*stretches*

It's Monday, and I'm being reminded I need to note things as they pass by - otherwise, it's actually GOING AWAY and I won't remember to note it later.

That said? How to make Donna cry at her desk. That also said? This is the world of child abuse, regardless of whether these are adoptees, foster children or the homegrown variety. Cases increase in bad economic times (surprised?), where there is a lack of services or education to deal with it and here's the best case I can point to prove the statement - this is a system that only has time for homicides. You tell me who's looking after the kids.

Aren't you glad she is? And maybe these guys too, come to think of it.

Taking an old idea and making it AWESOME. If these guys are coming to the Festival, I'm bringing sweet tea. I should check. Regardless, the book is MINE.

My weekend was spent teaching manners. IE, you are going to hear me - and some things are now off the list. I will not repeat myself more than twice. Third time, it's physical. That's me taking a hand, tipping a chin to make eye contact or physically removing you from the floor where you have thrown yourself because (oh dear, pick one) and put you on your bed to thrash where you will not hurt yourself when I leave the room. And leave the room I will. I'm pleased to report I didn't have to do that much or often. No, screaming and flailing gets you nowhere.

To the good, we have re-discovered bubble bath with the added fillip of shaving cream gel. (Mommy, I'm all wrinkly! That's okay, hon. Now we can take a look at your nails....)

I've also found some more fizzies with toys in them. They are Moomin-themed, rose-scented and are absolutely fall-down cute adorable wonderful. I think I may make some panorama eggs or such like them with the little toys - we are getting quite the collection of them. (Yes, I bought them ALL, don't judge.)

We also went back to Dave & Busters where Jim pulled a HUGE dolphin out of the HUGE claw machine and we now have to find a place for it. (I also pulled out a number of things from the typical variety, once of which is a cross between a horse and a sea turtle. No, really. It's at my desk, my hurtle. The things one gets as prizes.)

We have an interim minister at church - a very nice lady whose specialty is interim ministries. This is what she does - this is ALL she does. She's also a Cub's fan from St. Louis. reannon is laughing right now. I'm sure of it. One of the subjects involved siblings, which is something kid is currently wrapping his head around - along with the 'so-and-so is a girl/boy' thing - so we've introduced the idea that he's going to be a Big Brother someday (it might be when he's in first grade, but even so) and he likes the idea. (I've been hearing about it continuously since then.) The current referrals I can see also tend to lead me to believe we are going to be asked to parent a baby-baby - used to be the range was 6 to 16 months, right now every placement has been 8 - 9 months, pretty tight. Which reminds me, I need to contact my agency to update the homestudy....

We also got some Tommy and Hank time on Saturday night, which I really really appreciated. It helps to be flexible - but it also helps if you have friends who will bend FOR you. I need more of this kind of time - just finding a way through to it is tough.

I don't care what Tiger does. Tiger needs to go home and clean up his mess, if you really want an opinion.

If you want to know where the boys want to sit on the trip to KY in June:



There you go.

My elementary school principal found and friended me on Facebook over the weekend. Um, I was seven when he met me? Here's someone who could confirm *everything* I've posted recently - and I'm almost curious enough to ask him to. That said - I might not because I know he was - and is - genuinely fond of me (and it was a no win situation then). Probably in his nineties and is learning to use Facebook. I had good role models, you ask me. No surprise, right?

At last count, I know of almost a dozen babies on the way. No, really. I can crochet and knit, but not that fast. NINE MONTHS IS NOT ENOUGH.

United Airlines is on my no-fly list, and has been there for a very, very long time. American is very close, if not right next to them. Alaskan Airlines is one of the few American carriers I will consider aside from Southwest, from whom I know what I'm going to get when I pay for it. They allow me miracles on the phone - ask me sometime. I bought stock in the company after that. But flying internationally, I don't even consider the American carriers anymore, point-blank. That's sad. The terrorists didn't win - we HIRED them.

There are a few things I love to eat that you probably don't. If you don't want the lima beans/beets/prunes - I'm you best friend, and don't forget it. You can have the bell peppers. No, really. All yours.

How many people can you get going in the same direction? And then make them do it jumping rope. AWESOME.

I'm going to have to dust off my old summer camp counselor chops. MIL tells me family reunion in KY is going to have upwards of 12 kids. (Not teenagers. Kid-kids.) I haz ideas. (Yes, this is work - but if I'm the only one thinking about while the other folks are getting food, invitations and parking arranged? I won't be the only one on the job!) I remember when this sort of thing was lawn darts and go throw rocks at each other. Um. I can do better than that.

I'm getting through some awesome books lately, but the last purchase of The Art of How To Train Your Dragon is getting attention like a very potent spirit...slow and in small doses. It's a beautiful artbook. The local NPR station has also sent me a new book as well - and wouldn't you know, it's on rewiring your own brain. Soon as I can get to it again, I'll post it and if you can read along with me? Win.

I also have bought flower seeds with the express intention of throwing them out the window of my car at random.

*stretches*

It's Monday, and I'm being reminded I need to note things as they pass by - otherwise, it's actually GOING AWAY and I won't remember to note it later.

That said? How to make Donna cry at her desk. That also said? This is the world of child abuse, regardless of whether these are adoptees, foster children or the homegrown variety. Cases increase in bad economic times (surprised?), where there is a lack of services or education to deal with it and here's the best case I can point to prove the statement - this is a system that only has time for homicides. You tell me who's looking after the kids.

Aren't you glad she is? And maybe these guys too, come to think of it.

Taking an old idea and making it AWESOME. If these guys are coming to the Festival, I'm bringing sweet tea. I should check. Regardless, the book is MINE.

My weekend was spent teaching manners. IE, you are going to hear me - and some things are now off the list. I will not repeat myself more than twice. Third time, it's physical. That's me taking a hand, tipping a chin to make eye contact or physically removing you from the floor where you have thrown yourself because (oh dear, pick one) and put you on your bed to thrash where you will not hurt yourself when I leave the room. And leave the room I will. I'm pleased to report I didn't have to do that much or often. No, screaming and flailing gets you nowhere.

To the good, we have re-discovered bubble bath with the added fillip of shaving cream gel. (Mommy, I'm all wrinkly! That's okay, hon. Now we can take a look at your nails....)

I've also found some more fizzies with toys in them. They are Moomin-themed, rose-scented and are absolutely fall-down cute adorable wonderful. I think I may make some panorama eggs or such like them with the little toys - we are getting quite the collection of them. (Yes, I bought them ALL, don't judge.)

We also went back to Dave & Busters where Jim pulled a HUGE dolphin out of the HUGE claw machine and we now have to find a place for it. (I also pulled out a number of things from the typical variety, once of which is a cross between a horse and a sea turtle. No, really. It's at my desk, my hurtle. The things one gets as prizes.)

We have an interim minister at church - a very nice lady whose specialty is interim ministries. This is what she does - this is ALL she does. She's also a Cub's fan from St. Louis. reannon is laughing right now. I'm sure of it. One of the subjects involved siblings, which is something kid is currently wrapping his head around - along with the 'so-and-so is a girl/boy' thing - so we've introduced the idea that he's going to be a Big Brother someday (it might be when he's in first grade, but even so) and he likes the idea. (I've been hearing about it continuously since then.) The current referrals I can see also tend to lead me to believe we are going to be asked to parent a baby-baby - used to be the range was 6 to 16 months, right now every placement has been 8 - 9 months, pretty tight. Which reminds me, I need to contact my agency to update the homestudy....

We also got some Tommy and Hank time on Saturday night, which I really really appreciated. It helps to be flexible - but it also helps if you have friends who will bend FOR you. I need more of this kind of time - just finding a way through to it is tough.

I don't care what Tiger does. Tiger needs to go home and clean up his mess, if you really want an opinion.

If you want to know where the boys want to sit on the trip to KY in June:



There you go.

My elementary school principal found and friended me on Facebook over the weekend. Um, I was seven when he met me? Here's someone who could confirm *everything* I've posted recently - and I'm almost curious enough to ask him to. That said - I might not because I know he was - and is - genuinely fond of me (and it was a no win situation then). Probably in his nineties and is learning to use Facebook. I had good role models, you ask me. No surprise, right?

At last count, I know of almost a dozen babies on the way. No, really. I can crochet and knit, but not that fast. NINE MONTHS IS NOT ENOUGH.

United Airlines is on my no-fly list, and has been there for a very, very long time. American is very close, if not right next to them. Alaskan Airlines is one of the few American carriers I will consider aside from Southwest, from whom I know what I'm going to get when I pay for it. They allow me miracles on the phone - ask me sometime. I bought stock in the company after that. But flying internationally, I don't even consider the American carriers anymore, point-blank. That's sad. The terrorists didn't win - we HIRED them.

There are a few things I love to eat that you probably don't. If you don't want the lima beans/beets/prunes - I'm you best friend, and don't forget it. You can have the bell peppers. No, really. All yours.

How many people can you get going in the same direction? And then make them do it jumping rope. AWESOME.

I'm going to have to dust off my old summer camp counselor chops. MIL tells me family reunion in KY is going to have upwards of 12 kids. (Not teenagers. Kid-kids.) I haz ideas. (Yes, this is work - but if I'm the only one thinking about while the other folks are getting food, invitations and parking arranged? I won't be the only one on the job!) I remember when this sort of thing was lawn darts and go throw rocks at each other. Um. I can do better than that.

I'm getting through some awesome books lately, but the last purchase of The Art of How To Train Your Dragon is getting attention like a very potent spirit...slow and in small doses. It's a beautiful artbook. The local NPR station has also sent me a new book as well - and wouldn't you know, it's on rewiring your own brain. Soon as I can get to it again, I'll post it and if you can read along with me? Win.

I also have bought flower seeds with the express intention of throwing them out the window of my car at random.

*stretches*

It's Monday, and I'm being reminded I need to note things as they pass by - otherwise, it's actually GOING AWAY and I won't remember to note it later.

That said? How to make Donna cry at her desk. That also said? This is the world of child abuse, regardless of whether these are adoptees, foster children or the homegrown variety. Cases increase in bad economic times (surprised?), where there is a lack of services or education to deal with it and here's the best case I can point to prove the statement - this is a system that only has time for homicides. You tell me who's looking after the kids.

Aren't you glad she is? And maybe these guys too, come to think of it.

Taking an old idea and making it AWESOME. If these guys are coming to the Festival, I'm bringing sweet tea. I should check. Regardless, the book is MINE.

My weekend was spent teaching manners. IE, you are going to hear me - and some things are now off the list. I will not repeat myself more than twice. Third time, it's physical. That's me taking a hand, tipping a chin to make eye contact or physically removing you from the floor where you have thrown yourself because (oh dear, pick one) and put you on your bed to thrash where you will not hurt yourself when I leave the room. And leave the room I will. I'm pleased to report I didn't have to do that much or often. No, screaming and flailing gets you nowhere.

To the good, we have re-discovered bubble bath with the added fillip of shaving cream gel. (Mommy, I'm all wrinkly! That's okay, hon. Now we can take a look at your nails....)

I've also found some more fizzies with toys in them. They are Moomin-themed, rose-scented and are absolutely fall-down cute adorable wonderful. I think I may make some panorama eggs or such like them with the little toys - we are getting quite the collection of them. (Yes, I bought them ALL, don't judge.)

We also went back to Dave & Busters where Jim pulled a HUGE dolphin out of the HUGE claw machine and we now have to find a place for it. (I also pulled out a number of things from the typical variety, once of which is a cross between a horse and a sea turtle. No, really. It's at my desk, my hurtle. The things one gets as prizes.)

We have an interim minister at church - a very nice lady whose specialty is interim ministries. This is what she does - this is ALL she does. She's also a Cub's fan from St. Louis. reannon is laughing right now. I'm sure of it. One of the subjects involved siblings, which is something kid is currently wrapping his head around - along with the 'so-and-so is a girl/boy' thing - so we've introduced the idea that he's going to be a Big Brother someday (it might be when he's in first grade, but even so) and he likes the idea. (I've been hearing about it continuously since then.) The current referrals I can see also tend to lead me to believe we are going to be asked to parent a baby-baby - used to be the range was 6 to 16 months, right now every placement has been 8 - 9 months, pretty tight. Which reminds me, I need to contact my agency to update the homestudy....

We also got some Tommy and Hank time on Saturday night, which I really really appreciated. It helps to be flexible - but it also helps if you have friends who will bend FOR you. I need more of this kind of time - just finding a way through to it is tough.

I don't care what Tiger does. Tiger needs to go home and clean up his mess, if you really want an opinion.

If you want to know where the boys want to sit on the trip to KY in June:



There you go.

My elementary school principal found and friended me on Facebook over the weekend. Um, I was seven when he met me? Here's someone who could confirm *everything* I've posted recently - and I'm almost curious enough to ask him to. That said - I might not because I know he was - and is - genuinely fond of me (and it was a no win situation then). Probably in his nineties and is learning to use Facebook. I had good role models, you ask me. No surprise, right?

At last count, I know of almost a dozen babies on the way. No, really. I can crochet and knit, but not that fast. NINE MONTHS IS NOT ENOUGH.

United Airlines is on my no-fly list, and has been there for a very, very long time. American is very close, if not right next to them. Alaskan Airlines is one of the few American carriers I will consider aside from Southwest, from whom I know what I'm going to get when I pay for it. They allow me miracles on the phone - ask me sometime. I bought stock in the company after that. But flying internationally, I don't even consider the American carriers anymore, point-blank. That's sad. The terrorists didn't win - we HIRED them.

There are a few things I love to eat that you probably don't. If you don't want the lima beans/beets/prunes - I'm you best friend, and don't forget it. You can have the bell peppers. No, really. All yours.

How many people can you get going in the same direction? And then make them do it jumping rope. AWESOME.

I'm going to have to dust off my old summer camp counselor chops. MIL tells me family reunion in KY is going to have upwards of 12 kids. (Not teenagers. Kid-kids.) I haz ideas. (Yes, this is work - but if I'm the only one thinking about while the other folks are getting food, invitations and parking arranged? I won't be the only one on the job!) I remember when this sort of thing was lawn darts and go throw rocks at each other. Um. I can do better than that.

I'm getting through some awesome books lately, but the last purchase of The Art of How To Train Your Dragon is getting attention like a very potent spirit...slow and in small doses. It's a beautiful artbook. The local NPR station has also sent me a new book as well - and wouldn't you know, it's on rewiring your own brain. Soon as I can get to it again, I'll post it and if you can read along with me? Win.

I also have bought flower seeds with the express intention of throwing them out the window of my car at random.

Well.

My agency *just* opened a Russia program.

Boy, am I looking forward to talking with them when they call back to update my home study.

Well.

My agency *just* opened a Russia program.

Boy, am I looking forward to talking with them when they call back to update my home study.

Well.

My agency *just* opened a Russia program.

Boy, am I looking forward to talking with them when they call back to update my home study.