon on the upcoming band trip! SCORE! I HAVE A SPY! We joked around a bit, and she went to take the test, and 15 minutes later?<\/p>\n<p>She passed. In fact, she only missed 2, which is better than the Boy did (much to her delight). Which means?<\/p>\n<p>I now have ANOTHER teenage driver in my house.<\/p>\n<p><em>Hold me.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>DOOOOOOOOOOOM I say! It started when Peppermist decided she wanted to go on the band trip in February. I knew then that I&#8217;d need to get her at least a State ID for the trip, and of course SHE was certain that meant I would let her take her Drivers Permit test. 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