Plan B on the Passport

Well, my passport is nowhere to be found. Ugh. Argh.

Thankfully, my mom went to the records office in Hartford, CT this morning to obtain a copy of my birth certificate (also nowhere to be found--what can I say I've been dealing with some stuff lately).  So, now I can go register the old passport as stolen and get a new one rush-processed.

Thanks Mom! And Dad! Such Champs!!! I appreciate your help with this.

Frank made a great impression on Beth's parents!  He will be enjoying resort-style accommodations while take hammer to nail and do my part to build a house.

I hope to be able to upload photos for everyone to see during the trip.  I am headed to the AT&T store this week to look into a Haiti Coverage plan.  Apparently they are offering a special Haiti coverage plan for relief work. I am going to bring my Flipcam with me, as well, but I doubt I will be able to do anything with the video until I get back. I have a bad habit of not documenting my trips and adventures, especially when I am having a great time, so hopefully this blog will give me added incentive to take lots of pictures.  Now that I think about it, that's kind of lame for a multimedia producer and former photo editor.

I am so excited to meet new people and experience Haiti's culture (95 degrees during rainy season, not so much).  The Haitians that I know possess a special warmth and generosity of spirit (I know that's a stereotype, but it's a positive stereotype, so I'm ok with it!)

It's hard for me to fathom what these last several months have been like for people in Haiti. I'm excited for the trip and the work we'll be doing, but I hope I am ready for what I will see. More so, I hope I can ease someones burden for even a short time and make some kind of a difference.

These pre-trip posts are probably going to get pretty boring and repetitive, so I'll try to spread 'em out and not bore you with ridiculous stuff like my biggest question of the weekend: How much Immodium and Pepto is too much Immodium and Pepto? Sort of like the sound of one hand clapping, I know.  I'm deep.