Y’all are so great I swear. I thank you thank you thank you for all of your supportive comments & emails. I know it will happen one day for us, this whole parenting thing, it just seems so far away sometimes. By the way, the 2nd country we had chosen was Guatemala. Guat seemed so perfect for us. Closer and easier to get to and all that. But now with issues with the Hague treaty and other hang ups in the system it just isn’t going to work for us. And when your agency urges you to switch countries so you won’t miss out on getting a child, it seems like you should listen.

In other news…some questions were asked in comments recently.
1. The grocery store where I shop & snapped that picture is called Bloom. LOVE Bloom. I’ll devote a post to them soon.
2. My hands & my crafty future: my hands should be better than ever soon. It should be easier for me to do crafts & jewelry because they won’t be tensing up and hurting all the time like they used to when I had the carpal tunnel. Just gotta let ol Lefty heal up for a few more weeks and then I’ll be good to go. I can’t tell you how much I miss crafting. Unpacking in the house has been slow goings with the hand surgeries and the bleeding and all and I still don’t even know where all my hobby things are. So I can’t wait to get my craft area set back up and get back to creating little lovelies. I’ll be sure to create a new batch of jewelry to sell.
3. BYH is Bless Your Heart. Silly.

I got my stitches out today and when the old skin fell off a hole in my hand appeared! ew! But by that time it was 2 hours later & I was far away from the dr’s office. I’ll take a pic for you later. Right now I gotta go deliver my nephew’s bike to his house. CSP & BIL put it together the other night over here and I gotta sneak it to my sister’s house in time for the party. That’s not our gift. The bike is from my sister & BIL. Jake’s getting a fire truck from us. Shhh. Don’t tell.

One of these things is not like the other

When CSP & I decided to adopt I started talking about it on my blog and that drew some new readers from the adoption world. BYH started to appear on blogrolls across Blogistan under “China Adoption” or “Paperchasing” etc. Then we slowed down a bit to figure out the finance end of things a little better. Meanwhile bloggy friends I’d met in the same China adoption boat had sailed on and gotten referrals and children or become LID. Then China booted us out. Then we chose country #2. And now that’s up in the air. And I’ve noticed that BYH doesn’t fit in anymore. On some blogrolls now BYH shows up as “other reads” or something along those lines. And that’s perfectly fine. Hey, it’s an honor to be nominated. But in some ways I feel like we over here at Casa de Heart have been left behind. It’s like everyone else had this great plan and everything went along the way it should except for us. Because as per usual I jumped right in before all the details were ironed out. Funny, I’ve never much cared about keeping up with the Joneses or being labeled. That is, until my label was infertile and non-mom. I know this may seem silly, but I just want BYH and us to end up under the “Parents” category soon.

CSP: mind reader & dream squasher

I was telling CSP about my trip to T@rget on Saturday where I scored a 60 pack of off brand pee pads. They work better for me with all this bleeding.

You know, on the box it says these pads hold like a cup and a half of liquid.
Come on. I’d be careful and do it in the bathroom.
No. That’s gross.
How do you know what I want to do?
I know you. You’ve got that “trouble” look in your eye.
You know you’re wondering if they really work too.
Don’t be a dream squasher.
I’ll support any dream that doesn’t involve willingly pissing your pants.

Beauty advice from the Dollar Store

Saturday I stopped by the Dollar Store to pick up some nerds on a rope for my Mom. You see, I had to make up a little for an incident. On Thursday when I was at her house giving Morgan a facial I left a bottle of glue there. I had thought glue might would make a good peel off mask. Bad idea. Heh. Anyway, Mom & Papa babysat my nephews Friday night and Joey found the glue. He emptied it into my Mom’s big cactus and all over the carpet. So nerds on a rope had to be bought.
Anyway, I was in the check out line behind a man. There was a girl hanging out by the register talking to the cashier. Turns out the girl worked there too, but they don’t wear uniforms so I couldn’t tell at first. The girl was at least 28-30 and had bleached blonde hair with black tips. Not blonde hair from highlights or professional color or even Clairol #42b. But BLEACH. White about to turn orangey yellow bleach. You know, that county fair look. Her hair came to her shoulders and the bottom 3 inches was dyed pitch black. Nice. Cashier was about 18, wearing a high school ring. Blondie was telling her she needed to let Blondie bleach her hair and give Cashier the same classy look Blondie was sporting. I was horrified at the conversation I heard.

B: Come on you should let me dye your hair.
C: I don’t know, I’ve never dyed my hair before.
B: Girl, blonde hair & black tips is hot. HOT! Just today I got whistled at and waved at and honked at when we were cruising in the Jeep. And you know it’s cause of this hair.
C: Wow.
B: Yeah, it’s sexy. Now I gotta go unload those stupid boxes.

Customer guy in front of me was as shocked and appalled looking as I was. He took his receipt and got out of there and it was all I could do during my transaction not to shake poor Cashier and tell her to run, don’t walk, away from Blondie and her ill conceived beauty advice. But who was I to advise her, standing there in my 7 week old highlights and poorly blown out hairstyle. Hey, you try styling your hair with one arm!

Pre-prom spa day

A couple of days after my carpal tunnel surgery last week I developed a nasty fever and a rattle in my chest. It hadn’t gone away after a week so I went to the doctor today and I have bronchitis. Fun! Then I went to get my stitches out of my hand. My hand doc only took 3 of the stitches out, making me come back next week for the other 3. While I was in there he was looking at me and said “I notice you have a cyst on your face.” WHA??? He touched the mole on my cheek. The same mole I tried to have removed last summer but they did a half assed job of it so now I just have half a mole. Anyway, Hand Doc (who’s a plastic surgeon) wants to remove the mole now by slicing open my face, digging the mole out then stitching me up. Oy, I can’t seem to go a month without being sliced and diced!
After that fun visit I went to my Mom’s house. I gave my little sister Morgan a pre prom facial and backal. I don’t know what you call it when you do facial stuff on her back. She tried on her dress for me and looks so beautiful and grown up and I just wanted to cry. I know I’m going to be a mess on prom night. It’s not until next month. Next week we’re practicing hair and make up!