So I just had a thought and figured I may need to apologize a little. . . I just realized that I may be criticizing cameras (in my reviews) that are owned by some of you, maybe even dearly loved or recommended. I'm sorry for being harsh. I am extremely picky and they just didn't meet my needs as an extremely picky or nit-picky camera person. It's me, not your camera. Friends again? ;)
I just joined a group on Facebook for Ethiopian adoptive families (specifically using our agency). . . and it turns out most of the other families live in the southern states back east. We are the lone active family out here, which is weird considering their office is located here as well.
Another thing I found out adoption-wise. . . Whenever I mention that we are adopting, which I've learned to do infrequently, people always tell me about other people they know that couldn't have kids or they ask questions about what we did to try to get pregnant. Seriously, people are weird. It's just an assumption that we couldn't have kids. A given. I didn't think twice about it cause we get it A LOT. Our new southern friends have it differently. In their culture/churches it is encouraged that they adopt if they can and are willing. . . even with a full house of genetically similar offspring. It's normal to add to their family that way. Consider my mind blown. Not that I don't think adoption is normal, it's the going without all the fertility advice every time adoption is mentioned that seems like a refreshing piece of heaven. Considering a move. ;) I think I could pull off an accent.
I am a cry baby. Who knew. Oh right, all my YW and my husband and kid. I'm sure that's it. ;) I was looking at the new pictures of Jovey on my phone with Miley right beside me. . . she leans forward to look at my face very seriously. I said, 'what' and she replied, 'just checking to see if you were happy crying.' Oh geez. (I wasn't btw). I can't help it. I think it's getting worse, that's my freaky realization. I used to be able to help it, or so my memory insists, but now I'm a big wet mess. I'm planning my church lesson and bawling through it. Why? Cause I'm a baby, and I drink too much fluid, and it's easier than getting up to pee. ;) My mom hates it when we say pee. Sorry Mom. It aggravates Dave when I spit in the face of science and say things that are obviously not true. . . yes I know, you can't cry instead of pee. Sorry again Mom. ;)
I am a mother of two girls, but only get to hold and cuddle one of them presently. The agency always refers to her as YOUR daughter, and that makes me cry. . . I think my defense mechanism has been preparing me to only think YOUR when I get to bring her home. Didn't work, now YOUR is real to me.
I was looking into how to fix my post title font and found that I didn't want to hassle with the html anymore (so it will remain plain and boring for awhile) . . . and instead found the widget to add the 'you might also be interested in' feature at the bottom of the posts. I've been going back through my blog posts of last year as I do our scrapbook, so I don't forget to add anything. It's been fun and I thought I'd like to go further back, but the archives are not fun to wade through. Thus the widget. . . and now I've found that it is a huge time suck. I can't get off the blog after I post for foooooorever cause I might be interested in. . . every post, especially little Miley pictures and stories. Oh and now I need to add pictures to every post or it will just show up at the bottom with only my ~m. Lame. Sorry if the quicksand finds you as well. Well not really, I'm trying to keep you prisoner in my life via the blog.
So an idea I had back in 2010 is finally on my docket. I didn't realize my project list was so backlogged. I guess I can't be frustrated with the Ethiopian courts for taking their time since I suffer from the same problem. No wait, I can. ;) So now that it's on the list and the supplies have been purchased, we'll see if it gets accomplished. If I was a betting person, I'd say. . . maybe. I don't like having stuff around, and right now there is a can of paint in my laundry room. Maybe this project will see the light. Do you hate it when I talk about stuff and never actually give you any real details. It's my way. OK, it's the project where I paint a chalkboard on my backyard fence/wall. I feel weird calling it a fence since fence makes me think of wood or that plastic weird stuff they use. My fence is a wall. Good walls make good neighbors around here. Well, I don't know my neighbors actually. They've moved in and out too much. We quit keeping up with all that. I know, where is my trophy for neighbor of the year?
Miley just walked in and told me her shirt popped off. Yep, popped off on it's own. Who knows. She must be a nutter.
I feel very un-invested in things right now. I don't actually know if that is a word, but that hasn't stopped me before so we're going with it. Like for instance, I don't feel like going to YW activities lately or doing much of anything with New Beginnings. I was asked to do another invitation for an event and I just did it fast and wasn't compelled to do more. . . which is totally not like me. I think I pinpointed why I am detached from stuff now. . . it's the adoption. I am waiting and can't find the focus for other things. None of the rest matters. I need to be waiting. Not that I'm not doing anything or living with the living. I just have this weird mindset that keeps me from investing in anything other than Jovey and that process. It's so weird cause the waiting doesn't require my help or even my attention, but it has it nonetheless. Miley has had a couple of dreams about zombies lately, maybe she's getting it from me. ;) Don't worry, she wasn't traumatized, just told me matter-of-factly about them. No, I did not let her watch ParaNorman. Even though she begged me to. ;)
I got an idea for Halloween costumes this year. I haven't run it past Davey yet, but I'm sure he'll be happy with it. Miley was convinced of it today, but it's only February so I probably shouldn't get too attached to the idea. Yep, leaving you in the dark, but it will be dark. Consider that your hint. . . a really crappy one. ;) It's only February, but not having a plan makes me twitchy.
Read some of Dave's text conversations recently. . . he is not funny. Don't be fooled, he may sound funny. This is how he does it. He reads me a text he receives, I make a comment about it, and then he types that comment in reply. I didn't realize he was doing that until now. What a punk. I thought he learned about plagiarism in college. By the way, if you find his responses not funny, then those are from him, all him, of course. ;) Panda out. ;)
I'm allergic to problems. They get under my skin and I have to fix them, which is why I make a horrible listener for someone who just wants to vent. I thought I was a good listener too. Dave pointed out otherwise this week when he was telling me about his managing woes. I asked if he had tried x, y, and z. He stared me down and told me I didn't have to fix it. Oh crap, was I doing that? I hate when he does that to me. Oh crap again. Hello hypocrit, and now I have to apologize and never complain about him wearing a 'fix it hat'. Stupid foot welcome to mouth, make yourself at home.
I'm thinking some of these things that have occurred to me this week, have probably done so before and probably appear in previous posts. . . Does that mean that my memory is on the decline, or the bright side, that every day is full of surprises from here on out? Hmmmmm, my self examination is suspect.
I bought another camera. The itty bitty Nikon Coolpix S01. Here are some pics. . . so the post isn't all type. I haven't had time to judge this camera yet.
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