Everyone else is doing it

So it seems like everyone has a blog these days. I guess if we are going to do something as momentous as adopting from Vietnam, I should probably record the journey for family and friends. It also might be fun to show this to Caroline one day (yes, that's the name we are leaning towards. . . the actual first/middle combination is up in the air, but Caroline will be what we will call her).

At this point, we are at a standstill in the adoption process. Adoption application is in. The I600A is in (immigration paperwork). We are just waiting on a reference (no pressure Eileen):) and then we can start the homestudy process.

Not so sure how I feel about starting that process. It's a little weird to think that someone is going to come into our home, ask us lots of questions, snoop around, and decide if we are "fit" to be parents. That last part really annoys my DH. We both work with TONS of parents who probably were not "fit" to procreate, or at least to be parents. . .yet they did not have to prove their qualifications. Anyone seen "Idiocracy". . .you should check it out. Not a good movie at all, but definitely in line with one of my premises about life and procreation.

On other topics, my friend Pete is in the process of building us a pergola on the deck. It is going to look really cool if the beginning of the project is any indication (Pete. . . I'll let you post a link with all the wonderful details about the project that make me glaze over with boredom. I'm sure our readers would show more interest than Chris and I). I'll post pics when he finishes (if I can figure out how).

Sydney has allergies. That's right, my cat has allergies. Apparently she is allergic to something that appears in fall just like her mama. She is loving me about right now since she gets two pills and eye ointment twice a day. Oh yeah, and I have to wash her face with acne pads. My cat has acne. . . really. And if you think human acne is bad, you should see cat acne. My once social cat has taken to living under the bed trying to escape her a.m and p.m. torture. I've been home for two hours and have not seen her yet. Poor baby.

I won't get into my week at work. That would definitely make for an installment of Debbie Downer (no offense Deb. . . it's just a saying!) :) Let's just say that this was one of those weeks that I bounce between feeling "wow, I am really making a difference" and "wow, what was I thinking when I decided to do this?!"

Well, there you go. That's my first blog entry. Not near as entertaining as my dear friend Shanna's, but you have to cut me a little slack as I was not an English major. I'll put a link to her blog so when you get bored with mine. . . :)

Time for a glass of vino and some relaxing by the fire. Love gas logs. . . just flip the switch and wala!