Fury

On my way to work this morning, I tuned into a radio station that has a popular morning show. They've got a new schtick going about creating their own record book. This morning, they were trying to find the listener with the most children. One DJ actually said, "Adopted children don't count."

I quickly changed the channel, and wrote an email to the show and the station manager once I got to the office.

This is so wrong on so many levels. I wish stupid people would just keep their mouths shut.

Deafening Silence

As I'm sure I've mentioned, I grew up in a small New England town. I could always tell when there was going to be a snow day.

Its funny to think about it now, so long ago ...

I would lay in bed, it would be the middle of the night. I'd turn my head toward the window and watch the intesity of the reflection from the street light off the snow. Depending on the brightness of the reflection, told me, without looking out the window, if there would be a few hour delay or a few feet of snow that would shut down school for days.

I miss snow. I miss those days.

I'm looking forward to ... no, absolutely excited to introduce my children to what is the most peaceful silence in the world.

The morning after. The silent peace before the snow plows went over the streets, before the sanders came out. The white virgin snow that was begging to be walked in, jumped in, and thrown.

Digging the snow tunnel, the vicious snow ball fight, waiting for the school bus once the roads were clear.

Ah, reality. :)

Now I just have to get out of Texas.

I heart my Police Department

I've lived in the same town for five years now, and except for one speeding ticket the week I moved in, I've had no encounters with my local police department. Until this week.

I brought a letter to the shiny, new police station, and asked the very nice records clerk if she could type up the background check letter for me. (I gave the letter to her in hard copy and on a floppy in case she wanted to just fill in the blanks.) Not only was it no problem, the notary fees were waived! How COOL is that?! She said that because it was for an adoption, they really try to help out the people of the community, and wished us "good luck"!

I do believe I will be donating to the next police function I possibly can. I also may drop off a batch of cookies for them. :)

Paperwork

So I'm chasing paper all over the city. Its just the way this process works, unfortunately. I got a bunch of paper gathering done yesterday during our state holiday, which ROCKED! So, I asked HR for my employment varification letter, and what happens? I practically write the letter for them, and they still mess it up. OY. So now I have to find a polite way to go back to them and ask them to re-do it. And notarize it, too. Oh, and we need three copies, not one.

This should be the last of it until our homestudy comes in. WOO HOO!

I promise ...

To my children:

I promise to love you with all my heart and soul.
I promise to dry your tears of pain, frustration, and anger.
I promise to let you be children as long as possible.
I promise not to compare you to each other.
I promise to celebrate individuality, diversity, and independence.
I promise to provide you what you need, not necessarily what you want.
I promise our home will be filled with love, laughter and light.
I promise that Daddy’s addiction to video games will not hamper “family time.”
I promise to be realistic and honest.
I promise I will kiss your “boo boo” and make it better.
I promise to stand behind you and support you.
I promise to let you fight your own fights.
I promise not to make my daughter wear frilly pink socks.
I promise not to make my son wear a cap with a propeller on it.

I promise I will be the best mother to you both I can possibly be.
I love you already.

Step One: Done

So we had our home visit by the Social Worker yesterday. Done, overwith, no big deal. Phew.

She's a very neat lady who calmly told me that 3 of our 4 references have not returned them. They've had them for 2 months. I'm slightly annoyed. One promised to have it done by tomorrow, another by the end of the week. The other? Not returning emails ... and they're the family one.

On another note, my carpal tunnel, or whatever its trying to be this time is back. I'm under orders to take anti inflammitory meds and NOT TYPE. Um, yea. I type for a freaking living. This is NOT going to work. So I told her I'd try. So this one will be short.

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Happy New Year and all that ...

Well, its 2005. DH and I have come to the conclusion that its going to be a hell of alot better year than 2004, as 2004 almost saw the end of our marriage, the loss of several friends, and the emergence of our adoption plans.

Last week, DH and I closed on the funding for our adoption. We're hoping we won't have to use all of it, but we're grateful its there. We sent in the "large check", which means that we're really serious now. Theres enough money invested that there's no turning back. We're both thrilled. 2005 is going to be the year of babies for us.

This coming week we will have our social worker over to the house for our homestudy visit. I've washed every dirty item in the house that could be washed, and as a result, the bed in our guest room is now being jokingly referred to as "Mount Laundry". I kid you not. I'm planning on DH and I spending about 4 hours folding laundry tomorrow.

I'm having a ball with this blog, I'm figuring out what is important to me to keep track of, and I'm learning how to write online. Some posts are better than others. Hopefully they will get better as time goes on, I know I can already see an improvement from my first few posts.

The Christmas presents arrived and were opened in short order. Nothing bad, nothing to blog about. I asked for one of those Roomba vaccuums, which I didn't get, so I'm hoping at some point this year, someone remembers I asked for it for Christmas and gets it for me.

Everyone in the house (DH, 4 cats, and the dog) are sound asleep. I'm up due to a random bout of insomnia. I'm having a wrestling match with the checkbook and the bills and they keep running around in my head and not letting me sleep. SUX!

Have a great New Year, and my most sincere wishes for all your dreams to come true in 2005.