**edited 9/18 to add...**
holy mother of everything... it's been 3 friggin' days and the skin, despite hugh's assurance that it looks better actually still is crap-a-licious! DELIGHTFUL!
<-- so this is how i am now wearing my hair.
* Appropriate Adoption Dialogue - or, the conversation I did not have with Miss Jodi, aka Eva's new teacher.
Apparently, good adoptive parents chat with the teacher before the school year and discuss the correct way to handle any inquisitive little children type questions about my child's "Chinese-ness" vs. my "Honky-ness".
Now truthfully, this never occurred to me. I figured if some kid said something Eva would answer him and that would be the end of it because let's be real... kids are way more into finger paint and toy kitchens than they are into ethnicity.
Also, aren't teachers smart? I mean, if I were a teacher I wouldn't need a mom telling me to say, "Adoption is a way to be a family". I could probably figure that on my own.
However, I am now obsessing about this so let me know what you think, or if you are also an adopt-y type person, tell me what you did. Teachers?
let me say that nothing has happened... I was just saying that I felt, in case someone had a question, that Eva's teacher would be able to handle it... but I wanted to know if I am the only adoptive parent to take this hands off approach?
* The lasering of my face - honest to goodness I apparently cannot stop f@cking with my face. First the botox, now the laser.
The lasering of the face is the result of years (YEARS!) of a bubble headed mentality which went something like, I-don't-burn-pass-the-factor-4-lotion please. Also, I was a teen in the 80's and I blame that whole decade for a lot of poor choices.
But holy shit - this summer, out of nowhere and seriously, I have worn sunblock religiously for years now, I get this sort of dark area on my forehead. And it is kind of big and I realize that it is not going away and I am wearing concealer daily and every time I turn on the damn TV that Oil of Olay commercial is reminding me that dark spots are what "age a woman most" and yes, I am 38 but I am not dead and do not like looking like an old spotty crone.
So on Friday, after lunch with Shelley, aka Slinky Malinky Skinny Pants, I smear numbing cream all over my face and whoops! Got the upper lip there... and drive to the dermatologist where I voluntarily have the every loving hell zapped out of my face.
And you know this statement, "It's going to look worse before it looks better"? Well that is now known as the understatement of the year because I am terrifying to view. The process has brought up every single future melasma spot... what used to be a slightly different toned area is now super dark and a mess and I look approximately eleventy billion times worse than before. And I will look this way for another 2 or 3 days.
me = ugly.
in case you thought I was exaggerating... hello? bangs maybe?
And Finally -
*Charming and Delightful blogger, Jill, gave me this -
“This award is for those bloggers who are nice people; good blog friends and those who inspire good feelings and inspiration. Also for those who are a positive influence on our blogging world. Once you’ve been awarded please pass it on to 7 others who you feel are deserving of this award."
Which clearly means the check cleared.
No, I jest! See, I'm funny and nice! Should I be worried that Hugh said, "Nice? Hmmm." Oh Hugh, you jest too! We're all funny in the house of Fun and Games.
But, I love Jill ... almost as much as I love her post on "personal massagers".
Seven other bloggers... look for an email.
