And Another Thing...

It is unbelievable to me to think that on a hot and sunny Florida day, people are still driving around and leaving dogs in their cars, while they run their numerous errands.
I don't get it! Can't the dog stay home?

Why do people need to bring them everywhere? I have a dog whom I love dearly. Matter of fact because I love him so much, I choose to leave him at home, because that is what is best for HIM.

I see many, many dogs barking, scratching, and crying for their owners to let them out of a overheated vehicle.

Think about it. If you sat in a hot car with the windows up almost all of the way..how long would you last before it got to be too much? The inside of a car heats up quickly, sometimes reaching over 100 degrees in the mid summer months in less than five minutes!

So next time you are on your way out, and the sun is shining, leave fido at home. It is safer for him that way!

While I'm at it...

Just because you carry a child in utero and deliver that child, that does not make you a parent. Parenting, happens after the birth of the child, when one takes care of, pays for and raises the child, in question.

Pure Frustration

It seems to me, that on top of having to wait to be reimbursed for our money from the first agency (whoops they spent it!) and having to shell out hundreds more each month for this new birth mom, I feel worn out. Angry. Angry. Angry. It makes my back want to seize up like a crotchety old car engine, that has had enough.

The agency states they used our money for daily expenses to run said agency- seems a little Ponzi-schemeish, and then when new suckers (I mean parents) want to adopt, that money also goes into a kitty. They should have been able to pay us back, this month and next, except for one tiny thing. There are no birth mothers. (there is that nasty, nasty word again!)

So with all the potential baby mamas gone (maybe they are on vacation?) I don't have a hope of seeing all that money at once, back in my bank account. What I can hope for "He" said, was a little here, a little there. What can I say? I'd rather have my money at once like I paid him, not like I'm bringing home tips from a titty bar. But that does not seem likely. We did agree if anyone should drop off a baby, that we would be called at once.

Oh yeah..one more thing. The drivers down here in Florida suck. Now given that 95% of the people you meet say they are from somewhere else, that would mean all the sucky drivers, who cant use a directional, drive 20 mph in a 40 mph zone (applicable mostly to the over 70 set) and who cannot figure out how to drive around a circle, or rotary or roundabout, are starting out driving badly and then move to Florida to showcase their driving skills.

P. S If you are driving a Bentley and cannot see over the steering wheel because you are 80, get a driver! You obviously have the coin! Hmmm, maybe not...though now that I thin k of it. Madeoff, made off will a lot of peoples money around here, so maybe they just fired the driver. Either way, move to the right and let me pass already!

Let's Be Clear

I suppose if one wanted to go off on tangent, one could get critical about the terminology used herein. Given that I do not make these words up "Birth Mom , Birth Dad, etc.. . and the like...they have been utilized by more than one professional in this arena. Attorney's and social workers alike, even Dr.s involved that we have been dealing with, throughout this horrific process, have at one time or another used all of the above.

I am not being disrespectful. I am using terminolgolgy that has been presented to us in legal documents. And while we are on the subject of respect, I don't see anyone clamoring about my rights to be called anything other than what we are at this point: adoptive parents, intended parents, or cash cows for that matter. That is exactly what we are.

So for those offended by my insensitivity to the birth mother, excuse me for not being more sensitive to HER, but after two failed or disrupted (another legal term) adoptions, and paying thousands of dollars for nothing, (that I will not get back) I'm calling it what it is at this point. Disrespect? Never. I have never disrespected the girls or young women who promise to place and then change their mind. It is their legal right. But at the same time, no one is worried about being insensitive to us.

If you have adopted through this process, and have had an adoption go wrong, than you will feel my pain, and understand the agony and devastation that has enveloped my husband and myself. You will understand the bitterness and the sarcasm, and realize that my pain is woven throughout this blog, in quiet desperation of not knowing where or when or if this will ever happen.

If you have adopted and had everything go as planned, shame on you, for making accusations, and assuming you know anything about this. If you think I am being disrespectful, I am sorry for that, but I am calling it what it is. If an attorney sits in front of me and introduces the young girl "Wanda, the birth mother", and you do not like that I'm not calling her the Parent..maybe it's you that is being sensitive.

Perhaps you would prefer prospective birth mother, birth father, adoptive mother, adoptive father...whatever. After years of disappointment, I am exhausted, and I am sorry I am not calling people by their proper titles.

P.S. Terminology (including but not limited to BabyMama, (also a major motion picture) and BabyDaddy) and attitude, sprinkled with a little bit of bitterness used in each posting, after each failed placement throughout this blog, can be defined as "sarcasm". Get out a dictionary.

Why is it...

That some kids nowadays, cannot make change without a cash register telling them what they will give back?

If they had to...the fear that slowly spreads across their faces is priceless.

"You want me to do what?" Just for fun, give them a penny and see what happens. I should film it and put it on You Tube. To all the educators who are sending kids out into the world without being prepared...I know you can only do your best, but it is frustrating owning a restaurant and just the level of mediocrity in the help is maddening.

Employees literally have to be told what to do every second. They cannot think independently for themselves, and do not do more than asked. EVER.

Also they cannot seem to speak without using the word 'LIKE" a million times.

We had an employee, who sat at the front register and was literally picking her zits, while she was talking to me.

Conversation went like this:

Me: (Watching her do the dirty deed) "Stop touching your face!"

Her: "Oh, was I doing something wrong?"

Me: "Are you kidding me?"

Her: "What?"

Me: "Go to the restroom and wash your hands and stop touching your face~! You are handling food!"

Her: "Oh OK.."

Another quality employee:

First day to work:
15 year old- first job
Shows up wearing gold sandals, a belly shirt, low rider pants, long, lovely hair flying all over the place, wad of gum in her mouth to rival the size of a small infant sock. As I spoke to her, she twirled and fidgeted with her hair the entire time.

"Yes, I'll have some chicken with hair on top"! Yummy!

What the hell?

Do these kids live in caves? Does no one teach them appropriate behavior? How to dress, how to carry one self, how they want to be perceived?

I'm guessing they must live with monkeys because even the very worst parent can't be as bad as that!

Or maybe they can....

The future's so bright......it is creepy to think that when I will be collecting social security (yes I know it wont be there when I need it but I can dream!) these little idiots will be running the show!

Thanks to the minions

Thanks to the two or three people out there who consistently follow this blog. I appreciate you checking in!

To the others who have come but left, viewing nothing here as useful, thanks for stopping by. You probably have babies, and so my whining and crying probably isn't all that attractive to you, and hey I get it. But then again you already have plenty of whining and crying so why listen to more?

To anyone else, who just looked and left, thanks a lot.

I don't have a lot of time to follow others blogs even though I would like to..This year I will make more of an effort.

Happy New Year!

A little news, but nothin' to get all excited about!

Our lawyer called the other night, to tell us, that she will be getting our new baby mamas medical records and social history out to us. Can I say I really don't care? I'm not really in the mood to peruse papers about someone I don't know, and frankly don't care to know at t his point. I wish we could skip the formalities and just get right to the baby part.

Where is Juno dammit?

Well on second thought I don't know if I would have wanted her either, because at some point her relationship with the Dad to be became a bit ..ummm inappropriate.

I guess I just want the baby. I don't want to hear her sad story. I can't care about her. The past has been to painful and as much as I can let that go and move on, I don't want to dig myself into a hole ( unless it is one to China where I could possibly pick up a baby!)

So we wait. For paperwork. For more expenses. For more phone calls.

It is going to be a long wait.

But it's not like we have anywhere to go!

P.S. Why do we always need to get these girls cell phones? Isn't a calling card good enough?