kyburg | This post NSFW -

It's Sunday, it's chilly and I've got to get a move on and get ready for tonight.

Bugger. Don't wanna.

Uhhhhh.

Whatever.

We are the proud owners of a GameCube. The means by which this was obtained was a bit wild and wooly (ask

unclejimbo about it, it wasn't my idea...) - to do what with, you say?

What do both of us have GameBoys for?

Hint: has a lot to do with a little yellow rat. It's so pathetic.

And perversely entertaining.

I won't go into much detail on the subject, but our file for the foster parent certification just got a six-month extension - we have a huge number of hurdles to jump over. Again.

By the time we finish the process, we will have been fingerprinted three times, have had at least three social workers go through our drawers (both figurative and literal), been through three rounds of coursework...and be asked, time and time again - are you sure you want to go through with this?

Oh, and I'll have that DoJ and FBI file after this, too. Like it or not.

If you keep reading the papers and note who does get through the process, you wonder what they must be thinking of you! (Quick and dirty, kids who end up in the DCFS system get abused/molested/raped by their caregivers four times the national average - yup, you rescue a kid and put him in the system and he has a four times greater risk of it happening again.) With all of the screening. And stuff.

And we've been handed a requirement to do more. Because - oh, I don't know why exactly, bullshit yes I do - we were honest. About everything. *kicks*

But you'll have to excuse me. I have housework to get done.