Thursday, September 18, 2008

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Somehow Elvis makes it sound so much more romantic...


My mail is still broken. In the last couple of weeks I have had such fun items as my last paycheck, our new windstorm insurance policy, and (I am CONVINCED!) my renewed driver license Returned to Sender by the post office. Each item was properly addressed to the home we live in but for some reason someone at the post office doesn't believe we live here anymore. We do, I can assure you.

We've been dealing with our mail issues for just about the same amount of time that we have been compiling our dossier -- Remember? --and now 9 months later we are STILL having problems. And true to my weakness, I am worried. I keep repeating, mantra-style, "it's in His hands --He's got it under control," but I am still worried that we are going to have big problems with the last few things we need to receive for our dossier. It's the whole "so close, yet so far" conundrum.

I have talked to various branch employees at our local post office and filled out a gazillion forms. And today I finally talked to our regular mailman, who by the way is very nice and fully aware that we do in fact live here and receive mail here and who doesn't have any confusion except to wonder right along with me "why on earth are they screwing with my mail delivery????"

So Tom the mailman and I chatted for a minute this morning about the fact that I have some very important documents coming to the house from the FBI and various Secretaries of State (I kinda wish he hadn't been wearing such dark glasses as I was telling him this...I bet his eyes got wide with curiosity for just a second before I told him that we are adopting and all of these documents are for the adoption!) and I am really nervous that they are going to get returned to sender and lost forever. He is going on vacation again but promised to leave a note for the fill-in guy to make sure that he DOESN'T RETURN ANY MAIL addressed to us.

Thank you, Tom. You're an angel with eagles' wings...

(In honor of my inadvertant Elvis theme today, here: go ahead and click here to hear Elvis' Return to Sender saga, just for fun! By the way, did I ever mention we had an Elvis painting on black velvet when I was a kid? Seriously! I think it was some kind of a gag gift that kept getting passed around or something. Funny stuff.)

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Late to the dance...as usual.



(you'll want to scroll to the bottom of the page and turn off the music so you can actually watch this trailer)

Finally saw MARTIAN CHILD today. Worth every should've-been-cleaning-the-house-or-doing-laundry-or-something-other-than-laying-on-the-couch moment.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

I told you so...


Isn't she cool?

Quirky? Me?

Me, in several layers of Colts gear, on the Polar Express train...in New England. Take that Pats!


Nahhhhhh....not me. I'm normal as they come. Even so, I have been tagged by Jen and charged with posting six quirky things about me. Frankly, the difficulty here is not, as I fudged in her comments, finding something quirky about me but rather finding six quirky things to post. Believe me folks, I'm a pretty quirky kid...but pinpointing my quirkiness is not easy.

Well, let's give it a try...


1. While I am naturally blonde, I have a 15-year history of hair color experimentation hallmarked by a bizarre tendency towards randomly picking up a box of hair dye on a whim and then being shocked, confused and even disappointed when someone - accurately! - points out that my hair matches the color of my parents' truck. (In all fairness, that was almost ten years ago...most recently, however, my whims have resulted in a scary marble-effect tones of red sort of thing that resulted in my younger sister asking: "so, Jenn, how many times has that hair-color-in-a-box thing actually worked out for ya?" Thankfully the color mellowed into a shade I am actually considering paying someone to maintain for me.)


2. When unpacking my boxes of books to arrange on my new bookshelves a few weeks ago I was thrilled to see that I had copies of both Barack Obama's The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream and John McCain's Why Courage Matters: The Way to a Braver Life and promptly stacked the two of them right on top of a 1988 copy of Readers' Digest's Facts and Fallacies: Stories that test our knowledge and challenge our beliefs in my own little bit of political passive-agressivism.

3. I removed the door to my master bathroom and hung my Mona Lisa beaded curtain in its place. And I LOVE my Mona!

4. I hate to shop. I mean, I have a deep-seated loathing for fancy stores and malls of any kind and positively squirm when I have to shop, like at Christmas or for gifts. HOWEVER, drop me in a thrift store or a flea market and I will dig around in there for DAYS... I love looking at old stuff that people toss away. Hmmmm.... maybe I should combine the two and do my gift shopping AT the thrift stores...that would be eco-friendly (REUSE!!!) and I wouldn't have to deal with malls. I could call it Vintage Christmas...

5. My family has spent the last several years developing such loving nicknames for me as: the smelly hippie (seriously, though, who doesn't love the scent of patchouli?) and the crazy treehugger. I could spend quite a while expounding on this one but this is supposed to be a quick post before I pick the kids up from school.

6. OH! And the family's convinced that I am a closet vegetarian because I can't bring myself to eat meat off of a bone -- it completely grosses me out.


Ok, now whose quirks do I most want to read about? That's a toughie. There are so many of you out there who are pretending to be so normal. Let's try: Deanna, Sherri, Wendi, Carmen/Shane, Beth...heck - any of you Yahoo sistas who want to do this leave me a comment so I can check out your responses!

Did you hear that?????

It was me squealing and jumping up and down like a crazy person ... or a kindergartener, one. Why? Because when I came home from my interview to be a substitute teacher/aide this morning, already excited to be invited to join the substitute roster, I was sifting through an unusually voluminous stack of mail when I happened upon this totally non-descript envelope:


And you'll never guess what I found tucked inside? OUR I-171H FORM!!!! So, naturally, I was squealing and screaming and on the verge of tears. God is so good. Remember how I freaked out when USCIS gave us the "don't call us, we'll call you" letter that said unless it's March 31, 2009 don't even bother following up on your petition? Well here we are...8 whole days from submission of our completed homestudy to USCIS and we have our I-171H form in hand. What an amazing surprise for today. Can you see the writing on the little note covering our address? "For He shall give His angels charge over thee." As in, Psalm 91. Just another little reminder that no matter what is going on that seems not so good, or for whatever reason seems to be throwing us off, God's got all of this accounted for. Just another reminder that we MUST trust in Him.

Some of you may be asking yourself, "Ok, but what is the I-171H?" This is the form from US Customs and Immigration that allows us to proceed with the adoption. This is big stuff. A super huge blessing.