Hi everyone! Sorry I've been M.I.A. for a few days....I've had a cold, which isn't too surprising because I seem to get them every two months or so. This would have been a way better post if I didn't get sucky news yesterday from my local adoption agency...
We're going to NY next week to see Sofia Coppola and Stephen Dorff give a talk at the TimesTalks!
I am so super duper excited about this and have been on cloud 9 for the past few weeks. I booked flights & cool hotel right off Central Park/Columbus Circle and I was all set to go....Just counting the days....seconds really. If you know me, you know this is a HUGE deal for me!
Anyway, so I had the party-pooper police rain on my parade yesterday....Back to that adoption agency.
I get an email saying I have to update my home study document--again. It's going to expire in less than 3 weeks. Nice of them to tell me now--very close to Christmas/New Years. I freaked out because I don't even have a referral yet (almost 8 months of waiting) and they wanted to update our paperwork (state clearances, medical updates, photo copying up the gazoo!). Plus, more money and interviews. What could they possible want to interview us about? Whether we still want to adopt? It's absolutely ridiculous. Sorry to be bitter here. I really don't mean to be---Especially since I was so looking forward to next Wednesday!
At the moment, I have set up dr. appts for a physical for next Tuesday night...A great way to spend the night before a trip, don't you think? Have I told you I hate hate dr. appts? You'd think I'd be used to them by now, but I seriously get anxious at the thought of them. I seem to associated doctors with bad news. I know they do wonders, but that's not the rational side of me talking!
Anyway, I'm so not looking forward to next Tuesday, but I can't seem to make it to NEXT Wednesday WITHOUT going past Tuesday. I'm so tempted to cancel and deal w. it after I get back...That's the Scarlet O'Hara side of me coming out (I'll deal with it tomorrow!)!!!
I clearly make no sense now.
Well, that was my sort of good news (mixed w. bad!)