So far this summer we have been to 4 local carnivals, how many more can we hit?
Blah blah blah June 26, 2006
It’s after 11:00 and I just now put our sheets in the dryer (yes, we only have 1 set of sheets, we are pathetic). So now I am sitting here with time to kill. So I thought I would just make a list of my random thoughts…
I am ready to get to work on our dossier, hopefully we will get the paperwork late this week or next and we can finally get started. As of now I am truly thinking (hoping) we will have our baby here next spring, a referral by Christmas would be wonderful but who really knows. I talk to Supergirl a lot about her baby brother, she’s going to be really confused if by some freak chance we get a referral for a girl! Daddy-O bought her a giraffe from Ethiopia and I told her that her baby brother sent it to her. She carried it around the house all morning introducing it to all of her other stuffed animals. It particularly liked the elephant and now the two travel as a pair.
Daddy-O and I have been talking a lot about our plans for the future, aka ‘when am I going to get a real job.’ This talk seems to go hand in hand with the ‘just how many kids are we going to have’ talk. Right now I am working, but usually only 12 hours/week. This is great for now, but someday I will actually have to start working a little more. The biggest problem is I still have no idea what I want to do and in the field of social work the job opportunities are extremely diverse. Obviously I would like something with a flexible schedule that pays more so I can work less (who doesn’t). Unfortunately this job has yet to throw itself at me. So for now, 12 hours per week works just fine and will continue to work fine until Baby has been here for a good while.
I guess that’s all I got tonight, I just really would like to go to bed. Maybe I’ll sleep sheetless…
Happy Birthday to me June 24, 2006
Today is my birthday. I have nothing clever or insightful to write (so what's new). Just that I am one year older. 27. Just a few more until 30. Most of the day I kept thinking "this time 27 years ago mom was in labor" it's amazing how much being a mother changes your line of thinking. So anyways, the day is now almost over and I just thought I'd let you know. I'm older.
Fix’er Up’er June 20, 2006
The other day I mentioned to Daddy-O that our can-opener is no longer working correctly. He states that he has not fixed it because there is no "repair slip" on it. Repair Slip?
So…
As of now, the repair department has yet to show up…
My dad June 17, 2006
Here are 10 reasons why I love my dad:
1. For teaching me how to play chess (and never letting me win).
2. For taking me fishing–I remember waking up before dawn and getting to see the sun rise from the boat. And for making me feel so cool when I caught a 'big' fish, you even showed it off to the guys at Dairy Queen on our way home.
3. For when I got my own phone line and would call our house (from my bedroom) after everyone was in bed and ask you to bring me a drink of water. You always did!
4. For having 'the talk' with my first date.
5. For my 'surprise' 18th birthday party.
6. For all the late night computer games.
7. For not ratting us out the day we went to Ada for lunch even though we were on official 'school business' for you, and for telling us it was because you skipped every Wednesday of your senior year.
8. For always being the 'nice' one and showing me what that means. Especially when you go and talk to people, when the rest of us don't because we don't know what to say. You don't know what to say either, you just know it's important to go anyways.
9. For the moment right before you walked me down the aisle. When you said, "It's not too late, we can still leave. There are plenty of cars out there, we could make a break for it right now."
10. For the moment in the hospital, after I had Supergirl and all the grandma's had left and it was just us. You just sat there and held her and stared at her for the longest time. I could feel how much you love both of us.
Oh, and I just have to add… Because you are such a dork!!! And you even passed some of that dorkiness on to me. Thanks!
Local Entertainment June 16, 2006
Daddy-O and I have found a new form of television viewing pleasure. Local city council meetings. We first started watching the meeting of our own town on occasion just to see the town grump who shows up and accuses the council members of breaking various laws.
However, last night we watched the meeting of a nearby town in which everyone hates the new mayor. Things were getting pretty heated when a councilman begins questioning the mayor about her daily meetings with some man named Mark. Mayor gets very defensive. Councilman takes advantage of this and yells question after question about these clandestine meetings only to be quieted by Councilman #2.
Councilman #2 (to councilman #1): I have a question for you. Doesn't your daughter work at Walgreen's?
Councilman #1: (he hesitates) yes…
Councilman #2: Oh yeah, that's right. She DID work there until she got fired for stealing from them.
Chaos ensues. Seriously, people, it was beautiful.
I know what you're thinking, and you are right. We are officially the biggest losers in the world. 
Baby steps June 15, 2006
Today we put our USCIS I-600a in the mail (an immigration form). One more small amount of progress. Yay for us.
I also ran across this. It is always hard to wrap my mind around the idea of so many children living in the streets. I know there are homeless here, but it is just so different.
yet even more sleep issues June 15, 2006
Okay, so we read Supergirl several stories and tuck her into bed. When we leave the room she gets up, does her obligatory 3 second cry and then retires to the rocking chair to read books. She will sit there and read (with only a nightlight) until she finally falls asleep in the chair. At which point we can walk in the room and say "Supergirl, it's time to go to bed." She will put the book down, go lay down in bed, and fall asleep without a complaint. Now, this would be fine, except sometimes it repeats itself. At some point during the night she decides it is time for another read and falls asleep in her chair, book in hand. Back to bed. And almost always around 6:30 or 7:00 time for yet one more book, back to sleep in chair. What the crap? The girl just can't get enough!! It may be time for an Intervention…
SuperMommy June 13, 2006
As an avid Supernanny watcher I have decided it is time for a new show. One that will have a mom come in and teach me how to be a better mother. I need help. I need help learning how to be a better mom, a better wife, a better daughter. She would have to be one of those supermoms who does everything and still looks great all the time (never looks tired) and never complains. She could take me to the grocery store and teach me about meat as I am clueless. How do I know if it is good, what is the difference between a pork steak and a pork chop, how do I cook it? How do I know when a canteloupe is ripe? She could buy me a whole new wardrobe so I could have the 'desperate housewives' look, perhaps even showing me how to stay in shape. She could teach me all kinds of educational games to play with my daughter and romantic gestures to do for my husband. She would get me sending cards and letters to my mom all the time, along with calling her often and always being appreciative.
Of course, at the end of the show we would figure out this is actually impossible. That the supermommy they sent is a meth addict who is not sure if her husband really is the father. I would come out looking like a hero.
Hey, that really would be a good show…
Horseradishes and Helicopters June 11, 2006
Today we rode in a helicopter.
All three of us. Scary? A little. Partly because it had this on the side:
Revelation 19:11—I'll have to look that one up. But mostly because it was a helicopter on a trailer at the 'International Horseradish Festival.' Oh yeah, there really is such a thing. Who knew the horseradish was such a versatile vegetable…or root…or whatever the heck it is. Daddy-O even made a horseradish car to race in the horseradish derby. Unfortunately, it sucked… It was blown away by those dang 10-year-old professional derby-goers. Lesson learned: fill horseradish with as much weight as possible.
Back to the helicopter, I did consider the fact it may not be the best idea when the guy asked if I wanted to sit up front with Supergirl (there were no doors on the front and no seat belt for the girlie) We opted for the back seat and she was VERY brave and very impressed with the ride. I guess we can now say we did it.
And we can't forget the pony rides
