I have a billion things running around in my noggin. A billion, gazillion things - none the least of which is to remember to throw out the dirty diapers tonight. Ugh. Isn't that charming?
But I do want to chat with you all about a lot of those gazillion things...problem is this: I wait to blog until after the children are in bed. Sad thing is this: It's really my bedtime too. Equals = I'm too tired to type it all out.
Admit it...he could charm your socks off and you know it
So sad. I'm getting old. I used to be able to stay up til' like...I don't know..3 or 4 am. And then I used to be able to sleep til' like...1 or 2pm. ......see, that's just stupid. Who does that? Oh yes, teenagers with absolutely no cares or worries whatsoever. That's who. Let me sob in my soup for a bit over those days...especially since both my husband and children seem to think that sleeping til' 7am is equal to "wasting the day away". I die. I die.
I have received an enormous amount of support, kindness, encouragement, and generous advice over my most recent three-part series. WOWZA! I think there were also several links put out there to these posts - because my stats went through the roof into the thousands. I'm honored, truly. So a huge hug and thank you for all the kindness sent our way. What a wonderful relief to have our story received so well by so many. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Here's my $.02 - if it helps ONE...by speaking the truth...then it's worth typing it out. I think we met that goal.
It's ok, you can stare. I do. All day. Those two teeth? Those toes? Pfshaw.
There is a post I'm working on about the fund-raising we did to help bring Keira home. First, to encourage those who need to do the same, and second, to share some thoughts I had about the whole process and how we met our goals. I hope you'll hang around to catch it, because it's also one of those "love it or hate it" topics. Oh, the hate mail I got - you would not believe. Or maybe you would? Or maybe you sent some to me? Ha! Oughta bring up some good comments and conversations...mmm mmm good.
I'm also working on a topic about something I'm struggling with as an adopted mother of now two children. I'm hearing and reading way too much about child trafficking from both countries and even down to the province we've adopted from. It has stirred up a lot of emotions in me - and I'm going to turn that into good blogging. I know you all have opinions about that - so I hope you'll have lots of good feedback for me.
We're heading out of town for Spring Break to visit some family who have yet to meet La Princess. Oh, and we're driving. In a car. Ahem. Seven hours in said car with a toddler and a baby. I know, I know. If the Dugg@rs can do it, so can we. (snicker) But srrrrrrsly, I'm already planning to leave my mind behind, because I figure it'll be better to know where I lost it than spend those seven hours wondering where it went. Srrrrrrrrrrrsly, right?
Flattered. That's what I am. I have received LOADS of e-mails, comments, etc. asking me to write a book about my experience in adoption (x's 2). There is even a fan-page on Facebook of those that think I should write a book. What the... Do you believe that? (who am I kidding, I probably started that page...you'll never know!) Um. Alrighty then. I should write this book in all my spare time, I guess? Well, I guess if you want to send your best-friend, the publisher, my link, then by all means. Please do. Link away.
She had this baby comb in her mouth...and I thought it would be fun to share it. So did she, it turns out.
Oh, and I love LOST. OMG. I love it. Guilty pleasure number 1,423. I. Love. It. and Jack. ahem. and Sawyer. but I digress...
and we don't have cable anymore. I mean, that is to say, we canceled it back a ways because cable is expensive and we're living La Vida Poor. Which is to say, we're being frugal to accommodate having added La Princess to the fam. Which is fine. Actually it's wonderful because we won't spend all that time in front of the TV. (Hello DVD player - me love you! sssshhhh, our little secret)
But I miss me some Hoarders. Can you even stand that madness? Hoarders is like crack for obsessive compulsive people to watch. (that's me) We have to watch it so we can mentally and simultaneously go crawling up the wall AND re-organize in our minds. This goes here. That goes there. Throw that away. LEMME AT EM. (shaky...feeling shaky) I miss The Office. I miss Hannah Montana. Errrr, I mean...I miss Disney Channel. For the kids. No, really...sort of. Tell me Billy Ray is not cute! I defy you to tell me he's not! (oh, i crack myself up sometimes...)
Ok, ok...enough chit chat. But wasn't it like we just had a little cup o' joe/chocolate/Dr. Pepper and smashed around this idea and that? Look how fun we are together!
see, now I've got the song in my head
you get the limo out front...
(ew oh oh)
hottest styles, every shoe every color
yeah when you're famous it can be kinda fun
it's really you but no one ever discovers...
Sing it Miley!