Some days I look forward to menopause and bio-identical hormone replacement therapy, but today I’m looking forward to receiving my shipment of Frownies. Not that I expect them to arrive today, but any day now.
I wanted to post a picture of Vicki Lawrence circa 1992 when she had her own talk show and was complaining that all those years of playing Mama had given her perma-creases between her eyebrows. The point of the photo would have been to demonstrate what I’m now looking like between my eyebrows. And yes, with minimal effort and some maintenance, I do have two of them.
Anyway, she has apparently jumped on the Botox bandwagon, because in all of the photos I found online she had nary a crease nor line. Bio-identical hormones are one thing, injecting poison into my face . . . well, I’m not so into that.
Do I expect great things from the Frownies? Hmm . . . no. But I’m getting old, and hope springs eternal. Plus, I found them at a discount and I’m nothing if not a bargain shopper.
I also look forward to the day when Tank Boy learns to use the refrigerator responsibly. I’m tired of chasing him as he runs from me with a nearly full, open gallon of milk. He’s been able to open the fridge for forever now, and in the past couple of months has figured out screw caps. And child-proof caps.
“Refrigerator locks, woman! Refrigerator locks!” you are undoubtedly screaming at your computer screen right now. Believe me, I’m wide open for suggestions here. Many, many months ago I went to our local Everything You and Your Baby Need and Don’t Need Store and got a refrigerator lock much like ones I’ve seen on countless other refrigerators throughout our greater suburbia area. McHusband and I, with smug looks on our faces, were (internally) doing the hard-ee-har-har dance the first time Tank Boy gave the fridge door a good yank and it didn’t open.
Praise the gods of plastic, adhesive and locking mechanisms.
But I swear, this kid is a two-year-old version of the Incredible Hulk. The lock only made him angry, and you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry. I don’t think the thing survived a full 24 hours before he yanked the door so hard that it just popped off and sailed across our kitchen.
I am also looking forward to the day we get our referral and, then, the day we get our son. I am just ready to be done. Tuesday will be our true six-month mark since all of our paperwork was in and we were officially put on “the list” to wait. I planned to blog about it then, but we are taking another trip to D.C. and will be leaving that day, so probably no blogging.
McHusband, who has this odd ability to be an optimist only under practically death-defying circumstances, believes we will have our referral by the end of March. I’m thinking somewhere around mid-May. So, referral pool time — when do you think we’ll get our referral?
The person who guesses closest to the actual date will receive one of these:
This bracelet features Chinese jade chips and little gold (also available in silver) dragonflies strung on red stretchy cord and finished with a big, glass ladybug for good luck.
This bracelet features Chinese jade beads and some kind of translucent white beads that allow one to better see the red stretchy cord. Again, finished off with the lucky ladybug. And totally not so blurry in real life.
An as-yet-unmade bracelet featuring this fimo clay ladybug (*umm . . . edit to dragonfly) charm. Actually, one was made, but two-year-olds who can climb up onto the new vanity, aka small chest, can also rip the wings off. This bracelet will also be strung on the red stretchy cord and feature some kind of jade and/or white beads and, of course, the ladybug. No little dragonflies on this one.
So, let the guessing begin.
Yes, originally I thought I’d make a bunch of these bracelets and try to sell them to help make some extra money for the adoption; but who am I kidding?
As for yesterday’s post: I appreciate the comments I’ve gotten so far (here and on my comments-only space). I’m going to give it a few more days to see if anyone else has anything to say, then I’ll write another post about the topic, hopefully clarifying some of my thoughts on the issue, and then I’ll be done with it. Life is heavy enough, I don’t want to make my blog that heavy, too. In the meantime, rest assured, I don’t model my parenting after the preacher/father guy on Footloose.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello!