Well, There You Go Then

I need to STOP looking at my Google Reader.

Chinese Infant Adoptees Form Attachments Quickly

I formed an attachment to MY adoptive mother too, but I think it was more out of necessity and the fear of being abandoned again than anything else.

Wearing Someone Else's Genes

My a-Great Aunt Eleanor turned 90 last weekend.  Her sister, my other aunt, threw a birthday party for her and I went with my mother.  The party was actually really nice, I've always loved Aunt Eleanor..she's a spunky lady.  Her husband died back in 1981 after a drunk driver plowed into their car...killing him and the husband of the couple they were with while my aunt and the wife survived.  They never had kids so she spread her love among her nieces, nephews and their kids (myself included).

At the end of the afternoon, my mother's cousin's wife..Jesse..was talking to amother and me. 

Jesse:  Aunt Eleanor is just amazing...still driving, volunteering...just so wonderful for her age!

Mother:  Yes..the lifespan in the family is remarkable..  ::chuckles::

Jesse:  Well, you two (looks at me and my amother) are so lucky to have those genes!

Mother:  You're right about that..  (uneasy look at me)

Me:  I'll bring the car around.

I mean...I know that Jesse might not know that I'm adopted but it really bugged the shit out of me.

Knock Knock...

Me: Knock knock...
You:  Who's there?
Me: Nacho...
You: Nacho WHO?
Me: Nacho Mama!

For some of the adoptive mothers out there who are looking for shirts to proclaim their rightful place in the family, here you go:

Clearance Section

Sometimes WTF just doesn't cut it.

Cheating Just A Bit

I posted this on my favorite adoptee forum earlier and because I'm tired and cranky I'm just cutting and pasting.  So those of my friends who have already read this whiny-ness, feel free to jet.

My daughter gave me a cold...a horrible, rotten no good "head feels like it's stuffed with cotton and rocks" cold. And, there's an elephant sitting on my chest.


I made it through work up until 3pm and then asked my manager if I could leave early, go home and sleep. (Didn't fucking help that my wonderful *ahem* boyfriend had used all the daytime cold medicine and DIDN'T FUCKING TELL ME).

Left work and all was well until I was a half hour up the highway. Was in the fast lane but the cars were all crawling because of road construction. The truck in front of me braked and then stopped. I braked and then stopped. The jeep behind me? Didn't stop. At.All.

My jeep's okay...relatively. The back door won't open, the bumper's possibly hanging on by a bolt and is scratched and ripped in a few places. What burns my ass too is that my friend had put on the tire cover I'd found at a flea market right before I left work today and now IT'S ripped too with pieces of glass in it.

I know it could have been a lot worse...and looking at the jeep that plowed into me, I am VERY lucky...but I just feel so lousy and tired and didn't need this today.

I should have just stayed at work and suffered.