Well, How y’all doin’? Things around here have been busy, as usual lately. Mr. Man and I have two weeks of foster/adopt classes under our belt. Eight more to go. I haven’t blogged about it as much as I thought I would…the past couple of classes have mainly been putting our toes into the water, getting introduced to the new world we are entering. We have so much to learn, so much to do. But I have to tell you, I am so proud of Mr. Man. He is thriving in these classes. He, usually so reserved, even made a presentation of sorts. SO proud.
There’s a long list of things we need to do. Background checks, health checks, home studies, health inspection, fire inspection, baby-proofing…just off the top of my head. And this is on top of the other getting-the-house-in-order thing I’m so whacked out about already.
I was so nervous the week before, and on top of PMS, I was eating everything I could get my hands on. Ugh. I can get back on the right track, though. The number on the scale is feedback, not failure, right? Anyway, I tend to pop off and make what I think are funny remarks when I’m nervous, but not everyone thinks they’re funny. The first night was one of those nights. Ugh. At the end of class, I told the developer I am really serious about this, I was just nervous about being approved. She said there was no reason to be nervous, after all, I hadn’t ever KILLED anyone, right?
Um, no.
So, we should be fine, she assured me.
I’m sure Mr. Man was rolling his eyes behind my back. But he should be used to this by now. 
The thing I keep thinking about is how I was so nervous before I had my first (and only, so far) surgery, and after it was done, though I was sore, I survived and it wasn’t something I should have been so scared about after all.
I’m so glad Mr. Man and I are in this together.
So, what have y’all been up to this week?
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I spent a little time cursing Renae under my breath and grumbling to my husband “this piece of x!$% has possibly the worst dialogue I’ve ever read and very little punctuation and it won the Pulitzer! And the plot is completely depressing and disgusting!”
I like the fact you are hitting the blog again, Jenny! You’ve never steered me wrong on a book yet, and the fact that in the end, you were really enthisiastic about this one makes me curious. I also haven’t read the one you recommended this week!
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It’s humbling to accept a gift like that, with no way to return it.
Wow, Britta, what a heartwarming story. And you’re right, it is odd that the acts of generosity are the ones that disarm us. BTW– I try to comment on your blog from time to time, but for some reason, I don’t seem to be able to. But rest assured, I read it! Miss you . . .
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Alright, you with me? Let’s start this party right. I know I, for one, have been a bottom-feeder for the last few months. A scavenger sitting in the mud and spitting out rocks on the bottom of the fishtank, flipping through my TIVO and watching umpteenth re-runs, models modeling, mensa members losing to fifth graders, chefs making 20-course meals out of garbanzo beans, and stars doing everything from dancing to rehab to showing us their “other talents.”
Glad y’all are back, Zoanne!
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…your eight year-old looks around disgustedly and queries, “Are you EVER going to clean this floor?!”
Oh, I know, Groovy, I KNOW. *SIGH* I can also sympathize with your bout of Spring Fever, though I am not NEARLY as productive.
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But wait! There’s more! I grabbed the towel and… and… it grabbed me back! Then it hissed at me just before it sunk it’s nasty teeth into my hand.
Yowza, Ms. Karen!
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Where is this all going to end?
That’s a very good question, Selma.
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I think I hear some little crackly pecking…
Aw! What a cute little pecker, Suz! Lucky, indeed! 
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No. That word isn’t “definition”. It’s “De Finition” i.e. FINISHED (in French).
Again, WONDERFUL, Diva A! You guys, when this gal is published, you are in for a treat!
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Well, I had another birthday this week. Non-eventful, with the usual harrassment by my younger brother and younger husband than I am old. Mid-forties my be considered old by some people, but I can assure you I am very immature for my age…But, the appearance of another birthday made me realize that I am running out of the “somedays” I refer to when I think about accomplishing my dreams.
Happy belated, Duchess! I feel the same way you do, on all counts.
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I’ve never really thought much about formulating a “perfect” pitch, I just throw out what I know about the story. I’ve been lucky at times to flag down interest in my work, but no sale. So I guess it’s time to GET SERIOUS about learning things now to prepare for the time I will be “perfectly pitching” the finished MA thesis manuscript.
Another Castleite re-examining the get serious angle. I’m so proud of you, MegMorrison!
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I read somewhere once that you know you’ve found your calling when the activity makes you lose all track of time.
I KNEW it! Sleep! SLEEP is my calling! No, wait, time-wasting on the ‘Net… No, INDECISION! That’s my calling! You are so COOL, Jaye!
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Hehehe…me in the morning! (Sorry, Groovy!)
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Sometimes, though it’s more like this:
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(downtown OKC) we were buying tickets for the water taxi at the Red Dirt Emporium, we came across 
some of Aunt Chick’s cookie cutters, the same kind Granny used for over 60 years to make some of her special holiday cookies. And we learned that store is the only retailer in OKC to 
carry them. Hmmm? And as we walked away from the water taxi dock after our ride, a tall, perfect daisy greeted us as we approached the flowerbed near the steps leading to the street. Daisies were her favorite flower.
Bricktown is really neat. It’s the entertainment district of OKC, where there are clubs, restaurants, a baseball 
stadium and a man-made waterway with mosaics, shops and the like on its banks, similar to the Riverwalk in San Antonio. We ate at Earl’s Rib Palace, a place with DELICIOUS barbeque, fit for a king. No, really. Earl, a native of Eastern Oklahoma, used to be Elvis’s chef, and now, as his bio says, Earl’s recipies also live on as a part of history, even though he passed about a year after the King of Rock and Roll. YUM!
