What we've been talking about...

How good-looking we are.


We are, apparently.


I was walking home just a little bit ago and this hoodlum guy stopped me to tell me, "You are a very attractive lady.  I know Paul gets all the attention in town, but you need to know you are very attractive."


Paul's response to me after I told him this, "Well someone on YouTube thinks I'm hot."  (An anonymous comment left on one of his Thanks to the Turks videos.)


Me - "Well, we go well together then."


How boring and ordinary I am.


Paul was indecisive about his birthday plans on Monday so he said to me, "I'll spend it with you.  It's not special or fantastic but..."

GASP!  And then we laughed and laughed and maybe I punched him in the shoulder and said, "Thanks a lot."

Not special or fantastic.  ha.


How great and horrible the weather is.


We haven't had rain for a really long time.  If I had a farmer sitting next to me I'd ask him how many days it's been.  It's been in the 90s and 100s and super dry.  Our small town is surrounded by corn and soybean fields.  Our farmer friends are very concerned.

So I feel bad because I love this dry heat.  It feels wonderful.  Like an oven thawing out my frozen bones from that one time when I lived in northern China and was out-of-my-mind cold for six months.

It's usually very humid and sticky here and there's no point in straightening my hair because it will frizz and poof when I walk outside.  I know.  Vain.  I'm so vain.  That's why I only mention it here, where no one can hear me.


What else?  Matthew McConahey and Brad Pitt


In honor of Matt getting married I watched a movie he was in.  That's all.  And I informed Paul about this news, which he cared not about.  And does anyone really know how to spell his name?  I read that she took his last name.  How charming.

But Mr. Pitt, we've been watching him a lot.  As Benjamin Button.  In Turkish.  I realized I'm not hearing Brad's voice, but a Turkish voice-over.  And I don't hardly see him, really, since he's so costumed and make-upped.  As he is aging in real life he is looking less like my cousin Christopher who Grandma always said looked like Brad Pitt.  But I haven't seen Christopher (he's probably called Chris now) for years, so who knows.  Enough nonsense.


Our fourth child


I dreamt last night that our social worker called and said we were matched with a girl.  It's a girl!  I was so surprised.  I didn't even know we were in the adoption process again.  But, a girl!  How exciting.

Our social worker is visiting us on Saturday for our last post-placement visit for Charlie.  So I'll check with her then about that "we're having a girl thing."

I think the idea of another child joining our family is always hiding out in my subconscious.  If Charlie or Reuben's birthmom has another child that she needs to place for adoption, then we would be called first to see if we would consider adding her, as it were, to our family.  You're wondering, would we adopt Charlie or Reuben's sibling if that happened?  YES!  For sure.  Absolutely.  (Right, Paul?  Snookems.  Honey.  Sweet Man.  We can talk about it later, over your favorite dinner.)

And, my sister is very great with child (a girl).  Any day now.  And I've been reading that book about girls adopted from China.  So little girls are on my mind.


Seven early warning signs of a heart attack


That's a Yahoo article I'm headed to read.  Because I've been eating a lot of beef to, um, beef up my iron.  And I'm concerned about my cholesterol now.  What I should do is drive 20 minutes south to the buffalo farm.  Have you read about buffalo meat?  It's so lean and high in iron.  But it's also high in dollars.  But, can one put a price on her health?  Especially when it's someone who is so attractive?