Sick again

Oh my gosh, we've been hit with another wave of germs here. What is going on with the cold and flu season this year? It's ridiculous. I haven't been sick this much since I was pregnant. Darrell and I both have horrible colds that refuse to die. I sound like Burgess Meredith. Are you guys old enough to know who he is? It just means my voice is probably on its way out. Alex and Evan are just getting over the flu. It looks like Tuck and Bri may be next in line for colds (please, God, no). Livie seems okay, and as usual Mike isn't sick, but finds reasons to be angry and complain anyway.

All of this means that, once again, I am waaaaaay behind on my life. If you could see my house, you would think thieves ravaged the place looking for diamonds, or something. And they left their snotty kleenexes everywhere. Rude thieves. But no. It's just the destruction caused by 8 people who don't give a flip about anything but their own bothersome, germ-filled bodily fluids.

I desperately want to spend the day cleaning. Really I do. Desperately. But I haven't been keeping up with my blogs. You know I gotta find out what you guys are up to. I miss you goofy people. There are big stories to be read. Lives are being lived out there and I just simply must know what's going on. I won't have time to do both. Obviously. Can't spend a day on the computer reading and cleaning disgusting germ-covered toilets at the same time. Hmmmm. What to do, what to do?

Enough about that. I have a tiny bit of positive adoption news. Turns out our FBI fingerprints were not lost. They were sent to our agency and our coordinator didn't know they were there (she isn't in the main office where the mail goes). Once she got them, she sent them to us, so that's done. And our completed homestudy is now in the mail, on it's way to us, so I can mail it to USCIS. These were the last two things we were waiting on, so YIPPEE! Our dossier will soon be ready to send in to the agency!!

I got to hold a teeny tiny baby in church last Sunday and could hardly stand it- she was so precious. I'm ready! I want my baby! No more waiting!

Xin Nian Kuai Le!

Happy Chinese New Year!

This is the Year of the Ox. If you were born in 1949, 1961, 1973, 1985, 1997, 0r 2009, you are an Ox Baby.

We have our decorations up and we'll be having a big Chinese feast tonight- Yay!

Time to post... something

Although I have nothing of value to say, I guess I'd better say something. I'm being told by certain people that they worry when I haven't posted in a while. They wonder if I'm sick or in jail.

I've been a bad blogger again. Sorry. But I really haven't had anything to say, or any time to say it. Everything and nothing is going on around here. I guess I'll just fill a post with useless, random tidbits. Then at least certain people will know I'm still alive.

I assume we all watched the same thing on tv last Tuesday, right? The all-day "House" marathon on USA? YES! HOUSE! I kid. You know me with the kidding. I though it was important for the kids to see the worship service coronation obamination inauguration for the historical significance and educational value- so I put on my big girl panties and watched like everyone else, although I couldn't keep from vomiting in my mouth just a tiny bit.

Talking about B.O.- oh, excuse me- that's Pres. B.O. now- always reminds me of Alex's dog, because of that one post a couple weeks ago where I was talking about the dog and said he was evil, and that girl got mad at me for linking the word evil to His Holiness and not being reverent enough. Remember that? Yeah, good times. Good, good times.

So anyway, I'll talk about the dog now. Alex's new puppy, JD, is growing like crazy. I need to take a new picture of him and post it. Sometimes he looks bigger from one day to the next. He's big enough now to get up on my couch by himself. AND he is still peeing in my house. I do not appreciate this. If he pees while he's up on my couch, that will be very, very bad for the Jay Dizzle. He started Puppy Kindergarten (yes, that really is what it's called) a few weeks ago and is learning to sit and stay and all that business (for scant moments at a time), but he's still a little spaz. I'm pretty sure he's on the crack. Do they make ADHD meds for dogs?

On the adoption front: We're still waiting... The homestudy is being reviewed by the agency, so I haven't been able to send it to USCIS yet. Our current I171-H expires Feb. 2nd. I've already requested the extension, so I don't know if the homestudy has to be submitted before the 2nd or not. We're also still waiting for our FBI background checks. They should have come by now and I'm getting worried. I can't find a phone number or valid email address to contact them and check on anything. Very frustrating.

BUT... To help myself stay sane and happy as I wait, I bough a crib! I saw it on sale online, so we bought it. It should be here any day and I'm so excited. This is it:
I saw it in a store and loved it- it seemed really rock solid- but it was way beyond what we wanted to spend. I was thrilled when I saw it on sale. It was still more than we'd hoped to spend on a crib, but the peace of mind in knowing that it's sturdy and safe is worth it to me, and apparently- every single baby item on earth is more expensive than we'd hoped. Why didn't any of you people tell me that babies and their belongings are incredibly expensive? Every single baby item I see is One Milllllion Dollars (said in my best Dr. Evil voice). Now, we just need... let me think... Oh, yeah- Everything else! Ha! We seriously, honestly have nothing for this baby! Can you believe it? A family with nine children has no baby crap in the house! We have to buy everything from the biggest piece of furniture down to the tiniest pair of socks. HAHAHAHAHAAAA! Cripes. That's really not all that funny, now that I think about it.

It's like Luke and Laura withdrawal all over again

Remember back when you were in junior high and high school and you would spend the summers lazily baking in the sun (covered with oil, reeking of coconuts, with the lemon juice in your hair, pretending you didn't see your mom's note to "pick up your room and do some ironing") right up until it was time to come inside and watch "General Hospital," because you were a spoiled brat and you didn't have a job or do anything of importance all day long (besides the baking and the GH watching, I mean)?

Remember how attached you got to all the characters and goofy story lines on the show? Luke and Laura

(I hated that stupid headdress/veil thingy but, man, her teeth were freakishly white), Scottie, the Quartermaines... Bobbie and Dr. Noah Drake... hmm, hmm, hmm... Rick Springfield was such a fox. Later, there was Blackie Parrish- before he was Uncle Jesse, Rebecca Romijn's hub, or Dr. Tony Gates, Frisco Jones, Greg and Jenny... No, wait- that was "All My Children-" another must-see show at the time.

Anyway, remember how horrible it was to go back to school each fall and leave GH life behind? How foreign it felt to be sitting in Science listening to Mr. Wilson (who kicked the trash can like a psycho when he got angry), when your heart, mind, and soul wanted to be back in Port Charles with Luke and Laura?

You remember that, right? It's not just me, is it?

Huh? Is it, guys?


Oh, I see... Maybe it is.

Well, anyway- that's exactly how I've been feeling again lately. In an effort to become more organized and manage my time better, I've forced myself to to through my Reader folders and unsubscribe to some of the 65 blogs I was following. My goal was to cut it down to 10-15 blogs. I'm down to 29. I cannot possibly part with one more blog. I can't do it, I tell ya. I'm missing out on everything. I don't know what's going on in some of your lives now. It's worse than GH withdrawal. Much, much worse.