Would anyone like a twelve year old in good condition? She jumped on top of me jokingly in the dining room and the end result was mommy banged against a wall with a headache and multiple bruises. She’s cute – dirty blond curls and fabulous blue eyes under Brook Shields eyebrows and a lovely figure, smart – straight A’s, loves cats and eats her veggies. She’s potty trained and tells funny jokes. I’ll throw in her sister half price.
Some very close friends of mine have been trying to have a child for the last five years or so. She miscarried a while back, which led to the discovery of some health conditions that would make it difficult if not dangerous for her to try to carry a child to term. So they started looking into adoption. The first agency they went to shut down while they were working on the paperwork. They found a second agency, were matched with a birth mother, papers were signed, name picked out… the whole nine yards. My friend just emailed me to say that the birth mother has backed out of the adoption.
It sucks, these two wonderful people who would make great parents can’t get a break. They said they’re going to try one more time for an adoption. I’m just sad for them right now.
They sound quite sweet. Are they at least ground broken? Feet and teeth up to date? (I’m quite sure their vaccinations are;))
I have experience dealing with horses, cows, and dogs who have boundary issues. Yup, she says, with damp-but-clean poodle pup on the bed, here. We would have to trade in the 2 1/2 year old GD who is quite certain she owns the universe. “Gramma, your living room is a hot mess!”.
They must work if they want to eat, and I don’t make special meals. In fact, if the 12 year old can cook, that would be one of her jobs/chores. We don’t have cable, and the broadband is kinda slow, and they would be allowed 30 minutes for internet, if deserved, after the evening chores are done. I’m not heartless, I wouldn’t separate them if they need to be moved on.
Today was one of those fun days where my brain woke me up 15 minutes before the alarm just to point out how nice and toasty warm it is in my bed and how much it was going to suck having to leave N&T bed to go to work. 
Hershey’s is making it nearly impossible for British made Cadbury’s chocolate to be imported into the USA.
Fuck Hershey’s. Their version of Cadbury isn’t real chocolate.
I didn’t even know Cadbury chocolate had been available in the USA. I guess I’m spoiled living in Canada.
Eldest is so madly in love with animals she’s a committed vegetarian. It’s simultaneously wonderfully moral and annoying as heck. I think she’d faint with happiness at the prospect of living with horses.
I am sitting here awaiting the promised twenty plus inches of snow. So far we have flurries and wind. The end of January is like mid August and just as annoying.
Since this is the pit I would like American male figure skaters to pick names other than Jeremy, Justin and Joshua as it confused my poor brain when watching nationals this weekend. We had Dick, Scott and Brian. That was better.
So, I’m recovering from a five dollar cold.
When we returned from vacation, I called for a shuttle back to La Quinta, where we traditionally leave our car (we start vacation a day early, staying at La Quinta near the airport where the room fee, shuttle, and parking add up to a reasonable amount).
The shuttle driver hacked/sneezed/coughed and blew his nose the entire ten minute ride. I was exhausted, but kinda skeeved out still. When he handed me the bags, I shuddered, and gave him a five dollar tip.
Five days later I was sick.
I’ve been going to a specialist for a couple visits for a minor problem. Really not a big deal, but it’s something my GP wanted a specialist to look at. No problem, other than the $50 cost to walk in the door. The co-pay isn’t what’s annoying me, it’s the fact that each time I go there they take my blood pressure with this little electronic cuff thing. Which would be fine, except it doesn’t freaking work. According to this thing, today my BP was something like 200/110 (my work physical just last week put it at perhaps a touch high but nowhere near hypertension). I’m pretty sure I should be in the actual hospital praying I’m not about to die and not sitting calmly in the outpatient clinic with a BP of 200/110, but the person just wrote it down without even thinking about what the numbers mean.
Not since they closed down my…er, “friend’s” Child Slave Labor Coal Mine.
See, this is why we need to end intrusive government regulations.
Yes, there are. And my 12 year-old granddaughter has discovered them. And she thinks she should be allowed to go the movies, unescorted, with one of them.
She is mistaken.
Well, hell. I’m done for the day.
TheKid has been getting on my last nerve - yammering on about a trip she’s taking in June. At this point, I can only think in terms of a week at a time (will I be healthy? Will I get The Call? etc) and it annoys me that her only thoughts are five months away.
Applied for FMLA for work. Doc filled out everything, faxed it to my employer, only it was missing a few pages. Requested they re-fax. Oops, there was an error and they shredded it. I’ll reprint and bring you another copy, since you don’t “do” email.
Printer crapped out.
Went to the library, printed it out, ran across town to drop it off again. Thought, hey, since I’m over here, I’ll treat myself to Schlotsky’s!
They’re closed. Permanently.
Come home, missed calls from my mom. Call her back and listen to her try and take over my life. As I have to do at least once a week, I had to remind her I’m ill, not feeble. I hate the whole “You can’t do anything” schtick.
On the plus side with her, Lucy-cat has settled in well with her. They are a good pair. I miss her terribly, but it’s best for all of us.
Hershey’s has been producing Cadbury-branded candies for a long while now, but the recipe they use isn’t the same as the one used by the actual Cadbury company in the UK. There are a lot of stores specializing in supplying expats with British goods where you can get the real thing (as well as at Wegman’s). Now Hershey’s has apparently won a trademark infringement lawsuit that prevents a large number of these importers from reselling British-made Cadbury in the USA.
I am extremely peeved.
Eh, I popped a 210/190 and all they did was admit me and give me a shot that dropped it back to normal, and monitored me overnight. 200/110 isn’t immediate death level. [though unmedicated it now will creep up to that level, with meds it stays down around normal levels. I love the wonders of modern medications.]
This month I ordered a new backpack with a pouch large enough to hold a 17" laptop. Apparently it’s not big enough for a 17.3" laptop, though. :smack:
Hershey’s anything isn’t real chocolate… I hope you can find a decent brand soon.
Damn, MissTake, what a shit day. Here’s a little maybe mood-lifter. It’s aimed at bigots, but gratifying to watch nonetheless, and a fun little ditty. I sing it on bad days!
Some folks around here may remember sadillac, an old-time Doper who hasn’t been here for a while. He’s a lawyer. He posted this link on my FB page, which makes me think that maybe it’s not all Cadbury products being banned, just some. I’m not a lawyer, though, so I’m not entirely certain.
As long as I can get my Wispa, I’m good.
When I was there, about the only things I knew of were Caramello and Fruit and Nut bars. And creme eggs at Easter, of course. Moving here, I realised there are things in Canada that aren’t available in the UK either, like Wunderbar. I used to love those. But there’s still a greater variety of Cadbury stuff here than there.
Damn it, missed the editing window. By ‘When I was there’ I meant in the USA.