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Monday, October 25, 2010


1) I got an e-mail today from Shutterfly saying that our first copy of our profile book is in the mail and on its way to us. The agency wants about 15 copies of our book, so I ordered 1 copy from Shutterfly to just see what it's like in real life. If I like it when it comes, I will order 15 copies and ship them straight to the agency. I'll keep a copy for myself as a keepsake.

2) We decided that we'll at least apply to our agency's domestic program and order all the copies of the profiles that they'll need. We're allowed to apply to other programs at other agencies if we want. And if other agencies require that we redo our profile in a different way, we'll deal with that and redo the profile in a different way.

3) Remember this? The bad? Fingerprints from the FBI are taking 10-12 weeks to come back? That's Thanksgiving! Today, I checked my credit card statement online and it has been charged. "FBI Record Request" is on there! Now I know it's only been 6 weeks. And just because they charged the credit card does not mean that they've actually done the background check or mailed the results. It just means that they've charged my credit card. But that is progress, and my goodness I will take every step of progress available.

4) We are very, very close to being listed as "waiting." When I spoke with my social worker on Thursday, she said she was almost finished writing our home study. We can be activated when the agency gets our profile books, fingerprint clearances and a(nother) check. As soon as the home study is written. Ooh, it's so close I can feel it.

5) Our profile should be available and out in the universe in early November.

6) Thursday is my birthday. I have a whole post on that coming up tomorrow. Happy birthday to me!


This weekend, (and today too) the weather was so beautiful in that way that only New England fall days can be. Well, I say that not really having lived anywhere else, except Pennsylvania for 4 years in college. I have to say that I wasn't really attuned to nature in college, so it's possible that fall in Pennsylvania is the same, but I wasn't looking.

I always feel a sense of urgency on days like these. The sun is shining, it's 65 degrees, and I ABSOLUTELY must get outside. I'm not an outside person at all, generally, so it's on these kind of days in the fall that I know something's different.

The root of this urgent need to be outside is the sense of wrapping up; it's the end. Summer is over, it's dark at 6:30 now instead of 8:30. Today I drove with my car window down, just because I still can. On days like this, I walk around feeling like I have to experience the rest of fall RIGHT NOW because it'll be gone soon. So I got up early and I went for a walk on the beach. Because I still can. Because it wasn't cold, it wasn't raining. The leaves are changing color and falling, but some are still green.

Soon the leaves will be gone, the trees will be gray, it will be cold and windy. Soon there will be freezing rain and snow. Not today though. Today I'm wearing short sleeves and playing outside because soon short sleeves and outside will not be available.

Carpe diem. Sunny and 65 will be a thing of the past soon enough, so I'm planning to enjoy it today.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Big Compliment, Big Decision

Let me start this off by saying that making decisions is tough for me. Mister is not dissimilar in that personality trait, so often, even the simplest decisions make themselves for us. Even picking a restaurant becomes this big, complicated ordeal.

Mister: Are you hungry?
Me: Yes. Let's go out.
Mister: OK. What do you want?
Me: Oh, I don't know. I could have anything - pizza, pasta, sandwich, burger, Mexican. Whatever.
Mister: Well, what do you feel like?
Me: Any of those. How about you?
Mister: Oh, well, any of those are fine.

Then we go on to weigh the specific merits of each pizza place. When we had it last, what kind it was, etc. Then we do the same for each pasta, sandwich, burger, Mexican place. Then usually at this point someone throws in an option that wasn't on the list.

Me: Oh... we could go to the diner too. I haven't had pancakes in a while....
Mister: True. Do you want pancakes? We could go to the diner....

At which point we will add that choice and revisit all the merits of each restaurant we can think of. And each type of food.

Me: Hey, you know it's now 10:00. We should just have cereal I guess.
Mister: Yeah.

This is an exaggeration, but only a little bit. Under the hyperbole is this nugget of truth - decisions are really, really hard for us. The bigger the decision, the harder it is for us to decide.

I wrote a while ago about this decision - basically, our agency said that they're small, their program is small and the vast majority of their domestic placements come from other agencies. They said they'll take us into their program, and they're happy to do so, but people waiting at our agency are waiting a lot longer than at some of the big agencies in the South. So they'd completely understand if we left them for a bigger, faster agency. But if we stay with our agency, we might wait for about 3 years for a match. Apparently New England is not a hotbed of domestic adoptions. Not surprising, I suppose.

Last year, when we chose our agency, we didn't think we'd be doing a domestic adoption. So we didn't pick this agency on the merits of their domestic program. But here we are.

This is where the big compliment comes in. Earlier this week, we submitted a final draft of our profile book to the program manager of the domestic program and to our social worker. Both of them said that the tone of the writing was so warm and perfect from the first page on. The pictures and the layout are both very nice and that we created a great profile. Most importantly, they both thought that because of our great, warm, nicely laid out profile, we would likely be chosen very quickly.

(OMG!!!!!!!!!111111!!!!! Did she really just say that?!?!?!? Our profile is so good that we might be chosen more quickly than the other people who are waiting 3 years?!?!?!?)

So this forces us into a decision. Wait 0-3 years at our agency with an excellent profile or switch agencies and possibly have to redo the profile that took me months to write?

Well, friends, we're out on a limb. We're staying with our small agency and betting on the high quality profile to not make us wait 3 years.

The best news about that decision is that it's not mutually exclusive of another decision. If, in 6 months, our profile has seen no action, we'll start talking with some of the other agencies and figure something out from there. So really, we win. We get to stay with the agency we've been working with, and we don't really have to make any sort of a decision until we feel like it. Now that's my kind of decision!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Welcome back, ICLW!

I remembered to do ICLW this month, for which I'm quite glad, since I completely forgot in September and was a terrible blogger and commenter, so I hope that more people will come and read and stay for a while!

Here are some interesting things about me that will help you get to know me better.

1) Mister and I are planning to complete a domestic adoption. We are in the waiting phase, otherwise known as the "it's completely out of our control and there's nothing more we can do" phase. We're waiting for our social worker to finish writing our home study, we're waiting for our fingerprint clearances to be returned by the FBI (8-12 weeks, how 'bout that for efficient governance...sigh.) and we're waiting to be ready to wait to be matched.

2) I majored in music in college. I wasn't (and still am not) particularly talented, but I loved playing the piano in high school, so I picked my major in college because I thought it would be fun. I am, as you might say, the complete opposite of driven. I studied music because I loved it. I knew so many people in college who studied economics or science so that they'd get jobs. It's 12 years later, I have no job, and they probably do. But whatever. I had so much fun doing what I loved for those 4 years.

3) I got this new cookbook last week, Martha Stewart's Cupcakes. I'm thinking about doing a Julie & Julia style project and baking each one of the 175 cupcakes in the book. I don't know if I'd do it as a blog or not though. I'm sure someone else already has, so it's not like I'm the first person to think of such things. Or even if anyone would be interested in looking at pictures of my cupcakes.

4) I'm slightly obsessed with Christmas music. I have 31 hours of Christmas music on my computer right now. It's October. I'll add more throughout the season. And that says nothing of all the CDs that I have. I have no idea how much Christmas music I actually have. I try not to listen to it before November though. I figure that while early November isn't really when most people turn on their Christmas music, putting it on in October would make me an object of public scorn and ridicule. So I wait until November. Usually.

5) I hate cold. Hate it, hate it, hate it. To the point that I wish that people could hibernate. If I were a bear, I'd be getting ready to go to sleep now and I'd wake up in March or so. It sounds excellent to me. I hate cold, I like to sleep. Clearly, I should have been a bear.

What is something interesting about you?

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Extended Family

I am the only girl in my family and I have 3 brothers. My mom was the oldest of 4 kids in her family, and they never really got along. My dad was one of 5 kids, and he always seemed to get along well with his brothers and sister. The cousins I grew up with are the cousins on my dad's side. As kids, we would get together several times a year. We were kind of in the middle of all the cousins - one group lived about an hour north of us and another group lived about an hour south.

As we were growing up, it was really important to my mom that my brothers and I would get along and love each other and enjoy being together. She wanted us to enjoy each other's companionship as kids, but also that it would carry over and that we'd enjoy each other as adults as well. Quite honestly, we really do. I love my brothers. I love my brother's wife. Happy, happy. I love my immediate family. (Are my brothers always my immediate family, or is immediate family only the people who live in your house? I never really knew the official designation on that one.)

So I have a bunch of cousins, all about my age. They're all late 20s-early 30s. I don't really know how to categorize how I feel about my cousins; it's kind of weird. When we were kids, we enjoyed playing together 3-4 times a year. Anyway, my cousins are fine. This is where it's kind of weird to describe the relationship I have with my cousins. They're fine. I don't dislike them, but I'm kind of neutral on them. Now, as adults, we've all sort of moved away to whatever different places we live. Maybe we see them once a year. So yeah, they're fine, I'm happy to see them when I see them, but we're not like the BFF cousins that some people are.

At any rate, of these cousins, only one is married. They were married 5 years ago. (See where this is going yet???) I can't really remember when I saw them last. Maybe 2 years ago. Anyway.

So I just got this e-mail from my dad. Forwarded from my cousin who sent a mass e-mail pregnancy announcement that his wife is pregnant. But he didn't have the e-mail addresses for the cousins, so could all the aunts and uncles please pass along the news. So my dad e-mailed all 4 of us. No comment, no note, just passed it along. (Now that I think about that, I wonder what my dad is thinking. The whole ripple effect of IF...)

I have 2 observations on this pregnancy announcement.

1) When people I dearly love get pregnant, I think it's the greatest news I've ever heard. When my closest friends have told me (even by e-mail) that they're pregnant, I am truly, genuinely thrilled for them. When people I'm kind of neutral on are pregnant, I'm not really sure how to react. It's happy news; I hope everything goes well for them. But that's pretty much as much brain space as I would like to give this. "Wow. Great, good for you! That's happy news and I hope everything goes well." And that's the extent of the brain space on this. But there's the gut-punch and the heart space. I'm pretty much a selfish jerk, but I WANT MY TURN!!!

2) My older brother is a much better, kinder person than I am. (Or a better faker.) He and his wife are also adopting. (This falls into the category of being truly, genuinely thrilled for other people. I already love my little niecephew (like that word I just made up?!)) so much. So they're walking this IF/adoption road. They get it. Which just makes our adoption that much more extraordinary. Upon receiving this e-mail from my dad, my brother replied back to all of us and said, "What awesome news for A&J! So exciting!"

That was not what I was thinking. Not the e-mail I would have sent, which is why I have not yet replied. My brother is a better person, or a better faker. Either way.

Am I a terrible person for not wanting to reply to this e-mail to congratulate my cousin on their functioning body parts? Am I a terrible person for not wanting to e-mail all my brothers right now to say that I'm thrilled that my cousins' bodies work? I mean, it is good. I'm glad for them that their bodies work. And, of course, I have no evidence of how well their bodies work. I've not asked them, nor will I. I have no idea what it took for them to achieve this pregnancy, so it's possible that they don't particularly feel like their bodies do work.

Meh. Who knows. I guess I'll send my cousin an e-mail congratulating them on their news. It is good news.

Someday I'll have good news too. I hate that that's my takeaway from everyone else's good news.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Let's Talk About Music Today

I love music. I almost always have something playing in the background at home. I don't ever drive without music on, so I'm pretty much always listening to something.

Today I will share with you some of my favorite music.

1) Brett Dennen. I have loved Brett Dennen's music for a few years now, and I have to thank the iTunes Genius for recommending him to me. Aside from enjoying his music, I have since discovered that Brett and I have the same birthday (10 days from today, yo!) Also, it cracks me up that he performs barefoot. I'd do everything barefoot if I could, or at least in flip flops. I wonder if it's an October 28 thing.

Here is a video of Brett Dennen singing one of my favorite songs, Blessed.

It's a long video - 9 minutes. It's a great song, one of my favorite songs ever. He says, "Blessed is this life, and I'm going to celebrate being alive."

Also awesome is the fact that the only time I've seen Brett Dennen live was at Red Rocks this summer. This video was from another time at Red Rocks though, so it's not the concert that I went to. But same idea. Red Rocks was incredible, as an aside. If you ever have the chance, you ought to go.

2) Priscilla Ahn. I just love her. I first heard her music on Pandora and subsequently bought her entire album. She's based in LA, so I have not ever had a chance to hear her live. She just has the sweetest, loveliest voice. This is a video of one of my favorite songs of hers, Find My Way Back Home. She plays the ukulele. How awesome is that?

So the type of music that I tend to like is the indie/folky singer/songwriter type. Which is why even 8 months later it continues to surprise me that this was one of the funniest things I've ever seen on TV. I recorded it on Tivo and rewound and rewatched this scene over and over. It still cracks me up.

This gave me a newfound respect for Michael Bublé. Don't get me wrong, I haven't bought his album or anything, but I'm about to make an important tie-in here. The song that he sings in this skit is very similar to the song, "Haven't Met You Yet." Which, as dorky as it may be, is one of the songs that gives me hope through this adoption wait. In fact, it's hard for me to even type these words and not tear up a little bit. Which kind of makes me feel even dorkier. A Michael Bublé song makes me cry. Sheesh.

I might have to wait, I'll never give up.
I guess it's half timing and the other half's luck.
Wherever you are, whenever it's right,
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life.

And I know that we can be so amazing.
And, baby, your love is gonna change me.
And I can see every possibility...

What's new in music for you these days?

Sunday, October 17, 2010


Happy birthday to me!

Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning 34 this year. Kind of crazy, because I don't usually feel that old. I don't really know what age I "feel." I'm also not sure that I know what any age feels like anyway, so I guess it's moot to even try to figure that out.

So because of my birthday, I've been doing some heavy introspection recently, and I'm determined to make some changes in my life, kind of as a birthday present to myself. What's really weird, though, is that the changes that I want to make in my life as a birthday present, I'm thinking of them as a 35th birthday present. Things I'd like to be in place in my life by the time I'm 35.

When I was a young'un and I sat down to make the beautiful life plan that would be the rest of my life, it went like this... Mister and I would graduate college at 22, get married at 23/24, have our first baby about a year later, keep having some more babies until we had 3-5 babies and we were about 34. Somewhere in there we would buy the perfect Victorian house, drive fabulous cars..... blah, blah, blah.

Here's what happened from that list. Mister and I graduated college at 22. We did eventually get married, of course, but we were 26! So already starting off I was mad because we were about 2 years "late" on the master plan. Then a year later, we started TTC and here we are now.

This is important for my birthday, of course, because from the time that I was 26-29, I told myself that it'd be OK, I could still meet my goals if we could just have one baby by the time I turned 30. Have one baby and buy a house. Any house, I didn't really care.

Well, 30 came, childless and renting. (31, 32, and 33 have also come childless and renting, for that matter, but I'm really in a different place about that now.) I decided that I didn't want to walk around thinking of myself as a failure, so I gave myself a few more years to meet those goals. I said that probably when I was 35, we'd have bought a house and had babies, and definitely by 40.

Of course, here comes 35. In 366 short days, I'll be 35. And part of my heavy introspection is that I'm holding myself to these goals that are not actually goals. I have absolutely no control over when we'll have a baby. Maybe by the time I'm 35, maybe not. Maybe we'll have bought a house by then, but maybe not.

Aside from these 2 unmet non-goals, I have an awesome life. I simply can't justify walking around this awesome life feeling like I've let myself down. Because I haven't let myself down at all. We have (almost) everything we want, we travel, we eat out, we stay out late, we want for nothing. Many people in the world would look at my life and think I'm living a dream life. And in some ways, I definitely am.

So for my 35th birthday, I decided that I needed different goals. I am not going to have the goal that "maybe by next year we'll have a baby and we'll own our own house." Because yeah, maybe we will. But maybe we won't, and that'll be OK too. My focus for my 34th year will be to get my life in order for turning 35. Baby or no baby, house or no house. So for one year, I will do these things that are actually goals. These are specific, measurable, attainable, relevant, time-bound goals. Not just "I hope I have a baby by then" goals.

Here are the gifts that I will give myself by the time I'm 35:

1) (Not so much measurable or time-bound, this one is just a SAR goal, I guess.) Goal #1 - Lay off. Really, back off and give myself some slack. I am absolutely not a failure in my life for not having had children. Most people wouldn't look at me and think of me that way, so I'm going to try to stop too. I'm compassionate and have great empathy for others, now it's time to apply some of that to myself.

2) Give up soda. I drink way too much. I'm concerned about the health, environmental, and philosophical impact of all the artificial sweetners, caffeine, plastic bottles, chemicals and even the financial cost of it all. I'm going back to water, wine, beer, and iced tea. Maybe lemonade sometimes too, if I feel like it. But as much as I love soda, I think it's doing me more harm than good. I may definitely need the entire year for this goal, but that's all right. I'll get there. I'm not buying any soda after my 34th birthday. I'll still drink whatever is already in the house, but I will not supply myself with anymore soda after October 28.

3) Exercising at least 3 times a week. A few weeks ago, I walked 5 miles every day, which is drastic, I know. I went from 0 miles a day to 5, and I think that it would be an unrealistic, unattainable goal to say that I'll walk 5 miles a day 5x a week. So I'm going to leave it a little more attainable and realistic and say that I will do some form of exercise at least 3 times a week for the next year.

4) Read at least 1 book a month. I love to read, but TV and the internet compete better for my attention. I'm embarrassed to think that if someone asked me, "What have you read recently?" it would become another famous gotcha. "What have you read recently?" isn't a trick question, as we've all heard, and if people in public life will be the object of scorn and ridicule for not reading, then I'd better hold myself to at least that lowest bar of conversation. Because seriously, if I went on a job interview and the principal asked me that, I'd stutter and freeze on that one. Unless Martha Stewart's Cupcakes cookbook counts, which I kind of don't think it does.

That's it. 4 short goals. I'm starting them on my 34th birthday hoping they'll be habits by the time I'm 35. Cut myself some slack, give up soda, exercise and read. I think I can do it. It's my own personal New Year, so why not throw some resolutions in there. And, of course, if sometime along the path of being 34 years old, I happen to have a baby or buy a house, I'm open to those as well.

However, the best news of all is that having just read Martha Stewart's Cupcakes cookbook, I have some awesome ideas for what birthday cake I should have...

Friday, October 15, 2010

Dog walking and grief

OMG. It is so cold here today. The weather display on my computer says 60 and there's a thermometer at one of the banks in town. It said 62. I am feeling a little outrageous today and therefore will flat-out call both my computer and the bank liars. LIARS! There is no way it is 60 or 62. My hands feel like ice.

I took the dog for a walk down at the beach, and despite freezing our butts off, it was a really nice time. She was full of energy, rolling in the sand, digging for shellfish (yes, it's true - she's a freak.) and she even went in the water. She typically hates the water, but for whatever reason today she actually had all 4 paws in.

This is a weird mental digression that I'm about to take, but it's rattling around in my mind, so I'm going to try to put it into words. Please don't think I'm too insane or weird on this one.

As many of you probably know, my mom died 5 years ago. While I would say that most days, I don't feel like I'm actively still grieving, every once in a while something will bring it up and here I am again. One thing I can say for sure is that losing my mom fundamentally, to the core, changed who I am. As it would anyone, I'm sure.

One of the ways that I feel changed plays out most dramatically in my relationship with my Zoe dog. We got her about a month after my mom died, so we've had her for just more than 5 years. She's now 6 years old. Beagles are supposed to live 12-15 years, they say. So Zoe is about middle-aged, I guess.

Because she's my dog and we've had her for almost her whole life, I really know her. I see her slowing down. She's not a puppy anymore. The vet says she's not getting old, she's 6 and in the middle of her life and I shouldn't see slowing down and that I probably don't really see it. My aunt, who has had many beagles says that 6 is the middle of her life, she's not slowing down, beagles can live for 15 years. Zoe must not be slowing down.

But here's the thing. She's my dog. I see her. I know her. She's slowing down. And maybe when I say that she's slowing down, this is where other people mean something else. Here's what I mean. I mean that if I took her down to that beach every single day in a week, maybe once or twice would she play like she did today. If I had taken her down to that beach when she was 2 or 3, she would play like that every time.

So when I take her to the beach and she wants to pull me off the path because she wants to go in the water and dig in the sand and eat clams (well that part is not OK with me) it stands out to me. It's a rare occasion that she wants to do that. So I let her, obviously.

The good way that I am changed from my mom's death is that I am acutely aware of the passage of time. I recognize that these fun times at the beach are fewer and further between than they used to be. But that makes me more present in those times when we're in one of those rare times that a walk is more than a regular walk. I'm really there with her and enjoying myself (except when she starts eating the clams. That's just weird.)

But the bad way that I am changed is this. "She's middle-aged. Beagles are supposed to live until they're 12-15 years." True. But mothers are supposed to live until they're 80-100. "Zoe's in the middle of her life. She's not slowing down." My mother was in the middle of her life, too. We have no guarantee of tomorrow, none of us. Not my mom, not me, not you, not my dog.

I try to take the good out of that and say that since we've no guarantee of tomorrow, if the dog wants to go on the beach and roll in the sand, then we absolutely have time to do that today.

I hate to think I'm grieving bad things before they've happened. That's the other side of that bittersweet feeling that comes with a dog randomly getting the energy to roll in the sand. I can't notice only that she's doing something she wouldn't do 6 of the 7 days this week. How can you think of the one time something happens without acknowledging the 6 times this week it hasn't happened? I'm happy that she had fun today. But also very aware that the last 6 times we've been at the beach, she hasn't wanted to roll in the sand.

I just reread this and I think I'm insane. So to pay you off for sticking around until the end of this post, I give you a picture of my beloved Zoe. Because if she wanted to roll in the sand and play in the water, I dare you to say no to her. Go ahead, try.

Yeah, I can't either. I can say no to her eating clams though. That's still just weird. And gross.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

My Fun Weekend

Remember how I told you yesterday that I had an awesome weekend? Well it was so great! First, look who I met!

True, not the greatest picture. But hey, who cares? It's Duff! He even shook my hand. (Too bad I didn't get a picture of that moment!) This weekend was the NYC Wine and Food Festival, and they do all these different events, parties and cooking demonstrations. This was from the dessert event called Sweet. Oh my gosh, there were so many people there! It was in this huge event space that was the most sprawling thing ever. There were probably 5 or 6 huge rooms full of people and tables. Each table was a different baker or restaurant. And most importantly, at each table were samples of each baker's or restaurant's best dessert. I ate so many cupcakes, brownies, cookies, pie, chocolate mousse, gelato, you name it. After you sampled, you got to vote on which one was your favorite, and then the winning bakery or restaurant got a prize. The Clinton Street Bakery were the winners for an incredible upside down pear tart. Oh, it was wonderful! It was a lot of fun. And Mister and I got all dressed up and spent the evening in the city, which I always love to do.

Sunday was our day of lawn care. Mister cut the grass, and I took down my garden. I've never had a garden before this year, and it wasn't particularly successful, so I haven't decided if I'll do it again next year or not. But we took out the tomato cages, weeded everything (except the front walk) and raked a little bit. We went to Home Depot and bought some mums for the front of the house so we could be fall-ish and decorative. We grabbed some pumpkins and set up a little fall display.

Also, we had an interesting mum experience at Home Depot. As you can see, those are really large pots of mums. They were on the shelf, and we had one of those flatbed carts. I picked up one pot and Mister picked up the other. We left the mums on the cart for a few minutes and went out to the front of the store to look at the pumpkins. While we were out there, my face started to feel really itchy. I asked Mister if my forehead was red. He said that it was, but really my whole face was red. Then a minute later, I noticed that he was scratching too. "Is my neck red?" he asked. Uh oh. It was a really long itchy ride home from Home Depot! We didn't suspect the mums right away though. While we were inside the store, we saw some of the bulbs for gardens for next year. I picked up the hyacinth bulbs and I was looking at the package. I noticed a warning that said, "Hyacinth bulbs have been known to cause skin irritation in some people. Please wear gloves when handling them." So naturally, when I got itchy 10 minutes later, I blamed the hyacinth bulbs. I didn't think it was the mums until we got home. By then, we had both stopped itching and then we unloaded the mums from the car. By the time we got inside, both of our necks and faces were itchy again. I really like those mums. I think they're very pretty. But when it's time to clean them up, I say, "NOT IT!!" Or maybe I'll wear a hat and a scarf and a ski mask or something!

Monday, October 11, 2010


OK, let me tell you about my day so far.

First, I had to do some laundry or I couldn't get dressed. So I started off doing laundry so that I could get dressed and get moving on my day.

Once I got dressed, I had to go to the grocery store, which I usually do on Mondays, so it's kind of my regular schedule. We always go to this grocery store that is kind of far away. It's way better, and a lot of stuff is cheaper. It's kind of like a farm stand type of grocery store, but they pretty much have most things we need. But it's about 20 minutes away and we definitely pass about 5 perfectly reasonable grocery stores on the way. Now this is like the Disneyworld of grocery stores - they have characters in costumes, animatronic robots who sing songs for the kids, and whatnot. It's kind of weird. So dummy here forgot that it's not a school day. Now they have all these special kid activities going on, a hayride, a pumpkin carver, a magician, and a band. It took a while to get through the store, but I highly prefer this store, so I don't really complain that it takes long. I know it takes long, and that's part of the deal with going to the better store, I get that.

So I got home from the grocery store and I had to bake. Mister had asked me last week if I would bake something today for his class tomorrow. He's leading his small group discussion and thought it would be friendlier if his leadership offered baked goods. I agreed, so I said I'd make some brownies today.

But first, I've been really craving chocolate chip cookies, so I thought that I'd bake both. It's not really hard to bake either, so certainly I could bake both. Fine, great, an afternoon of baking. I put the dog outside on her tie-out so she can enjoy the nice weather and I started to collect my supplies. Then, uh-oh.... I won't have enough chocolate chips to make a batch of cookies. (This is when I'm really grateful that on the way to the good store we pass about 5 other stores...) So I realize I have to get to the store so I can finish my cookies.

Off I go! This is how it goes to this store. It's pretty close, 4 or 5 minutes to drive there. But then parking fiasco! 10 minutes to park! Then another 10 minutes to shop and pay! Then walk back to the car and another 10 minutes to get out of the parking lot! Then another 4 or 5 minutes to drive home. I needed chocolate chips and it takes 45 minutes. :( Oh well, I say. That's again, part of the deal. If you live in a big town, that's how these things go.

I got home, get my chocolate chips and go inside. I made the cookies, and I'm all set to start making brownies. Then, uh-oh... I don't have enough cocoa to make the brownies. So I realize I have to get to the store so I can finish my brownies....

Actually, this was where I told Mister that I was about to lose my mind and would not be making a 3rd trip to the store on the same day. He agreed and offered to pick some cocoa up for me on his way home if I would make the brownies tonight after dinner. So now I'm relaxing before I start dinner. What a crazy day!

Mister and I had a super fun weekend, which will require a separate post because it was just that awesome. I think I'll make that post tomorrow.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Sweet Dreams...

I dreamed about my baby last night. She was perfect and beautiful and awesome. I kept looking at her and thinking that I couldn't believe she was here and real. Of course, then I woke up and realized that she wasn't here or real, but it was a great dream while it lasted. I love those dreams; it gives me so much hope to think that this adoption is for real, even if we don't know who or where or when our baby will be here. It kind of feels like when you are reading a really tense or scary book and you read the last chapter, just to know that it'll all work out. That dream reminds me that it'll all work out. So thanks for checking in, Baby! It was great to see you. I can't wait until you're here and real.

Oh and speaking of the dream baby, this is weird. The dream baby had a name, which is a name that I would never use. It's a good name, but it's a friend's daughter's name. But in my dream, it was my baby's name, and it was great. Then first thing this morning, I took the dog for a walk in the park. We met another dog along the path and I asked the owner what her dog's name was... it was the name of my friend's daughter, and my dream baby from last night! Weird, right?

Friday, October 1, 2010

Blog Award!!

Well, I've never gotten a blog award before, so it's kind of exciting. Thanks to Lauren, my blog buddy who shares my Connecticut/Pennsylvania roots.

So now I get to do a post about getting an award.

Here are the rules:
- thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.
- share 7 things about yourself.
- pass the award on to 7 other bloggers who you think are fabulous.
- contact the bloggers you chose and let them know about the award.

Seven Things About Me
1) When we moved from Massachusetts to Connecticut, I spent probably 6-7 months hating it and wishing I could go back to small-town life. Now I find myself wishing we lived closer to NYC.

2) In order to adopt from our agency in CT, we had to have a family member write a letter of reference for us. Mister and I decided to ask my older brother and his wife write a letter on our behalf. On the same day that we told them about our adoption and asked them for help with our paperwork, they told us that they're also adopting and needed help with their paperwork as well! I'm going to be a mom and an auntie!

3) I love Netflix and I've been watching a lot of stuff lately. Here's the odd thing - I get movies and TV shows on DVD, but when I have both a season of a TV show and a movie at the same time, I watch an entire season of a TV show in 2 or 3 days, and a full-length film will sit on the coffee table for an entire week. I buzzed through 3 seasons of Gossip Girl and 4 seasons of Grey's Anatomy in about 2 weeks. I got the Lovely Bones, and I kept it for probably 2 weeks before I watched it. There's something much more doable about watching shows in 42 minute segments than a 120 minute movie. I don't know what it is. I'm a weirdo.

4) I have weird control-freak issues about the dumbest things - for example, I like the play counts on my iTunes playlists to match up. This affects my life not at all, but I just like the look of having everything all lined up. Of course, as soon as I had everything on my favorite playlist all even, Mister plugged his iPad into my computer and messed up all my play counts. Now I'll have to even it all out again.

5) My mother always told me (probably everyone's mother said this at one point) "When you grow up and have a kid, you'll see... she'll be JUST.... LIKE..... YOU!!!!!!" I guess it'll be good that we will have had to prepare so much for parenthood. I was kind of a whirlwind as a kid.

6) (This is only kind of about me, indirectly.) My dog's name is Zoe, named for the character on Sesame Street, kind of. When we got her, I was teaching 2nd grade, and I asked the children for input on what we should name her. One of the girls said we should name the dog Zoe because she'd always wanted a dog, and if she ever got a boy dog, she'd name him Elmo. On Sesame Street, Elmo's girlfriend is Zoe, and if she ever got a boy dog named Elmo, she'd bring him over to our house and he could be our dog's boyfriend and it would be just like Sesame Street. I thought that was one of the funniest uses of kid logic that I'd ever heard, so of course I had to agree to it. Zoe it was.

7) I'll finish with a childhood gem. One of my younger brothers was severely asthmatic as a child. He's better now, but he logged lots of hospital time as a youngster. One of those times was completely my fault.... My parents had a tiny B&W TV that they kept in their bedroom. They'd move it into our rooms sometimes just for fun. My brother and I were camping out in his room, getting ready to watch Little House on the Prairie. Just before Little House was to begin, President Reagan busted in with an address. Two little kids watching a Presidential address, well, clearly we weren't paying any attention to the content of the speech. We started making fun of the way he spoke, and his voice, and my imitation of President Reagan was so dead-on that my brother started laughing and couldn't stop. Then he started wheezing and couldn't stop. Then he stopped breathing and couldn't start. Oops. Off they went to the hospital, where he stayed for a few days. I felt pretty guilty about that one. It all ended well, though, so we can laugh about it now. I'm fairly certain that neither of my parents felt much like laughing that night though.

So those are 7 things about me. Now onto the tagging of 7 people I think are fabulous.

I tag:

Grace from Chois-R-Us
Tillie from A Nuttier Life

Whew. That was hard. But fun. Thanks Lauren for tagging me!