Wednesday, August 31, 2005


Someone finally returned my phone call about our CIS approval. I called this morning and used what John calls my "teacher voice" to leave a message. I got a return call immediately. We could be waiting for another month. If that is the case, we won't travel until next summer. I'm so frustrated. At least Squidward will be pleased that I won't be stalking him anymore.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Dreamy kitchen

My kitchen: Small, somewhat functional, and decorated in a way that hurts me a bit in the form of blue toile. If the dishwasher is open, I can't get to the sink. I try and see the positive: I'm lucky to have a dishwasher. I do a lot of cooking because of our gluten issues, so a kitchen that I want to hang out in would be groovy. We've come up with a layout, and now I need to think about the details including wood and colors. There will be nothing blue about it. In doing some kitchen design searching, I came across this fabulous setup which my husband will most certainly veto: The Coffin Kitchen But I really love it. Seriously. He wouldn't let me decorate the half bath with my many pictures of the Madonna, either. I have several that light up. Not to mention the snow globes. Some people just don't get it.

Get your New Yorker!

Today's the day, our PSA for WomenHeart is in this week's New Yorker. So flip through it while in the checkout line, and find the 4-page pull out special ad. I haven't seen it yet, it's only in major city areas....apparently not Hartford....despite the fact that we are two hours from NYC and Boston. More heart stuff: WomenHeart Survival Charm My 5 year anniversary is coming up, but I don't want a charm that says "5-year Survivor", because I sure don't want the survival to end there. You know how that goes. My Mommy Has a Big Heart t-shirt for Lily (Get it? I have dilated cardiomyopathy?)

Sunday, August 28, 2005


Upon being told by her father that she shouldn't hold the sparkler so close to her face, Lily took one huge step back. Hard to get away from those attached limbs.

Fresh Air Poisoning

Did you know that after a long day of swimming, crafting, drawing sand pictures, star-gazing, and marshmallow roasting that it is possible to be too tired to open the tent and to simply doze off leaning against the outside?

Friday, August 26, 2005

Gone for a few days

We're off for a weekend of camping. The one and only time I've been camping is in June with Kate, and we roughed it on an island off the coast of Maine. We slept on the ground and peed in the woods. This time, I'm going with the family (and dog), driving for one hour and staying at some sort of luxury camping site. Bathrooms, showers, lake, paddle boats, in-ground pool, water at each site. And the air matress is already packed. It will be cushy compared to what I did before. I even bought marshmallows, although you can't make me eat one.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

*LA-LA-LA- I can't hear you!*

An article I wish I hadn't read: Puppies as shark bait witchvox

Monday, August 22, 2005

Someone stop me

Yes, just 22 hours until the next US Postal Service Delivery. Squidward is back on duty, and today he didn't even look at my face as he handed me the stack of CIS-approval-less mail. I need an intervention.

Here's one for me

Death. Been there, done that. Got the t-shirt.

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Big Time

Ooo, exciting news! Dan Levine, creator of CT News Junkie website, will be featured in the NY Times tomorrow! Congrats, Dan!

Thursday, August 18, 2005


Unsure of how to feel about the fact that someone visited here based on an AOL search for CT women fucking animals. That's my other blog! Sorry.

"Kidneys are the new black"

John had his regular, every-3-month kidney check up last week. Things are stable. A little review of his four kidneys: the original two were destroyed by focal segmental glomerulosclerosis,he was diagnosed at age 7 with the disease. He had a transplant from a living donor (his brother) at age 18. He immediately had an episode of rejection and then infection, got through it, only to have that kidney taken over by the disease. It was too good of a match. He was on dialysis for 3.5 years, and then had a cadaveric transplant in 1992. This one is still functioning at about 1/3 normal capacity. So, he has 4 kidneys, but only one sorta works. He will likely need another transplant. When he got the last one, he waited at the top of the waiting list for a kidney for 3.5 years. Now, the average wait for a kidney is 8-9 years. That is a long time on dialysis. I saw an article Steven Cojocaru, fashion guru, who is in need of a second transplant. He plans on being very public about the need for organ donation:
Cojocaru says he's "determined" to get another kidney and is trying to "help make donating kidneys the new, trendy, hot thing to do. Hotter than buying a house in Malibu." "Kidneys are the new black!" he joked.
CNN on Cojocaru

Wednesday, August 17, 2005


No letter.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Squidward is on vacation

But even Squidward's replacement didn't bring me my letter. The letter is coming from the same agency where this is happening: Babies caught up in "no-fly" confusion


I've been waiting for 2 weeks for a letter from CIS which will approve our petition to adopt an unidentified orphan. Usually, the mail arrives at 12:00, faithfully delivered daily by our postman, whom we affectionately refer to as Squidward. Three days in a row, the mail hasn't come until 5:00. That is a full 5 hours of my family putting up with me checking the mailbox every 10 minutes.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Vanishing Point

History is made less by those who make it than those who tell it.

Go explore Vanishing Point. You'll find a world map connected to a world news database which colors each country in varied shades of grey, depending on the country's mention in the world news of the day. Click on a country, and you are able to explore how they were portrayed in popular world-wide press on a given day. A country will progressively disappear if not mentioned. de

Sunday, August 14, 2005


I bumped into a former student this weekend, and she reminded me of some fun we had in class. (I always had fun teaching, I miss it) My students had a difficult time expressing possession in Spanish. They wanted desperately to use an apostrophe. It didn't matter that this was their third year of studying the language, many of them would still use it: Jorge's libro. For those of you who've never explored Spanish, we say el libro de Jorge, which translates to "the book of Jorge". Never, ever use an apostrophe to express ownership. After repeated attempts to stop the apostrophes, I finally came up with a solution: I put the 's in jail. I created a jail with a box, some black paint, and chains. I even dressed the little guy in stripes. He sat on top of a bookcase, unable to be used by any student in my class. One morning, I returned to my classroom to find the door plastered with signs. "Free the 's!" "Equal rights for apostrophes!" It had to be Mrs. Horton, that darn English teacher in the neighboring room. Sure enough, on her door read a sign "Safehaven for apostrophes". The next day, we discovered that there had been a jailbreak. No one would ever confess, but he never made it back to my classroom. Those kids sent that criminal 'S all over town and photographed it, taunting me with the pictures. But they still didn't use apostrophes in Spanish.

Friday, August 12, 2005


I'll spend some time at StumbleUpon tonight. StumbleUpon is backed by a community of members who explore and review sites they like. These reviews help everyone discover the best sites and meet like-minded people. So says the homepage. via Popgadget

Psychic failed to see the power of the crystal ball

A French amateur psychic's powers of prediction were under sharp scrutiny after his crystal ball started an inferno that burnt out his flat, a British newspaper reports today.
more Found at the Online Church of Bob

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

I had no idea

The Pixies were in town this week, for a private screening of their new movie at Real Art Ways. They were here, right down the road. It was all kept hush-hush, and I had no idea. I love the Pixies, and most of the spin-off Pixie stuff too. Brings back fond 80's memories.

Lilyism of the week

(while playing pretend) Lily: "Grab your arrows, we're going hunting!" Me: "Sounds exciting. What will we be hunting?" Lily: "Lions and cows and cantaloupes."

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

D-O-G Trouble

This morning as Lily and I were going through our morning routine, I was surprised when I noticed Willow sitting on the front step looking in at us. I thought she was safely locked in our fenced-in back yard. I still don't know how she got out. We live on a very busy road, I'm glad she had the sense to stick close to home. Now, as I type, Miss Willow finds herself locked in the bathroom. She likes to lay on the cool tile floor in our downstairs half-bath, and sometimes manages to close the door when trying to get out. This time she must have also pushed the button, locking the door from the inside. On my side of the doorknob there is a small hole, I'm guessing for just this type of situation. But I can't unlock it. I've tried toothpicks, a wire hanger, and a metal BBQ skewer. Any ideas?

Monday, August 08, 2005


The phone numbers turned into words and phrases completely annoy me. I'd rather remember a number than try and translate a word into the right number on the keypad. 1-800-832-CCSU is the one that sparked this post. I have to enroll in some grad courses in order to keep my state certification for teaching. The state requires a certain amount of credits to renew the certificate. Well, there hasn't been any classes for me in the past 4 years, so I need to get cracking. Add it to the list of bureaucratic agency that I'll be struggling with in the coming months.

Friday, August 05, 2005

A fabulous B-Day card from Lester

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Talk about transition

GetUpGrrrl moved easily from blogging about infertility to blogging about surrogacy, and is currently blogging about parenting! Congrats to this insightful, clever, often hilarious mommy! Read her latest adventure: Chez Miscarriage

Monday, August 01, 2005

Your call is very important to us

Have you ever called the office of Homeland Security? I was on hold for 47 minutes. I listened to pleasant music occasionally interrupted by an announcer who explained the ins and outs of applying for various states of residency/naturalization/visas in the US. Over and over and over. I finally got a real human, and she couldn't answer my question (for security reasons) My question? "Does the CIS office have my petition and fingerprints on file?" She wouldn't tell me! You see, I was fingerprinted two weeks ago, but then Saturday opened another "request" for prints. They state a date and exact time, and if you don't show, they abandon your petition. Petitioning to adopt an unidentified orphan is a matter of a national security issue. So far in this adoption drama I've been tripped up by two agencies: DCF, which had me wait 3 months before they cleared me of any record of child abuse, and now CIS, with the fingerprinting shenanigans.