Random Stuff

So I got a package from my accountant in the mail today. Huge. It is so I can sweat blood all over the paper entering all my data into tiny little boxes so he can hand it over and give it to his secretary to do. He just signs the friggin' line where he says he did the damn return. Do I really need to be thinking about doing my taxes right now? Is he trying to tell me something? Just because I JUST finished paying the rest of my taxes owed from last year after I had to extend, doesn't mean I'm normally a POS who can't get their return done. Did I mention that the package included a bill for this year, based on last years "work" he had to do? What work? It's 4 months 'til April dude! Procrastinate, procrastinate, procrastinate. Estimates? What estimates? You want $950.00 before you even do anything? Where's the phonebook, I'm sure I can find some other CPA.








A trip with my Mother to Sacramento.


Doesn't that sound joyous? It WAS pretty fun. We went to go see Andre Rieu. She got the tickets from Public TV. Tons of "older people" there. You would think this would be the one concert where I would get out of the stadium without an alcohol mishap. Nope- the guy next to me spilled an ENTIRE pint into my new purse. My bag leaked lager for two days.



We stayed in the Sheraton Grand Sacramento Hotel. I was a bit disappointed. Seeing as I have been trying to please my Mom my ENTIRE life, I had ordered a welcome basket, flowers and a car to drive us to the concert. Ummmmmm..... they DID have my reservation but NOTHING else and absolutely NO record (ahem) of my requesting these things.





Being my usual anal self where my Mom is concerned, I had called twice and confirmed before I left to pick her up.


Thank G*D she didn't say anything. I would have totally freaked.


The bed was comfortable. And here was our view.



I want to say- need more restaurant area and WHY, WHY FOR G*D'S SAKE WASN'T THE COFFEE SHOP OPEN THE NEXT MORNING!!!!

I'm writing Arnold. Surely, he would never stand for this in his city.








On the Adoption Front

Well, we passed our TB test and fingerprints (again). Yessiree. Basically everything is done except our floor plan, emergency escape route map, our "marketing" page (man, I totally didn't want to do this, you know the pictures of the house and family and just how absolutely perfect we are to raise this child type stuff) and our updated homestudy.

It feels so weird to me not to have to think about paying BCIS, INS whatever they are going by now.

OH! Oh! I am going to paste an e-mail I sent to my friend Denise (who I will talk about later) about my CPR/FA class:

***Well, It was ok. They changed a few things from the last time I took the class and they also taught us how to use one of those shocker thingies. I sound so knowledgeable don't I?

The instructor had us all introduce ourselves and say why we were taking the class. DH was first and said that the reason was that we were adopting.

One of the guys there said
"You must be one of those sheep following after Angelina to Africa. Where are you getting a baby, from Niger? You know, there are plenty of babies here to need good homes."

DH had to put a hand on my knee so I didn't get up and rip the guys' throat out. I guess he saw I was mad and tried to make it up by saying that at least we were better than any REAL parents by taking the class. AAHHH that made it worse.

So I got up on my soap box when it was my turn to introduce myself and I'm sure DH was afraid- very afraid- of what I was going to say.

I just said that there certainly WAS a great need in Africa, that there are many children who need parents, that we were taking the class for Fost-Adopt and also that we had other children in our home who deserve to have parents who can help them if the need arose.

That's it. He was quiet for a while but then later all he could talk about were the women victim's boobs and that he needed to take the class to finish up his dentistry degree.

Yeesh.

The class was long but I'm happy I took it. ******

Oh, and my agency called the other day about a month after I left them a message about the Fos-Adopt decision. Hmmmm...... they are REALLY on top of things huh?




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Denise is leaving on the 20th for her court date in Russia. She wrote me about my last post and I hope she doesn't mind me posting it here, it means a lot to me. Thanks, always have the positive thoughts going to your family. MY family will be thinking of you on your court date. Just think a son for Christmas!

****I tried to post this comment on your blog, but blogger wouldn't log me in for some reason. Grrrr... so here it is anyway.

"I KNOW that feeling! My smiled disappeared for MANY, MANY years for different reasons, mostly infertility. It has returned and I can't seem to get it off my face! ;o) A great feeling, isn't it?

I thought of you and your Phoenix Lake post a while back, while I was on my way to work last week. I was driving just outside of JT on my way to the "office". The sun was just beginning to rise. The mountains were very black and the sunrise was beautiful oranges,reds and yellows! I wanted to stop and take a picture so I could post it just for you, but of course like usual, I was late for work and didn't have time. I've thought about stopping one morning anyway.

What a great post!! So glad you SMILE IS BACK!! You have a dimple??? Hahaha! Just kidding. ;o)"*****


Wow! You're still with me? These last two links are sooo worth the wait.

Robert Lopez and Jeff Marx are the songwriting team behind the Tony award-winning Broadway musical, Avenue Q. Featuring both people and puppets, the subversive show is about a group of aimless, 30-somethings with low expectations and active libidos. Avenue Q includes such songs as "It Sucks to be Me," "Everyone's A Little Bit Racist," "If You Were Gay," and "I Wish I could Go Back to College." The new companion book, Avenue Q: The Book, is covered in bright orange fur. K people, you gotta hear some of these songs. Love 'em.





Border Fence Firm Snared for Hiring Illegal Workers


"he says the case proves that construction companies need a guest-worker program."