Trying to get a drivers license in Kansas

Twas time to get my drivers license in Kansas. My daughter said "not a problem, you won't even have to take a test." OK, I fell for that. So on my day off of work I had to drive 1 hour away to Hays because they cannot give me a license where I live. Don't have the computer capability to issue a Kansas license to somebody coming in from another state. I get up, wash my hair and CURL it, made up the old face, put on something decent, and drive the 1 hour. I find the place. I go in with my AL drivers license and the registration from my car and my insurance card. In my nicest voice I announce to the girl asking me what she can do for me that I need my drivers license changed from AL to KS since I just moved to their very fine state. She proceeded to hand me a 10 x 12 piece of paper with 47 pieces of ID listed on it I might need in order to accomplish this feat. Thinking that SURELY she was kidding I asked her "huh?" I could see that no amount of pleading was going to get me a license so I took my made-up face and curled coif and drove the 1 hour back home. I called my daughter (the one who LIED to me) and she asked "So, did ya get your license." "NOPE." "Why not?" "CAUSE THEY WANT 47 PIECES OF ID TO PROVE WHO I AM." I get home. I'm going through box after box of papers to find ID. I had to have my BIRTH CERTIFICATE, my MARRIAGE LICENSE, a current bill sent to my current address with my name on it, a current piece of mail with the yellow sticky on it with my last address on it and my current address on the yellow sticky proving they forwarded my mail, and on and on. OK, I call hubby in AL. "Will you look and see if my birth certificate and our marriage license are there?" He finds the marriage license but not my birth certificate. He has to overnight the marriage license to me but he has to put my daughter's address on it because the post office, in their infinite wisdom, slaps a yellow sticky on anything he sends to me returning it to AL! Eureka, I find my birth certificate in one of the boxes of papers. Time is running out for my license renewal and I have to get this done. Well, it just so happens that the daughter who LIED to me, whose name I won't mention but her initials are RENAE, had to go to Hays to have her social security card changed into her new married name because the college won't accept her social security card and her driver's license, which has been changed to her new name, because they need to match. So, I take half a day off work and she does too and we head 1 hour away to Hays. First place we go is the DMV. I'm better prepared this time. There is an older man helping me this time. I tell him I need to get my driver's license changed to KS from AL. I told him the dilemma last time that I couldn't prove I am who I am with all the other stuff I brought last time so THIS TIME I came prepared. "Here is a current gas bill with my current address on it. Here is a letter from my lawyer with a yellow sticky the post office put on where the lawyer sent it to the correct address in Kansas and the post office in KS screwed up and put a yellow sticky on it with the AL address on it and sent it to AL. Here is a letter from my lawyer that went to AL and the post office in AL put a yellow sticky on it and sent it to KS, and my husband is still in Alabama and they are sending HIS mail to me in KS and he did not send in a change of address form, but I did which, BY THE WAY, cost me ONE DOLLAR on my credit card to do one-line, by the way, what's up with the post office? Here is my birth certificate. Here is my marriage license. Here is my car registration. Here is my car insurance card. Here is my AL drivers license with my picture on it, a very fine picture don't you think? Here is my mother's DEATH CERTIFICATE and my father's obituary." I was ready to give him a bunch of other stuff when I hear a noise behind me and it is Renae, bent over double laughing and snorting at this whole scene. "Mom," she tries to whisper, "don't mention anything about a test." Not to worry, I wasn't going to. I'm about ready to go into all of my other ID material when this guy finally smiles, and I'm sure trying desperately not to laugh, and told me he had enough ID. "Why" I ask "do you not want all the rest of my ID. There are 47 items on this list and I'm just getting warmed up." At this point he tells me he just needs to get me to do an eye test, which I do, and politely forgot to read the last 4 digits on the right-hand side, which this man reminds me of. "Oops, I guess I did forget" . I read them off. I then have to read questions they have written and actually attached to their desk, and answer them aloud, which I did. Then, he says "Do you want to keep the motorcycle license too?" "Huh? Huh? Huh? WHAT motorcycle license?" " You have a motorcycle license and a car license." "Well shut my mouth WIIIDDDEE OPEN. Sure." And Renae is snorting behind me and laughing so hard I think she is going to pass out, at this whole interchange and the thought of me vroom-vrooming on a motorcycle. "OK, that will be about 38 dollars and it is good for 6 years." I start digging in my purse for money. Anybody who knows me will appreciate this. I can never remember where I crammed my money. So of course we start with the wallet. Not an everyday small wallet, mind you, but gargantuan and has at least 2 zippers, a checkbook, a place for pictures, a separate compartment inside for change (and I have probably 15 dollars worth of change in it) and about 15 credit cards. Nope, no money in there. So I hand all this stuff and the wallet to Renae to put back together again while I hunt elsewhere for my money. I know I HAVE money. I finally find my stash in, well I won't tell where, but as I'm digging in this most unusual place for money I look at this man and ask him "Do you have grandchildren?" He said "no but I have children." "Then you know I have to keep hiding any money I have because believe me they look for it." He grinned big. Gave me my change back. Now for the last thing. The dreaded license picture. I'm directed to the seat in front of the camera. He said "OK smile." I start smiling. I smile and smile and smile. I'm getting furrows waiting for the camera. About the time I exaggeratedly lifted the old eyebrows sky high, like is this camera ever going to work, it did. Again, Renae is laughing so hard she cannot walk. That picture got passed to all the workers in there and we all had a good laugh. Now, let's go see what kind of commotion we can cause at the social security office.

Dove Hunting

Dean, Marcus and I are thrilled to go dove hunting, and the sport is now in season! I have been hunting before; deer, turkey, squirrel, duck, goose, rabbit, pheasant, etc! But this was my first time dove hunting! These birds are little and they fly like jet planes!
Dean fixed me up with Marcus' youth model .20 gauge. It fit me to a T! I also inherited Marcus' old dove vest, as he has outgrown everything! And yes, they laugh at me and tell me how short I am. (although I never considered myself short!!!) Anyway, we have been dove hunting every evening for a few weeks now. The evenings are quite beautiful and the doves were plentiful! The first few times out, we went with a crew of guys from Kansas City. Now, Dean is tall, but these guys make him look like a shrimp! When I stand next to these guys, my face is level with their belly! I was a little intimidated being around all these guys, but I tried. I didn't do too good, but I tried.
When our hunting friends left, it was just Dean and I, and I was more comfortable and could shoot better. I finally started bagging me some birds!
The other day, I shot a dove and watched the feathers get blown off it's rear end. It twirly birded down in a field of tall grass. I watched where it landed and kept my eye on that area as I walked towards it. I placed it by a few taller than normal weeds, just in case I lost the sight. I lifted my gun parallel to my shoulders and started to walk quickly towards my mark when I heard something rustling next to me. I figured it was a bird and I didn't want to lose my mark, so I didn't look that way. However, it kept running right alongside me! I began to wonder what it was, so I turned my head to look and it began to move away from me! I never knew what it was! So I continued on my course to my downed bird and found it. In the back of my vest it went.
The sun was setting quickly and we had to gather our booty, count them and clean them. I probably shot 30 shells and I bagged 6 dove! It's the experience though! I was having a ball! Feathers were flying everywhere as I plucked them from the breast of the bird! I had them up my nose and in my hair and stuck to the blood on my hands! It was just about dark when we finished and we bagged up the breasts and loaded everything up and hopped in the pick-up and headed for home. I began to tell Dean about the experience I had in the field. Now you have to know that I moved to Kansas after living in the south for 11 years! I had acquired a slight accent and some colorful language that Dean was not used to. Dean was driving the pick-up, I was in the middle, and Marcus was on the passenger side. I began my story: "The last bird I shot, I took off after it and there was something running alongside me in the grass! I don't know what it was...if it was a bird or a snake or what!" Simultaneously, the two began laughing. At first it was a low laugh...sort of a chuckle. I turned and looked at Dean, who had a big smile on his face as his chuckling became louder. I turned to look at Marcus, and saw the same thing. I asked, "What's so funny?" Dean answered, "I've never seen a snake run before!" I told them both that I use colorful language!! I do believe they get a kick out of me!