How the HELL did I end up a hockey mom?

Bathing Beauty

2007-11-29T22:30:00.000-05:00

Katie posted some pics of her kids in the tub, so I thought I'd take her lead. She's so much fun, and seriously the best thing I've ever done. I have so much to be thankful for this year.

Cosmic Kick-Me

2007-11-29T21:52:00.000-05:00

We're all moved, and if I have to do that again anytime soon, it will be waaaaay too soon. Gomer and Homer packed our stuff, and they did a totally crappy job. I know my things aren't worth a ton of money, but they're mine, and they have history. Respect it, yo. We did not get anything done in the house, so we've got friends helping to get it ready to rent. I rented a 'mid-size' sedan and got a Saturn Ion. Hated it, and had a tire blow out in PA, ankles deep in snow, to boot. Then I had the Road Side service from hell. I could go on, really, but I shall seeth in silence. I made it to Rhode Island with an hour to spare before the movers showed. Then, just to mock me, we all got sick. Yazamataz hadn't been sick since she's been home, poor thing. She turned into Velcro baby. It's a lot easier to get up at 1 or 3 or 5 in the morning when you don't feel like death as well. She's doing better now, thank goodness, and even sleeping in her own room!

We still feel like crap, but I had to start back to work anyway. I knew it would be hard to leave my comfort zone and do something completely new, but it's really bothered me to make so many mistakes, and not be an expert in my work. One thing that's really different is that there isn't immediate feedback on technique. If I mess up plating my cells Monday, I won't see the results until I run the assay Friday. By the time I analyze the data, it's early the next week. That's a lot of time to pass before I find out that I fucked up majorly. No pressure or anything to do it right the first time.

Ber: Quasi-Rhode Islander

2007-11-04T18:29:00.000-05:00

I've moved into our apartment in Rhode Island. I use the term 'moved' loosely, as I have an air mattress, two camping chairs, an end table with small TV (no reception, though), a PS2, and some clothes. I also have a ton of IKEA crap to put together. I've done a dresser and a bookshelf, and the sore hands and head (VOCs are bad, yo) to prove it. I'm watching DVDs of Moonlighting since I can't watch football. Moonlighting was my first fandom, and it holds up really well.

Also important to note: I live 7 minutes from the ocean. Granted it is off season, and there's no traffic, but 7 minutes! I went and sat on the beach for 15-20 minutes, watched the sky get dark, and the waves crash. Totally awesome. I also walked downtown to Tim's for coffee and a bagel this morning for breakfast. This isn't where I thought I'd be or what I thought we'd be doing when we started this year, but there are some things that I'll like.

My little girl is a true toddler now: she's learned the word "no", and says it with delight. On the phone I hear, "No, no, no, no, no mama!" It's so cute to hear her talking voice. She likes to draw out her vowels.

Movin' Right Along

2007-10-30T22:49:00.000-04:00

I drove my car, Bob, out on Monday. My work husband drove with me, so that was very helpful. It took ~13.5 hours including stop time. Not too bad, but we're definately going to have to break it up with the baby. Even though we left during morning rush hour, there wasn't much traffic in Michigan or Ohio. Guess there's no one there or they all lost their jobs too. We learned a lot about this great country of ours along the way, first being a convience store named Pump and Munch is really, really funny. Because I'm twelve, duh. Second, as a scientist who understands how important a basic understanding of math and science is to the future of our country (and planet), I was shocked to see the lack of basic skills at a BK in Ohio. Our order was $3.21. Mateo gave the girl a 5, and she rang it in just as I said "I've got a penny!" Most people at this point would think, 'ohh hey! Now I can give $1.80 in change and not $1.79. That's easier!' Not this girl, however. She scowled, walked over to her calculator, checked twice. All the while I muttered the answers she was seeking. She then (slowly and carefully) gave the 80 cents, like it still didn't make sense to her. Mateo had to remind her of the dollar.

I also learned not to taunt the sea God with "Come and get me, biatch", because he will do it.

Lastly, if you are originally from Michigan, or you are curious why we talk with few t's and slurred prepositions, please go to this awesome site: The Michigan Accent

Watts is a mouser after all!

2007-10-16T11:19:00.000-04:00

Watts had a surprise for us the other day: a saliva soaked mouse at the foot of the stairs. Her mother was an amazing mouser, but no mice had been caught in the two years since she died, I just assumed that without claws, Watts couldn't do it. Wrong. She was so proud of herself too.

The baby has been under the weather with an intestinal issue, joy. It's not been too bad, and her mood is just a bit clingier than usual. She's getting better with bed as well, I can leave the room to get something while she's still awake and she doesn't scream her head off. This is a very welcome development.

The baby boy we were going to adopt has a new mommy and daddy! They are there now, but it's official. I am so happy for them. A very small part is sad it couldn't be me, but I really do believe that there's a "meant to be" piece here, and I was just meant to be a bridge momma to him until his mom and dad could find him. A protector, if you will. I am happy that they are interested in letting the kids know each other. How often do kids adopted half way around the world get to stay in touch with someone that they grew up with in the baby home? They've been together since Y was four months old and J one month old. They even were jealous of each other when I was there, just like cousins or siblings. Y will point to his picture when she sees it, and sometimes kisses it. Like I said, they're still there, so wish them all a safe, and speedy return!

Commuting is hell

2007-10-06T15:42:00.000-04:00

I'm now commuting out of state for work. While I'm thankful that my boss is so understanding and allowing me to do this for a while, it's so hard to be away from my family. It was so amazing to notice the changes in the baby from just a few days. She's started to pat your back when she hugs you. How hysterical is that? It's like, "There, there, momma! It's OK!" I know it was harder on me than her, but it was my first time away since I got her.

The other thing I learned: parents know what you're doing not because they grow eyes on the backs of their heads, but because kids instinctively try to be quiet when they're up to something, and parents instinctively know the equation: silence=trouble. Here, I thought my dad was just psychic.

What I've learned in three months

2007-10-02T22:14:00.000-04:00

I've learned so much in my first three months as a mom. I "get" my own mother so much better now. I feel less selfish. I want so much less for myself now, I'd be happy giving up my own home for a small apartment in someone else's house...oh wait...

Anyhoo, these are some random observations:

1. Sleep is good. Really, really good (actually, I already knew this, but where my previous knowledge only rested in the sebaceous gland, it is now fully stored in subcutanious fat. Don't ask. It's been one of those days).

2. You really do have to walk before you can run. Or get strained peas all over the floor and wall before you can get them into your mouth.

3. Everyday is new and exciting, even when it was almost exactly the same as yesterday.

4. Humans may be born as clean slates, but they sure do learn how to manipulate very quickly.

5. Even billy goats need to be kissed. Don't let the smell keep you from doing this very important job.

6. Electronic equipment is really baby magnets. Seriously. Is there an invisible force that attracts them? Is it like the high pitch frequencies that kids can hear that adults can't? I open a book in the next room and nothing. Open my laptop, and she's there in an instant, trying to reach around to bang on the keys.

7. Telephones are magic. It's like talking to God.

8. My 17 month old daughter can blow her nose better than her 40 year old aunt. TMI, sorry.

9. I don't really second guess myself about my parenting choices, and that makes me really happy, and pleasantly surprised. It just feels right.

10. The Itsy-bitsy spider never gets old. Ok, maybe it does, but it shouldn't ;)

We're baaaaaaaaack!

2007-08-18T20:12:00.000-04:00

For many reasons, my blog has layed dormant for some time. I no longer have my own computer, so I am limited that way, but I didn't want my blogging to potentially impact the adoption. Nothing is really private anymore, and since I'm one of the first to adopt from Uz..., and the first single mother to boot, it would be easy to figure out who I was, and a simple read by the wrong eyes could have ended the adoption. As it was, we did get another referral, for a baby boy, that was denied at the 11th hour because I am unmarried. I also lost my job due to a site closure, but gained another, with the same company, but it involves moving. The last 9 months have been so surreal, so bizarre, I feel like I've been living in an alternate universe.

But, on the upside: she's home. And she's perfect (and that's a big Fuck You to Dr. Jenista, the wacked up international adoption doctor who told us we'd be crazy to accept her). I'm still on family leave, so we get to spend each day as a family. I love it. I'm excited about my new job (not the move, nor location, mind you), it's more bio-physics than chemistry, but I'll still be doing some analytical work too. I'll also be near Key, and my work husband is also relocating. Secretly, though, I would kind of love to stay home with her. At least for a little bit longer.

It's bedtime...so off to give bottle and hugs.

More pics

2006-09-14T22:13:00.000-04:00

So, we're in a frenzy, trying to get everything ready. We sent in our dossier, and now we wait.
Isn't our yazamataz the cutest ever? Plus, as the first picture shows, she already knows how to give the finger. Ah, that's my girl!

squee referral!

2006-08-21T18:26:00.000-04:00

She's gorgeous, and she's mine!

She also has mastered my "you've got to be effing kidding me" look.

Now, please excuse me while I squee some more.

We got our I-171H!

2006-07-30T23:11:00.000-04:00

*squeeeee*

This is the little piece of paper that says Uncle Sam thinks I would be a good enough parent, so I can bring my kids home.

Yea!

For those keeping score: that's an approval in three days short of two months, with no errors. Go Detroit immigration!

*thinks positive thoughts about getting my referals soon*

Daily Goings On

2006-07-21T18:03:00.000-04:00

I'm trying not to go crazy with the adoption waiting, so I'm staying busy.

Work is both overwhelming and interesting. Some year, maybe I'll catch up. Or they'll fire me.

Was sick yesterday. Drugs are really good. heh.

Went for a long motorcycle ride today. It was so gorgeous outside, the wind and speed...Stopped at the mechanics place and he adjusted the timing and showed me how to do it too.

Going to see Clerks II with Lady Jane Scarlett tonight. Because we're twelve.

Tomorrow I have lots of household/adoption related errands to do in the morning, and a work/dinner function in the evening at my bosses house. It's mainly in celebration of my five year employment anniversary. A sweet gesture, sure, but I'm really stressed out about having to be there on time and not my usual fashionably late. D and LJS will be there as well, so here's hoping we make it through...

Musing on Weddings and Marriage

2006-07-16T20:20:00.000-04:00

My (ex)step-brother got married last weekend, and we dutifully attended, even though our invitation was verbal only (apparently, her parents aren't so keen on our defination of family, but they were kind enough to send us a "save the date" card). They were very sweet, and so earnest. They've been together since high-school, and are now in grad school. I wish only the best for them, however, I realized that I have a lot of mixed feelings about weddings that I really haven't fully dealt with. What it boils down to, is: I'm pissed my country deems my six year relationship unequal to/unlike marriage, but really, if tomorrow Georgie said, "My bad, all you gays can get married" I don't know if I would. Or, maybe I'd sign the paper (to protect our health coverage, yo, since you only get coverage by sleeping with someone), but definately not have a wedding. I have the most stable relationship in my family. Seriously. My sister has been married twice, each lasted less than a year (she has a habit of choosing "unavailable" men). My parents got divorced after 25 years (?!?!) and his second marriage was on the books I think three years, but they've had this on-and-off dependance/friendship thing, hence, that we still attend family functions together. I've learned the hard way, by trial and error, how to make a relationship work. We've learned how to get through the hard times, how to fight fair, how to support each other, and how to fall in love all over again. We ARE married. Standing in front of our friends and family won't change this, and truthfully, they already see us this way anyway. Even my dearest grandma, on her deathbed, made D promise she'd take care of me always. We would never be adopting if we weren't committed to this for the long haul. It makes me angry that the Right uses fear-mongering about us destroying the sanctity of marriage as a way to deny us civil rights and equal protections. It makes me sad every time I have to check the "single" demographic box. It breaks my heart when my hospital/doctor papers list D's name as my emergency contact, but for relation, it says, "no relation". (stepping off soapbox now....)

Big Adoption Update

2006-07-07T00:01:00.000-04:00

We hit our first speedbump on the adoption superhighway.

We might not get our older boy. We might not get our baby boy.

Instead, we might get a ~3yo girl, and a baby girl (chance still of a boy). I'm not too sad about the gender reversal, but they've changed some of the rules, and there is a possibility that we won't actually be able to get two at the same time. But, I'm getting ahead of myself...

The governor of the region we're adopting from in a central asian country that ends in -stan and itsn't Kaz (I'm being sneaky and avoiding search engines until the adoption is complete), has decided that he wants to personally meet the adoptive parents before completing the adoption, instead of not meeting us first like how it used to be. OK, I get that. He's not allowing more than one child 2 and under to be adopted at the same time. We're hoping he'll agree to a 3yo and a baby, but we'll have to see. Keep your fingers crossed. I really want my kids to have siblings, and I really don't know if I want to go through this all over again. Anyway, the trip was supposed to be only one week long, but this may change that. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. So they've been having trouble identifying my older boy. Apparently, the coordinator over there has had a lot of luck with the baby houses, but not as much with the older children orphanages. There's a 3yo girl at the baby house that hasn't been moved up yet, he's clearing her paperwork. We agreed to take her referal if her paperwork is clear, instead of the older boy. They have several baby girls under 6 months, but I've asked for a baby boy if at all possible. They may tell me it's not, so I may be going from two boys to two girls. The fact that I'm even having children at all is a bit of a miracle, so they'll be blessings no matter what. It's just really weird to wrap my head around. I woke up expecting one thing, and got another. Not bad, just different.

Of course, everything could change again tomorrow.

Happy Birthday, America

2006-07-03T23:58:00.000-04:00

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
The Declaration of Independance

On this, our nation's birthday, I like to remember what an amazing document the DoI is. It's revolutionary on two fronts: there is the overt declaration of war against King George III, and the more radical notion that God has given us the right of happiness. Think about that. Common religious thinking at the time said (ok, still says) that humans were meant to suffer in this life. God's will rarely included something so trivial as happiness. God's will only included narrow rules to follow, and following these rules made God happy, but not necessary you. But here was a country predicated on the idea that God wanted us to find our own way, our own place in the world. God actually wanted us to be happy. So, King George W., fuck you and your "Defense of Marriage" Act. Fuck your stripping of our civil liberties, one by one, like an onion, so that the masses won't even miss what they've lost. What has made America such a special place is the hope that tomorrow will be better, that hard work can over come prejudice. This is a country founded by second sons that had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. This is why I'm so angry. The right wing has stolen my country, and I want it back.

Ani

2006-06-25T16:38:00.000-04:00

Friday night my friend K and I went to see Ani DiFranco. I've seen her in concert 5 or 6 times, and I think this was my second favorite. The first time I saw her was October 1994, my gay and lesbian group at college sponsored her to play for Coming Out Day. I met her backstage. Besides being tiny, cute, and green haired, she was a bit grumpy. She had forgotten that Wisconsin was an hour behind us, so she was very late, and this was when it was just her and her drummer touring around in a car, and our stage manager opened the theater before the sound checks were done. All that was forgotten when she started, she put on a great performance in a very small venue. It was intimate and intense and my favorite concert. This time, her openning act was Hamell on Trial. He did a great job getting the crowd warmed up; he was very funny, a great guitarist, a so-so singer, but with wicked lyrics. He freaked the little old ladies out who were ushering with a song about the nastiness of Ann Coulter's nether regions. He's my new hero.

On the home front, it was a very social weekend, and now I'm tired and don't want to talk to anyone.

Adoption update: no new news. International adoption is a fickle friend. Every day I hope that today's the day I'll get my referrals. God, I hate waiting. I know they're out there. They've identified several children for referral, but the coordinator needs to make sure all their paperwork is in order before they release them for adoption. I know why I'm waiting but IT"S SO HARD! So, that's where we are: anti-social, and impatient.

Happy Birthday to Juice!

2006-06-20T22:56:00.000-04:00

June 21st (or, as her brother likes to remind her, the loooooooooooooooooonnnnnnngest day of the year) is Juice's birthday.

Happy birf day, love you, miss you.

We're quickly approaching the point where we can say that we've know each other half our lives. How scary is that?

My heart's on fire....for Elvira, yeah.

2006-06-20T22:30:00.000-04:00

So, work is settling down again, thank God. The Pteranodon has apologized, and quiet has returned to the jungle. I'm actually doing some interesting science, and finding some joy in discovery.

I had the opportunity to see two great shows last week, I got free tickets to see Elvis Costello with Alan Toussaint, fourth row. Friday night I took D and my dad to see D's favorite comedian, Elvira Kurt . If you've never seen her, check her link, she's got some video up. She's wicked funny, sometimes she makes me laugh so hard, I have an asthma attack. She did a great piece about crossing the boarder at the Ambassador bridge, and her pawless cat (really, I can't do justice to it, trust me). D really wanted to meet her, so she stuck around and my dad and I waited outside. I noticed D walking towards us, and who should be with her? Elvira, of course. So we met and chatted a bit. D was in heaven. I was standing next to her in heaven.

Adoption note: I found something that the govenment is actually fast and efficient about: fingerprinting. It's probably because they want to gather more and more fingerprints for their "anti-terror" database, and has nothing to do at all about helping people, but I was pleasantly surprised at my expirience (I'd like this opportunately to say hi to the agent assigned to read my little blog now). So now we're waiting on our I-171H, and our referrals, which could come any day.

Attack of the Pteranodon

2006-06-07T20:32:00.000-04:00

Lady Jane Scarlett and I had named the supervisors at work after birds of prey. It was very apropos, as each embodied the best and worst of their respective namesake, and we could talk about them without being understood. We had the Eagle, the Owl, the Osprey, and now: the Pteranodon. I know, technically the Pteranodon isn't a true bird of prey, rather a flying dinosaur, but it's a bird ancestor none the less, and if I'm lucky, perhaps this one will go the way of the dinosaurs.

In other Ber news: took a business trip out east to see how the other 75% live, and I must say, with the exception of the unlucky few in the fish bowl, it's pretty damn nice. Also: softball team won. Yea.

The best for last: we have our fingerprinting appt in a week and a half! The first family is expected to travel to pick up their children THIS MONTH! I love thinking that I have kids, they're in central asia, and they're waiting for me to come take them home.

So long, Sydney Bristow....

2006-06-04T13:46:00.000-04:00

So, this isn't news to my flist, but my name is Ber, and I'm an Alias Addict. I've watched EVERY episode since day one, and Jennifer Garner is my official girlcrush. My heart is broken over the fact that I will no longer watch Sydney, Spydaddy, and co. trot around the globe in awesome costumes and silly accents. Since I had such a crappy week, my Santadaddy (heh) bought me the DVDs of my original TV obsession: Moonlighting. OK, laugh if you want, but little 12 year old babydyke me was entralled with the show and Cybill Shepard. Yes, I did say you could laugh. Take your time. The fashion and cinematography really date it, but the writing and the banter stand up very well. Good times. He bought me seasons 1-3, so my summer will be full, and I won't miss Alias too much until the fall season starts.

Do birds bird? Do ducks duck? hee! David Addison, that never gets old!

Key is an wicked film geek

2006-05-31T23:11:00.000-04:00

"Moments like that prevent me from fully disrespecting what I nevertheless consider a buttock-chafing bore."

More of Key's Japanese cinema review here

Bad Little Blogger

2006-05-31T22:21:00.000-04:00

Oy. I've been equal parts bad and ungodly busy. A brief history of the last couple o' months:

1. My hockey team won our big end of season tournament. I scored the winning goal in a sudden death shootout. Totally awesome, plus I got to cross off a thing on my 101 things to do before I die list (#55 Score a Championship Winning Goal, heh)

2. THE ADOPTION. 'nuff said. Actually, we've submitted our I-600A, which is a little form where I show my government that a social worker said that I'd be a good parent, so can I please, pretty please, bring an orphan home with me? Now I'm waiting for them to give me an appointment for our FBI fingerprinting. I've learned that our agency is actively looking for our kids. Even though I didn't specify a gender for the baby, I assumed I'd end up with a boy (most adoptive parents want girls only, and I really don't care), but found out that I still might end up with a girl. We're second on the list for a baby boy, and third for a baby girl. We're the only ones thus far wanting an older boy, so we'll probably get his referal first. Perhaps any day. So so excited. We're still on target to get them by the end of the year.

3. Extended family stuff. Won't go into too much into it here, but it involves break-ups, weddings, visits, illnesses, sick puppies (heh, really), and visa issues. Visa issues suck money balls.

4. Work. The only thing that keeps me sane about work is the fact that I have a plan to get out. It also gives me perverse pleasure when I have to do all this goal setting and development planning that I know I won't be there in a couple of years, and they naively think I will. They seem to think I'll be a lab bench lackey until they decide to escort me out, but really I'll be leaving them to become Dr. Ber.

So, that's what I've been up to...discuss...

Old Home Week

2006-03-14T20:27:00.000-05:00

This week has brought a couple of interesting coincidences. Now that I'm on blogger, I went searching for people I might know, and I found one: g8s. G8s and I went to college together. He was actually the first person I met there; we were on the same KCollege tour as high school seniors, and as it turned out, he already knew my roommate, Juice. In his blog he writes about a friend of ours, Blake, and his desire to get back in touch. I've been cleaning out my house preparing for the adoption homestudy, and I just went through a box of papers I haven't opened since college. I found a letter Blake had written me while he was on foreign study in Sierra Leone. I started thinking about the way we leave our marks on each other, how our lives often split, then intersect again later. My biggest regret, my greatest embarassment is my failure to keep in touch with the people I love. I think about them often, but have let them slip through my fingers, like sand. Each have left their mark on me, changed me, bettered me, and I love them for no other reason than that they are who they are. G8s, Blake, Juice, Key, Ilana, Kate, Stephanie, thank you for everything, and I will do better. Katee would be in that list too, except she just tracked me down after many years. I am so happy for her, and proud of her for the changes she's made. We all grow up, some times grow apart, but we were always meant to be a part of each other's lives. I like to imagine how we'll meet in our next lives as well. Will Juice always help me be true to myself? Will Key always talk politics, history, and film with me? Will he always call me Tycho Brahe (that would be in reference to my hard nosed positions, folks, not the lack of a nose, yo)? Will Ilana always be my first love? Will Katee always make me laugh? I really hope so.

Moms

2006-03-07T20:12:00.000-05:00

I've been doing a lot of thinking about Moms lately. Not surprising, with the adoption home study, and all, but still. I never thought I'd be one, and I never thought I wouldn't have one. I really liked my mother. Not just because she was my mom, and you're supposed to love your mother, but because she was a neat human being. She was funny, thoughtful, honest, respectful. I appreciate that she encouraged me to be my own person, make my own mistakes, make my own experiences. She always seemed to know when to treat me like an adult, and when I needed my mommy. I could walk around in this world confidently, because I knew she was right behind me. I didn't have to look. It makes me sad that my kids will never know their grandma.

I was thinking about how much time work will take away from me seeing my kids each week. It was kind of bothering me. They'll have time with their other mum, so it's not like they'll be in day care 45 hours a week, but I'll be working full time. I never believed I'd say this in a million zillion years, but I'd be a stay at home mom if I could. For someone who's identity is so wrapped up in science and profession, that's pretty woah. But then I realized: my mom worked my whole growing up too. She even had to work every other weekend, so I might have only seen her for a handful of hours a day, and yet she left her mark on my life every day we spent on this earth together.

I was always a person with an odd dichotomy: I am adventurous in the outside world, I'll jump off of things, climb things, travel without itineraries, try anything; on the inside world, I need routines, same foods (yes, Lady Jane, shut up), same tv or movies, and this: when I was a little girl, from the time I was about 6 to about 12ish I called down the following to my mom after being sent to bed:
Mom,
Don't forget to tuck me in,
If you do, I'll bite your shoe,
And that won't tickle.

The fact that I'm a dork is already well established. I wonder though, what kinds of silly routines my boys and I will have.

Sorry, Florida, but better you than me...

2006-03-03T17:06:00.000-05:00

So, Tom Monaghan, the freaky founder of Domino's Pizza, and subsequent ruiner of the Detroit Tigers has finally decided that Ann Arbor simply will not change it's liberal, heathen ways and is headed to Florida to build his religious utopia. Please note: the town will contain a 65' crucifix. Really, they're getting ripped off. He tried to build a 250' crucifix essentially in my back yard. Thank God (hee!) he was turned down, or else Jesus would have had much to see through my bedroom window.

Although, it would have given a whole new meaning to the "OH MY GOD" thing.

Still more places to go...

2006-02-28T18:46:00.000-05:00

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Motorcycles, Hockey, and Adoptions! Oh my!

2006-02-28T18:11:00.000-05:00

Our motorcycle hadn't been running for about two years, and we were finally able to get it fixed. We had a break in the weather, so I was able to ride it back from the shop.

Oh. My. God.

The wind, the speed, the smell of the earth. Sex on wheels, is all I'm sayin'.

I had a goal in our last game. A nice little backhand to the far corner of the net. We played pretty well, kept the pressure on in their end, and won 3-0.

Soooooooo, had our second home study appointment. It's going well, and rather fast. I expect to be finished by the end of March. I'm still hopeful that we'll be able to bring them home by the end of the year. Of course, since it's an international adoption, all my plans will go to hell and a hand basket at least once, so I'm trying not to get too cocky.

I'm looking after Howie Katt. He was so happy to see me, he practically humped my toque. While it was on my head. Yeah. Don't ask. Or do, if you're into that kind of thing.

Hockey, Yea!

2006-02-25T00:09:00.000-05:00

My first travel team game in over a month (damn back injury), a victory 2-0. I had one assist. We were a bit slow and had a tendency to jumble-fuck, but we were playing a team we could get away with that. We've got a game Sunday, and if we play like that again, no way we'll win.

2006-02-23T22:36:00.000-05:00

Ok, meme time, 'cause what good is a blog, without a meme? That's crazy talk like having Christopher Robin without Pooh.

Pick the first literary quote and movie quote to pop into your head.

O brave new world! That has such wonderful people in it!
-Miranda in Shakespeare's The Tempest

What we have here is, failure...to communicate.
-The Warden in Cool Hand Luke

Apparently, the glass is both half full and half empty.

All Right, Damn it, I'm Here...

2006-02-23T20:18:00.000-05:00

Ms. Lady Jane Scarlett has been after me to post, so here I am.

I'll take truth, Alex, for $1000.

I'm watching Dancing with the Stars.

I feel so dirty.

Hold me.