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Name: Meg
Country: United States
State: Chicago
Birthday: 4/3/1969
Gender: Female
Interests: it's like this: if you don't like the following four things, you just don't understand them: Baseball, Shakespeare, Prince and Star Trek. Or maybe I'm just a giant nerd
Expertise: I am an expert at useless factoids. For example, I can tell you who the first Supreme Court Justice was, but when I go see a movie, I often forget what season it will be when I leave.
Occupation: Computer related
Industry: Computers (Software)
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/18/2004
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| I've been avoiding writing anymore until I knew for sure what was going
on. Don and I have been to a frozen city on the other side of the
world where we got to meet and play with the loveliest little girl
you've ever seen in your life. Ever.
It's been an absolutely tortorous three and a half weeks since we've
been back, waiting for a call from the Russian government telling us we
can go pick her. Things seem to be moving pretty quickly these days, so
we're optimistic that we'll hear soon.
I'm a skeptical, cynical woman - but Istupid enough to fear the
jinx. So I'm staying optimistic but careful with my
heart. Oh, the hell I am!. I'm so in love with this little
girl I can hardly stand it! I'll post again when we get the call.
Keep your fingers crossed for me!
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| Fortunately, I've found something to take my mind off of the terror
commensurate with impending parenthood. Let me just pose the
following question:
If an uncredentialed journalist representing a news agency that had
been in existence for 96 hours and who was, by the way, a prostitute,
had gotten into one of Bill Clinton's press conferences and asked a
question in which he put the words of a raving liberal pundit into the
mouth of Newt Gingrich and finished by blithely referring to the entire
republican party as "divorced from reality", do you think a story or
two about it would have shown up about it in the major papers?
[edit: there used to be a picture here of the creepy dude I'm talking about, but Primeval Wench
(who is wicked cool by the way) let me know you can't see it. I
am technologically impaired. Will someone please buy me an
abacus?]
There he is! The man who managed to get into one of Bush's VERY
rare press conferences and asked the President the following question
(direct quote):
Thank you. Senate Democratic leaders have painted a very bleak picture
of the U.S. economy. [Senate Minority Leader] Harry Reid [D-NV] was
talking about soup lines. And [Senator] Hillary Clinton [D-NY] was
talking about the economy being on the verge of collapse. Yet in the
same breath they say that Social Security is rock solid and there's no
crisis there. How are you going to work -- you've said you are going to
reach out to these people -- how are you going to work with people who
seem to have divorced themselves from reality?
So a PROSTITUTE gets a temporary pass handed to him by someone in the
White House and gets to ask a question which, obvious partisanship and
bad journalism aside, DELIBERATELY misrepresents Harry Reid and Hillary
Clinton (neither of them ever said anything remotely like what he
accuses them of).
It's just repulsive. A blow job occupies the press
exclusively for the better part of a year, costs the tax payers
millions of dollars, and ends up with an impeachment. Illegally
pimping out the press, bah... no big.
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| I'm feeling very salty these days.
I was at a party on Saturday and this drunk woman that I barely know
cornered me for 10 minutes to tell me that when we bring Laney home,
she's going to call every woman "Mommy" and I need to be prepared for
that. I tried to get away, tried to turn it into a joke, tried to
indicate the horrified faces of everyone around us, and, in the end,
about threw a drink in the woman's face to get away.
I'm trying to fathom WHY anyone would do that. It's not like Don
and I are doing this in a vacuum... we have doctors and counselors and
know lots of other families who've done this.
I'm leaving to meet this little girl in a week. I'm overjoyed and
overwhelmed and thrilled and terrified and my stomach is constantly in
knots and what am I going to do if she doesn't like us and Don's got a
blood clot in his leg which makes travelling all this distance a lot
more difficult and I have no idea how we're going to pay for all this
and what does a vegetarian eat in Russia and what if our visa doesn't
get ready in time and oh good golly mainly more than anything else what
if she doesn't like us?????? And this HORRIBLE woman, whom I know
tangentially, if at all, corners me to tell me something like that.
You know what? I should have thrown a drink in her face. Hateful, awful woman.
At least she threw up later that night. I hope she still feels miserable.
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| So, I'm travelling a long distance next week. I 'm not supposed to talk
about much on the Internet... so I have nothing to say until I get home
with baby. That'll be a little while yet. Cross
everything. I'm thinking of corn-rowing my hair. Not just
for the crossing effect, but I'd like to look more like Kevin Federline
if possible.
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| OK. So I found out I'm not supposed to post anything about this
baby stuff on the web. So I deleted the red x (she was on Yahoo
Photos, I guess it's some kind of weird floating link or something...
does anyone understand that). But things are progressing
nicely. Thanks for all the good wishes!
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