So, Do You Have That Baby Yet?
No. Duh! Do you see me with a baby? Did I say I had a baby? No. No. No. No baby yet. I'll letcha know, OK?

Wow, where did that come from? In any case, I get asked at church and work about how our adoption is going. I yammer off the same old crap, "Well, we'll probably know who she is by the end of May or beginning of June, and will probably go get her in the middle of July, if we're lucky."

Nothing has changed, at all.

Actually, Something Has Changed
Alison has changed jobs. A few months ago she left the Underground Lair and now works for the Land Baron Association. Since that changed, we now have to have Jane, our social worker, make a page stating this that we'll take to China. However, Jane is a very busy person, and we really don't need this document until July. But not getting it soonish, and we contacted her about 2 or 3 weeks ago, causes me stress.

And speaking of the Underground Lair, Alison's replacement is a freak. Not the kind you don't take home to mother (and will never let your spirits down, once you get her off the street), but the crazy kind. Perhaps she's like the old bungee boss, but she hasn't snapped out of the UL yet. Poor Dorororina, Alison's former co-worker, is having to deal with someone who thinks they need to redo all the filing, while not understanding how the database works, etc. Basic craziness. The Underground Lair has a high turnover rate though, so maybe Dorororina or the Superfreak will leave, and all will be good again.

Two Christines
Christine 1: Christine, my niece, and the rest of her robotics team at school, won the regional animation championships with their 30 second advertisement for some non-existent product. I still haven't seen the footage. But now she goes to the Nationals, which are also held in boring old Atlanta. Sheesh, put it in Vegas or San Francisco. Atlanta sucks.

Christine 2: Christine, the Alliance Credit gal, called yesterday. I jotted down the info about what she called. JCWhitney order. Crap, first JCWitney ships me only half of my shocks. Then they ship the other part of my order, and get one of the gear oils at the wrong viscosity. And now something else. Well, I called and left a message yesterday and today I called and gave her my work number in a message. She called. Seems she's not with JCWhitney, but JC Penney. My obsession with having two shocks lying near the kitchen table for a month almost has warped my brain. She was looking for Marty Postagulous. I'm no Marty.

It does stress me a little, as there are no Marty Postagulous's in all of Alabama. I'm hoping someone hasn't identity thefted me, badly, and messed up my name. Heck, if they're going to mess up my name, they need to mess up my address, etc, and just be a total loser.

I can't have identity theft now. Too much crap is going on anyway.

Too Much Crap Thursday
Today is a little busy. When I get off work, I go home and then Alison takes off work early. She'll go to the eye doctor and they'll dilate her eyes and eventually she'll get new contacts. Hers are over 2 yrs old. Then, oh joy, at 9:15 pm Alison gets an MRI. That's a freakin' late MRI. I'll be reading Getting Along With the Chinese: For Fun and Profit during both of Alison's appointments.

If I knew I'd be staying up late having no fun, I wouldn't have stayed up late having fun for the last week/month/etc. I'm a near zombie. But I've gotten to that point in Gran Turismo 2 (yes, I'm playing a 6 yr old Playstation game again) where the money is starting to flow. Kids, get the Ford GT40 then race the Red Rock track on the Gran Turismo All Stars race series, sell the Tuscan Speed 12 for $500,000, cha cha cha.
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 8:57 AM