Trying Not To Freak Out (In a Good Way)
One of the reasons we picked Chinese Children's Adoption International as our adoption agency is that they are the best. They are smart and they shelter you from random crap that happens all around your adoption, only hassling you with the important stuff. I'm sure this cuts down on ulcers, which would require a new homestudy (not really).

Some agencies aren't so bright and will pass on info constantly, thus giving their clients ulcers, but also giving them information that they share with others on the internet and we all freak out.

China has mailed our referral. It has not gotten to our agency in Denver yet. But when it does (Tuesdayish maybe) Alison's cell phone is the first point of contact.

Now, if Alison is slacking off like she was earlier today when I left a message on her cell phone, then they'll call my work next. But I figure Alison will enjoy being the first, and I'd just come off as a total dork to a stranger.

But it's my email that the referral photos will come to. Yes, more than likely, within the week, we will know not only who our daughter is, but what she looks like.

And I have told my sister that the referral photos aren't that good. And they aren't. The kids really perk up after having a few months in Los Estados Unidos.

I Was Going To Write About Numbers
Or, more specifically, how I'm not too fond of how I make some of them. My 4's are pretty sad. And 8, don't get me started. My 8's aren't so much horrible, as unpredictable. And you'd think that with occasionally setting up BODs in the lab, where you have to write down the initial dissolve oxygen in mg/l, and it has to be between 7.0 and 8.9, and it's always in the 8's, that I'd get good at it. But no.

The true sadness of 8's came earlier when I was writing down a form number in some investigation paperwork. I made to little circles rather than making my messy 8. Sometimes, sadly, my 8 has such a small little bottom that it looks rather 9ish.

I have no problems with 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 9, and I hope no one has trouble with 0. But 5, that's not really true, as we all kind of have the 5/S issue going on. It's a contextual thing.

Grap On My Tired
I keep seeing this. I want to know what it means. I know it means "what the...?" alledgedly. But I want to know the origins.
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 1:04 PM