Philosophical Nonsense

I drove back from my mom's house today.  Driving for 3 hours in a car with no air conditioning during a day in which the heat index was 105 Fahrenheit is NOT recommended.  Boe and I camped out in our bedroom -- the only room in the house with air conditioning -- for a couple of hours prior to having supper.  I had thought it was weird that I just kept sweating and sweating and sweating, but I brushed it off thinking I just hadn't cooled down enough from the drive.

After supper, I took a cold shower and went back upstairs to our bedroom.

Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and no rush of cool air greeted me.  Yep, our air conditioner just took a crap on us and died.  Righ this moment, the temperature is 85 degrees, with a heat index of 95 degrees.  Tomorrow is supposed to be 101 degrees, with a heat index of 110 degrees.  This is going to be miserable until I get off of work and use what little extra money we have to buy a new air conditioner.

I laid a trash bag on the living room  floor in front of a box fan, then placed a wet towel on top of the trash bag and sprinkled the whole thing with catnip.  Frank, Odin, and Princess are all laying on the wet towel i order to keep cool...smart babies.  :-)

I am so joining housematehorror .
Today Random Gamer Guy was wandering the house with a blanket wrapped around his midsection...and nothing else.

I cannot believe that I actually had to tell a middle aged man that he needed to wear some goddamn clothes, since he's living in the same house as a woman he's not A. Fucking or B. Related to. And even the "related to" bit would be creepy as hell.

Seriously, a fat middle aged man who shits himself on occasion is NOT who I want to see wandering my house in a blanket.

Random Gamer Guy came home and proceeded to announce that he needed to wash his only pair of jeans because he had, and I quote, "an accident."

I am SO bleaching out the washing machine before I wash my work clothes...I can almost guarantee the concept of using hot wash temps for that particular load (har) of clothes totally passed Random Gamer Guy by.

Now where's my gorram Clorox?

I made a post inadoption , and I wanted to throw it out to my f-list as well.  Let me know what you think, I am getting so very very turned around on quite a few issues (as I am sure you all probably already knew!), and I could really use advice on, well, everything.

When Boe and I have discussed adoption, it has been with the assumption that we'll probably be adopting from the foster care system, since the financial costs of that method seem to be lower than for private adoption, and it gives us the chance to adopt a sibling group (we're primarily interested in adopting a sibling group since they are traditionally difficult to place.)  However, my hormones have really done a number on me and given me a raging case of baby rabies. As in, OMG BABIESRITENAO! sort of baby rabies.  So in my idiocy, I've been scoping out private adoption facilitators, which makes the whole "wanting a baby immediately if not sooner" feeling stronger. 

In addition, Boe -- who has always wanted to have children with me -- is of the opinion that we should go ahead and start the classes and whatnot now and as far as finances go, we'll just work it out the same way we would if I wasn't infertile and we had an unexpected pregnancy.  On the other hand, I can't help but fret that the course of action that Boe is suggesting would be irresponsible...but I'll be 35 before I graduate, and Boe will be 47.  I mean, yeah, Larry King can father a baby at the age of 927265, but that doesn't mean that we can or should.

So what on earth do I do in this situation?  If it was a question of me not being infertile and we had an unexpected pregnancy, we'd just muddle through as best we could while trying to juggle sketchy finances and a newborn.  But in this case, where having children requires not only money, but time, effort, and one hell of a lot of red tape, the right path to take is not nearly as clear-cut.  Wait until I'm out of school, even though we'll be (depressingly) a lot older than the ideal? See if we can adopt even though we're not *quite* where we need to be financially yet?  Foster care adoption, private, or "lady, you are clearly way too nuts to have kids"?

I mean, 35 is -- in my opinion -- really pushing the boundaries of age-appropriateness of first-time parenthood.  And that doesn't mean that I'd become a mom at 35; the classes and stuff can take up to a year, then there's the wait to get a home study done, and then there's waiting to be matched, and and and and and.  Realistically, it can take 2-3 years for placement through the foster care system. 

Hell, if we knew that I could carry a pregnancy, Boe and I would have gone the "family friend and a turkey baster" route.  But I can't carry a pregnancy, and we can't afford fertility treatments at $10,000 per round of IVF, embryo adoption in this case requires a surrogate, and we certainly can't afford a surrogate -- which would require us to go through a lot of the same hoops as an adoption would to boot.


My life is not turning out to be anything like what I had hoped...hrmph.

Boe got me a mobile WiFi hotspot.  I am on the internet..AT HOME.








I can do homework at home!

The libraries closed earlier this afternoon; I'm posting this via my phone and my hands ache after thumb typing for any amount of time, so please forgive the brevity.
Boe's phone interview went extremely well and we'll know one way or another by Friday.
Snowmageddon began while I was at work, large fluffy flakes that splattered against one's face in the whipping wind. Now the wind is howling around my house and frozen rain is ticking loudly against the windows. I'm glad to be inside, under a blanket, sipping some rum, with a cat on my lap.

I can feel things start to go pear-shaped in my head, y'all, and I don't know how to avoid it.  This is not good.  Not with all the obligations I have, and with the knowledge that I don't have a single free weekend to just veg and get my head together until after the holidays.

Lemme see:

* I have 4 major sewing projects to get done before mid-December.  Do I have them started?  Of course not.

*  I have 1 psychology paper to write, and I won't know what I want to say until I sit down and do it.  Oh, and I sold my psych textbook to put gas in the van, so I'll have to borrow from a classmate to write the paper. 

*  Boe's temp job ended a couple of weeks earlier than planned, so that really screws with us.  At least we were able to pay the past due mortgage payments to keep a roof over our heads, so that's all right.  We also paid the water bill and have a payment arrangement set up with the electric company.  This just leaves the phones and the gas bill...and our phones were cut off yesterday, so I can't get in touch with anyone except via face-to-face and the computer -- when I'm at school.

*  I still want to sell off my stash, but without the phones, I can't take pictures and upload them to the internet.

* Because Boe was pulling 20 hour days, I was in charge of housekeeping.  I was keeping up with it all there for a while, but since things are starting to get a bit negative in my head, I haven't been able to get anything done...I just get home and sink into a stupor.

*  The brakes on the van are getting really frighteningly bad.  Grind grind grind grind grind. Oh, and the transmission is starting to go out, but in my mind that's not as critical as being able to stop when I need to.  At least it's just the front right brake, right?  Oh yes, and this *would* be the same van that we sunk $1000 into for brakes previously.  And the van won't be paid off til March.  Yeah, never buying from that place ever again.

So, yeah, that's what's going on in my little corner of the world.

If it's not school kicking my butt, it's real life. If it's not real life, it's school. Getting down to the crazy-busy time of year, which means posts will be shorter and less frequent (not like they were really all that long to begin with, nor all that frequent anyway, but I digress.)

Lemme see.

In the past 2 weeks, I have:

Rescued an OMGTINY stray kitten and rehomed her (her name is Matilda -- yes, after "Waltzing Matilda" -- and she is SO. CUTE.)
Gotten Boe a job.
Driven to Marion and back with Boe to get some school stuffs straightened out.
Committed myself to quite a few handmade gifts for Christmas.
Begun to develop a friendship with one of my lab partners.
Written a couple of papers, nailed an exam on graphing linear equations -- next up is factoring polynomials, someone just put me out of my misery now please -- averaged As in all my classes, and dissected a sheep brain and a cow's eye.
Worked when I'm not in school.
Spent way more time hanging out in hospitals than I would prefer, but for very good reasons (no, I wasn't either patient).
Managed to live on caffeine and nicotine with limited sleep.
Watched a couple of really good movies/documentaries while sewing like crazy...

And still not managed to get any housework done to speak of.


...and my mom wonders why my house is a wreck all the time.

DO NOT back your girlfriend up against the wall of a building and pimp slap her while yelling at her about not giving a fuck if you go to jail. I WILL CALL THE COPS AND MAKE SURE THAT YOUR ASS LANDS IN THE AFOREMENTIONED JAIL. Damn, 90 second response time from the FWPD...nice work!

I just finished my last paper for finals. It is due in 1 hour. God in Heaven, I am stressed.

Totally getting hammered tonight, y'all.