OK, I think this is far enough that it won’t show on preview, heehee.
I’vegotanewnephewandI’mnotallowedtotellanybodyyet! And now that I’ve finally gushed it out, the version with spaces: my brother Jay’s fiancée, Cary, requested a child in adoption seven years ago. They haven’t gotten married yet because doing so would have meant restarting the paperwork, and hell no. Cary can’t bear children due to back problems which had her in a brace through much of our childhoods (the two of us have known each other since before Jay was born); she’s now in her late 40s and was starting to wonder if she shouldn’t just give up on the adoption, not wanting to be trying to raise a toddler in her 50s.
The adoption is from Bulgaria, managed through Spanish and Bulgarian Social Services. Cary had asked for a girl (but knew this was a matter of preference, she could get a boy) and been marked down as “good for up to 5 years of age”; as the previous age group ends at 3, she was expecting a girl of about 4 or 5.
The Bulgarian agent who manages her case sent them the information on the 19mo boy they’ve been assigned, George. In his picture you can see that he still doesn’t know what the camera is; he seems to be more surprised than anything else. This week they should get the official call from Spanish Social Services; Cary will ask “oh by the way, in these seven years, you know, life happens, I’m engaged… can he come too?” and then she (maybe he too?) will go to Bulgaria to meet George, and then if everything goes ok the adoption will take place there and my new nephew should be here… sometime between Christmas and the next Spring.
But we can’t tell anybody yet. It’s, you know, like when you’ve been told your friend is pregnant but it’s still the first trimester so don’t tell. OK, so I’m not telling, I’m writing to my imaginary friends!
How is your current quota of big secrets? Anything juicy?
:eek: Very exciting and wonderful news! If getting married means that she would have to restart the paperwork, maybe she shouldn’t mention your brother yet either? I’m a worrier…
Does eating a second helping of Haagen Dazs count as a secret? If so, don’t tell. Shhh…
Blurf. Up an at 'em very early. Please send good thoughts today that my computer skills are good enough not to crash the system. First thing this morning I am importing and overwriting my tiicket Database. If it works it’s all good. If it doesn’t work then it.'s all bad. Will report in a bit.
Conga-rats, Aunt Nava! That is very exciting news, I hope it all goes very smoothly for them all.
I don’t really have any big secrets, except that since we spent the weekend up in Scotland with ‘im indoors’ family, discussions were had about whether we’d ever move up there. While we would happily say yes to that, it does involve me getting a job there so that’s something I’d have to work on. Also, I am unsure about leaving my 81 year-old mother behind since she’s only got me and my brother to rely on, and he’s as much use as a chocolate teapot.
Fingers crossed for you, Butters…hope the database behaves itself!
Fingers crossed for smooth, unsnagged adoption process! Yay, Tía Nava!!
No secrets here. My life is an open book. So don’t go snooping in my purse, or under my bed, or behind the toaster oven…
I woke around 3 to answer the call of nature, and it took over an hour to fall back asleep. Naturally, the alarm clock at 5AM was most unwelcome. dammit.
Thursday will be even earlier - **FCD **has to be at the hospital at 6AM and it’s about 40 minutes from home, assuming no traffic. His surgicals are scheduled for 7:30 and are expected to last about 4 hours. That’s what I’ve got to look forward to. ugh. But before then, I just need to get thru today without falling asleep at my desk. <yawn>
Good luck, Butters! Is it a real data base? Every place I’ve worked, they use Excel like a database, which is inane to my way of thinking. But I’m just a peon, so what do I know?
Onward into the day. Happy First of August and Happy Moanday!
I don’t have any secrets other than not telling Them Downstairs that the cross-stitch project that’s sitting on my couch-side table is their wedding present.
Being an aunt is so cool. All the fun of kids and none of the responsibilities. Fingers crossed for smooth sailing and that George (I will hug him and kiss him and call him George) arrives soon to his new mommy, daddy, and auntie.
I lead the most boring life and therefore have no secrets. People have also learned that I have a big mouth and can keep nothing to myself.
My heartiest congratulations on your impeding Aunt-hood, Nava. And kudos to the lady and your brother for doing this wonderful thing.
Butters, my all your databases belong to us…no, wait, that’s not right. Hopefully all goes well and you launch every Zig for great justice (sorry, that damn meme in my head right now)
FCM, hope this is the last time FCM has to under the knife. Best wishes to you both (and your sleeping schedules)
I can’t think of any secrets I have at this time, but if I remember any I’ll be sure to tell you…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin out and gettin’ cloudy with a predicted high of ONLY 89 (well, brrrrrr!) and rain/tstorms/apocalypse later this mornin’ and into the afternoon. Today is the first of the month. I don’t have many, many, many, reports to produce. Retirement is good.
Felicidades Tía Nava! Yeah, I stole it from BigKitty. So what!
As far as big secrets go I don’t have any. I am an open book. Well, except for that one padlocked closet no one is allowed to look in. That muffled sound you hear comin’ from it from time to time is mice. That’s all. Mice.
OK, I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I shall purtify and venture out amongst the public. I am goin’ to :eek: Wally*World :eek: this mornin’. The only other adventure today will be makin’ pepper steak for dindin. Rah.
Congrats Nava! That’s wonderful news! You’ll of course have to keep us updated as it goes along.
Big Secrets, eh?
Well now that it’s all over I guess I can say I bought a house and moved this summer. I preferred to keep the process quiet until it was over but it’s all done now, just settling in.
Made the move because I wanted more space, and the old place had no room for more than one visitor, much less having my children stay with me. Now they have their own rooms, and we just concluded several weeks of time together. It’s apparent that I have really missed living with my family, which I haven’t for 8 years.
So yeah, I can dig the adoption thing.
Otherwise back to work, refreshed, until my next time off, which is soon.
Happy Monday!
Goodness knows, when I think doggio, I think mystery and intrigue. And Hockey. And Beer. And Gordie. Yeah, mystery and intrigue…
Boss hasn’t come in yet and I’m out of work. Pretty much all I’ve done is a quick review of what I did last week along with an email to him detailing a couple of issues I encountered, one of which he knows about. So *lalalalalalalalala *nothing to do at the moment…
can you believe a message I just received?
[QUOTE=old school acquaintance]
I donated money to you and now your making me feel sorry by posting these political comments!
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I thanked her for the donation and also said
[QUOTE=me]
I’m sorry you feel that way, but I know you’re smart enough to realize that being allowed to have differing opinions is what makes this country great. And our differing opinions don’t change the fact the the SSA has screwed me over, and I am fighting them to reverse their decision.
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Congrats, Nava! I remember the hoops my bro & SIL had to jump through to get my nephew from China. It was a lot of work, but nobody in the family has ever regretted it. Best of luck!
2Gig, you may be the first Mumper ever to move without complaining about it to the rest of us. (Which is what we’re here for, anyway!) I hope you’re enjoying the new place!
I had a long, tiring weekend that was nevertheless quite fun. My best friend’s 13-year-old daughter came to stay with us for the weekend. It was just for funsies (last year, when the poor kid’s grandma was terminally ill, she spent a lot of time with us while her mom was helping the family). She only lives about a mile away and I see her all the time, but she likes hanging out with her “best adult friends.” We played Clue and watched tv, and I fed her bad things because I should never be responsible for children.
Saturday night was the big Harry Potter event downtown that we spent two weeks making wands for. The event was supposed to be from 10-Midnight, and about 150 people had RSVP’d to the facebook invite. There were over a thousand people there. Our wands sold out at 9:57 pm. I then made someone find me a deck of tarot cards and spent the rest of the event doing $5 readings. I’m still tired.
I have survived :eek: Wally*World :eek: Go Me! I also have pepper steak in the slow cooker. Go Me Again! Now I shall chill whilst waitin’ for the rain/tstorms/apocalypse to commence.
giggity yay on the new digs!
drae the point of a non-parent havin’ someone else’s child around is to do all the bad things the child can’t do at home. So ya done good.
When we were getting ready to go to the event on Saturday night, I suddenly realized I hadn’t fed her dinner. When I said something, she replied “Oh, I was just going to grab that leftover spaghetti in your fridge.” She is more responsible than I am. When I relayed this to her mother, I was told that if Sarah could legally get a job and earn her own money, she could live on her own easily. Then I fed her mashed potatoes for breakfast.
