OK- I tried to get a photo to load behind my blog title for the 7,432nd time and finally gave up. Stupid blog. The layout page says, "Add Picture." I added the picture. Where the heck is it? Stupid, stupid blog. So, I've added this little slideshow of family pictures under the title instead. Yes, that's us in those pictures. You do know I like my M&M's, right?
So, what do you think of 2008 so far? Frankly, it's not making the best impression on me. Today, I say it s*cks. Sorry. My attitude is bad right now, I know. So what better thing to do than go online and share my bad attitude with everyone else? Things are not going well in my pathetic little neck of the woods. I'm not feeling well for one thing, and I'm all backed up on laundry... AGAIN. Apparently, you're supposed to KEEP washing the clothes. Hmmm. Go figure. They don't just miraculously stay clean? I was not aware of that. Oh, and have I mentioned I'm fat? I'm a horse. I'm disgusted with myself. Yeah... good mood we got goin' on here. I'm just having a bad day. I'm sure tomorrow will be better.
Poor little Bribee Deebs BASHED her head trying to jump off her bunk bed ladder the other day. It was the biggest lump I've ever seen. You would think after this many kids, especially so many boys, that stuff like that would no longer phase me. But when I pulled back her hair to see where it hurt, I honestly almost vomited. My stomach did that horrible flip-floppy thing. It was so gross. Totally caught me off guard. I also felt horribly guilty because when I first heard the commotion, I didn't realize it was a catastrophe. I just thought it was rowdy playing, and I was actually on the verge of making some Mom comment like, "See what you get for being wild?" when I saw the bump. I have never seen a bump that big on someone's head. I started freaking out and telling Darrell we need to get her in the car and go to the ER right NOW. But Darrell is always the calm voice of reason during times like that. He looked her over, checked her pupils, asked her some questions, etc... When he asked her, "Who's the Pres. of the United States?" and she answered, "George Washington," we knew everything was going to be OK. He got her all calmed down, then carried her into the bathroom to see her bump. Of course, she started to cry again when she saw it. Then I said something like, "See what you get for jumping off the ladder?" I can't help myself. The mom comments find their way out of my mouth no matter what I do. We did call an Urgent Care clinic and talked to someone there, just to be on the safe side, but didn't have to end up taking her in. She's fine, thankfully- just lumpy.
Now she has a black eye and looks like she was in a bar fight. Here are a couple shots of the leftover bump, which is NOTHING compared to how it looked the first day. Of course what kind of mom would I be if my first thought was to reach for a camera when it happened? These were taken today, 3 days after. The photos aren't very good, and the black eye doesn't show up well, but trust me- it's there.
Someone told me the other day she checked my blog a couple times and hasn't seen anything about the adoption, like she was thinking, "Isn't this supposed to be an adoption blog, you idiot?" Yes, it is. We have no adoption news to report and probably won't for a loooonnnng time. I have a little counter on the side that shows how long our dossier has been in VN, and that counter will be tickin' away for MONTHS before we have any news, most likely. So sit back and get comfy. Grab some popcorn. And listen to me talk about really stupid things. I'm sure you have nothing better to do.