So my friends have begun really riding my not a twenty year old’s ass about my failings as a blogger. Here is my response to an email exchange with my friend, Dullass (as in Dull Ass) in New York. He’s the THEATER (serious business) actor dude, who is now becoming a physicist or something like that. You know, the science over god, guy. Come on, you guys love him. Well, I love him.
Dullass: no-post-y-you-y? (and then a whole bunch of other crap which means something to me but probably won’t mean anything to you).
Me: yes, yes, i know. i write the posts in my head all the time, but find one reason or another not to commit it to the void of the internet.
my eyes are always at the top of the list. i’m having another bout of iritis again so that must mean we are adopting. again. and we are. did you know that? for some reason those two things go hand in hand for me. the last time i had iritis we were adopting monkey. now that we’ve started the process to adopt monkey number two, it’s back. the doctor thinks it’s stress induced. what stress? there’s no stress in adopting. she’s crazy.
so yeah, we are in the process of trying to adopt a special medical needs child from hungary. our dossier paperwork is almost ready to be sent over to hungary and the search to match us with a child will begin right away. our agency is telling us it might go rather quickly and then we can travel as soon as all our other paperwork is done, so wow.
we will travel to budapest and stay for six weeks. yeah, that’s what i said. SIX WEEKS. but how awesome will that be. then i think about traveling on a plane with monkey and a new two year old (or something like that) who can’t understand english yet. really, what stress? hubunit said he’ll meet us there and then have to come home early. uh, dude? so not even funny.
monkey is signing up for swim team next week and is beside himself with excitement. he is such a great swimmer and we’ve already been in the pool a bunch of times this past month. i know, that’s our winter in so cal. the sky got dark and it rained one day. then winter was over.
how are you guys??? hope things are going great and you’re still enjoying school. when do we start calling you dr. dullass? that sounds like a soap opera character. which kinda suits you. are you and your main squeeze in the same state? hows the pooch? monkey still talks about zane (our old dog) almost every day. i’m hoping soon he has to start talking about elvis the cockroach cat in that same past tense. but no. elvis is going to be twenty this year. TWENTY years of putting up with an annoying cat. and no end in sight. his fur got all weird about a month ago and it was ugly and clumpy and falling out - looked sad for him, but happy for us. but then he MOLTED. all that weird fur fell out and he now has the coat of a cat nineteen years his junior. AAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHH! the power of another of his nine lives harvested . . .
anyhoo. that’s the news from here. hubunit is fine and he will get to live, as long as he comes on the plane ride with me.
So see? Now you’re all caught up and it’s like I’ve never been gone. Oh, and Dr. Dullass thinks the word IRITIS has entirely too many I’s in it to be a real word. But it is. Real. And the eyes have it. Both of them. Yippee.