Alternate title: "If You Give a Pig a Pancake..." Chances are she'll inhale the whole stack, then look like the unfortunate creature below. These are the choices for the pics I have to send to the agency. I have to choose two. Whaddya think?? Would you give these idiots a kid?
1. Fat and happy.
2. Still fat, less happy. 3. Fat, happy, and in love. I love this one, BUT I was afraid the agency would see all that neck fat and worry that I might try to eat the baby. That isn't the impression I want to make.
4. Oh so casual with the leg propped up.
5. Lookin' all schwanky and uppity (and sparkly... do you think the agency will go for sparkly?). Vote for the two pics that make us appear to be decent parent material.
And... You can put this in your "All I Never Wanted to Know and Then Some" file: I don't know what the deal is with my skin lately. My face is just exploding with zits. Ex-puh-loading. I had to slather a bucket of crap on my face (aka concealer, for the non makeup savvy. Not literal crap. That would be gross, and just weird.) to cover them for those pictures. I think the stress of the last few weeks, with Vietnam and then deciding to start over again, is working it's way out through my skin. I'm Forty-Freakin'-One years old, people!! When does the teenage acne crap stop? You know what's funny? I never had trouble with zits until I turned 21 (Why, yes, Michelle- that is funny )... At the age that signals the official beginning of adulthood, when most people are throwing their old Clearasil tubes in the trash, my face decided to unleash He** on me. I took that horrid Accutane crap when it first started (huge mistake), and have been on just about every other thing under the sun since. ENOUGH! I want clear skin before I die. I guess the upside of it is... oh, forget it. There is no upside.
Well, that was hardly blog-worthy, but that's never stopped me before. It's all I've got for today.
Ooh, one more thing. Darrell thinks I should hold off on changing the name of my blog. He wants me to wait and see what happens with the new adoption plan. He also thinks we should use the name Sam for either a boy or a girl... . And there's your first hint about the new program we've chosen: We are allowed to specify gender. But- we have decided to leave it open. The only reason we requested a boy in the VN program, was because we were told there were more people preferring girls and more boys available. I would rather have it be the way it is when you're pregnant- you get what you get and you like it.
So for those of you who would like to play the "Where in the World is Sam?" game, you've just received your first clue. Not a good clue, I know- but I'll give you better ones when we're ready to let the cat out of the bag. You can guess as many times as you want, I won't reveal the winner until all the clues are given. If you already know the answer because I've told you or because you belong to the Yahoo group for this program, don't spoil it for those who want to play! If you are able to guess the program from this one crappy clue, I will be amazed. So amazed that I just might send you a check for one million dollars -*Might* being the key word, there (say *one MILL-ion dollars* in your best Dr. Evil voice).
Okay, so the prizes in this game are... um... kinda nonexistent, but play anyway!