yeah, they bonded

I've been reading some of the depressing stories of adoptees failing to bond. Regardless of the Fibromyalgia demon that I am currently battling, I am so lucky, so blessed, so filled with joy. We have two kids who are fully bonded. Happy kids. Bright, laughing, sweet, kind, normal kids. So, so lucky. And my heart goes out to all the parents who didn't. It was just fate, karma, luck of the draw, God, who knows?

ATTENTION AL GORE!!!

HERE IS THE REASON FOR GLOBAL WARMING.

ps. You can click on it to see the picture in its full, horrifying-yet-strangely-fascinating glory.

Oh Blogger, PLEASE LET ME UPLOAD SOME PICTURES

We had a lovely Christmas if you don't count the fact that I had some sort of "achy flu" stuff that kept me in bed most of the day.

I've got a buncha pictures but Blogger is being a twit and won't let me upload them. Please stand by as we are experiencing technical difficulties.

Back as soon as Blogger cooperates. I want to load the gaudy house picture. I guess I'll see if Picasa will let me in (I managed to get this one to upload through Picasa)

luvyakthksbye

Santa Claus Is Kind Of A Jerk

A friend sent me this card in 1985, and it cracked me up. Hope your Santa (if you have one coming to your house) behaves better.

I Can Haz Puppy For Christmas? HECK NO.

Nope, not ours. The puppy is named "Bardi" after Vince Lombardi. It belongs to our next door neighbors but of course I had to get the camera out. We're busy Christmas shopping and closet organizing but I found something in my closet I want to talk about. It's my old Show n' Tell from 1966. Anybody remember them? Did you know that you can get light bulbs for them even though GE doesn't sell them anymore? Email me if you're interested for details.

Back in a flash, but now I must dash to the mall. Love to go shopping at the mall when my presents are all bought, strolling around feeling smug and superior. Come to think of it, I USUALLY feel that way. Hmmm. Maybe I should work on being more humble for 2008. Hmmm..

Anyway cultr kthks luvyabye, Jane.

P.S. Miss Cellania, the thought of stopping Meredith's ballet lessons makes me feel just, well, awful. I wanted to see my daughters dance toe solos because I never got to. Yeah, I know, bad reason for my fanaticism on the subject. Kris, I hear ya. She really does like them when she gets there, she just likes to complain. And she's really into estate planning. Yesterday while at Lowe's she asked Roger if she would get his tools when he died. Cracked up a bunch of shoppers.

So, Are You Dead Yet?

Meredith: How long do I have to take ballet?
Me: Well, I know you prefer soccer, but ballet helps you with athletics. Did you know that even football players sometimes take ballet? Ballet helps you be graceful and that will help you with your athletic plans...
Meredith (interrupting) : Excuse me Mom, but when you die, can I stop taking ballet?
Me: Yes.
Meredith: So, when are you going to die?

She's A PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER!!!!!!!!

So it's the first violin recital for Miss Madeleine Margaret Changsheng, and I'm clicking away like mad with my Nikon. Got a lot of shots of her while she was posing for her formal portrait (the photographer was cool with it, as long as I wrote the check for HIS pictures), then lots of shots of her setting up, etc.

Then I start to hear the murmurs from other familes.

"She must be a professional photographer."

I was too busy shooting to pay any attention. Then I figured it out. Why was a Caucasian woman shooting 100 pictures of an Asian child? Why, her parents must have hired me to, um, PROFESSIONALLY PHOTOGRAPH HER.

The kids file in for the recital.....

and I'm trying to get the video ready and also still photograph every second of this momentous occasion, and I'm running over to her chair, adroitly dodging young artists setting up their instruments to snap more pictures. I majored in Journalism, you know, and I was taught to get the shot no matter what. Get the shot. GET THE SHOT. Who cares if you look like a multitasking monkey on crack.

......."professional photographer"....

My mom was seated in her chair and started to hear the murmurs. It was too much for her.

Mom turned around.

"She's not a professional photographer. She's an ATTORNEY."

My fan club refused to believe.

".....professional photographer."

Mom turned around again.

"She's also a PROFESSOR."

"......professional photographer"....

Mom turned around again.

"She's an ATTORNEY and she just WON A BIG CASE!"

Finally I turned around to my fan club (before Mom informed them of my upcoming nomination to the United States Supreme Court) and said, "Nope, I'm NOT a professional, BUT I'LL BE DELIGHTED TO SHOOT ALL OF Y'ALL FOR FREE AFTER THE RECITAL." Um, by the way, I mean with a camera.

And I did!!!!

Are You A Democrat, Republican, or Southerner?

Note: this is an old joke that has been making the rounds of the internet for years so it may be familiar to you. If you really want to know, we do not own a gun. We have two curious children and I am convinced that Madeleine could crack any safe; I've watched her decipher my internet password by simply watching me and I type 100 words per minute. I do not think that storing one in the attic is going to provide much protection from intruders.

My husband owned one when he was working as a Probation Officer, and it was stolen in a home break-in years before. The police said that if Roger and his roomies had arrived home during the break in they may have been killed because the teenagers had loaded the gun and were ready to use it if confronted (one kid confessed) For God's sake do not enter your home if you see signs that it's been broken into. Whip out the cell and call the cops. As a lawyer I can't tell you how many cases I've seen of people shot when they confronted an armed intruder.

Anyway by the time of the gun theft he was riding a desk and did not need one for work. I support reasonable gun control laws. When the children are in high school, we plan to purchase a gun and teach them to use it. I love to shoot and I am a great shot. So is Roger. We also plan on enrolling them in karate.


Are you a Democrat, a Republican, or a Southerner? Here is a little test that will help you decide.

The answer can be found by posing the following question: You're walking down a deserted street with your wife and two small children. Suddenly, a man with a huge knife comes around the corner, locks eyes with you, screams obscenities, raises the knife, and charges at you.You are carrying a 40 caliber Glock, and you are an expert shot. You have mere seconds before he reaches you and your family. What do you do? ..............................................................


THINK CAREFULLY AND THEN SCROLL DOWN


Democrat's Answer: Well, that's not enough information to answer the question!
Does the man look poor or oppressed?
Have I ever done anything to him that would inspire him to attack?
Could we run away?
What does my wife think?
What about the kids?
Could I possibly swing the gun like a club and knock the knife out of his hand?
What does the law say about this situation?
Does the Glock have an appropriate safety built into it?
Why am I carrying a loaded gun anyway, and what kind of message does this send to society and to my children?
Is it possible he'd be happy with just killing me?
Does he definitely want to kill me, or would he be content just to wound me?
If I were to grab his knees and hold on, could my family get away while he was stabbing me?
Should I call 9-1-1?
Why is this street so deserted?
We need to raise taxes, have a paint and weed day, and make this a happier, healthier street that would discourage such behavior.
This is all so confusing! I need to debate this with some friends for few days and try to come to a consensus. ..................................................

Republican's Answer: BANG!.....................................................

Southerner's Answer: BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click.....
(Sounds of reloading)
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click.
Daughter: "Nice grouping, Daddy! Were those the Winchester Silver Tips or Hollow Points?"
Son: "Can I shoot the next one?"
Wife: "You're not takin' that to the Taxidermist!"