Home Study Culture Shock / Is our plumbing OK?

It has been pretty hectic around here so I am going to try and catch up on some things.

We met our home study person Monday. She was very nice. A little freaked out that we would take 5 kids, but still nice. The last week has been full of people just a little freaked about us adopting. Being pretty laid back, this is amusing about 99% of the time, the other 1% is pretty annoying.

"Kaza....what did you say?"
"Why do you want to adopt kids, just have some."
"I don't think that's really smart." -this was BY FAR the most annoying comment of the week.

Back to the home study meeting:

We generally do not talk about our REALLY personal life with other people.
Finances=Accountant
Will=Lawyer
Health=Doctor
Car=Mechanic
Cash=Banker

You get the picture. This will be an interesting experience to say the least. I am looking at the outline for an autobiography they want us to write. Good Lord. Good Lord. Good Lord.

Describe the community you grew up in. (pretty standard)
How has marriage changed you? (ok, still Dr. Phil type stuff)
How much dating did you do? (who is reading this, do I have to really answer that, what is the definition of "dating" anyway?)
How did your parents handle sex education? (you CANNOT be serious)
What hardships have you faced (ok, back to standard fare, yes)
How did you deal with them? (wow, the dark side rears it ugly head again)

I am relieved that we don't need to worry about,"spelling, handwriting, or getting a grade." Thank God. Just ask my 10th and 11th grade algebra teacher. Same teacher. Same class. Same result, both times.

We talked alot about why we wanted a family, and how we have arrived at this juncture. Again, at times it is really weird for us to talk to a person about such intensely personal decisions. I guess this is just part of the process.


On a lighter note, we are having all of our plumbing torn out and redone. As the bathroom renovation went ahead it exposed some pretty serious issues with our plumbing. Now believe me, I am no plumber, but I do recognize 60 years of corroded nastiness when I see it. Thankfully, our basement is tall enough to stand in, and all of our mechanical systems are easily accessible. This dude named Rex is handling it all. Nice work, clean and methodical. Everything I want in a surgeon. And in a plumber.

But tonight I came home and we had issues.

"Hey baby"
"Yes?"
"We don't have water pressure"
"What?"
"We don't have water pressure"
"We better"
"We do....sort of"
"What are you talking about?'

So the search begins.

We have water leaking out somewhere and I can't find it. It has to be outside, the new line from the meter to the house. I bet I broke it some how. Maybe working in the flower bed. I don't know, but I bet I did. Get a shovel. I've got to dig along this line and see where I broke it. Get a flashlight too. And a beer. This may take awhile.

Maybe we should get a hotel.

Enter my next door neighbor. Lance and I went to high school together. He is SOLID people. Carpenter by trade, and really good at what he does.

"Man, are you sure you don't have a valve turned off in the basement?"
"Dude, are you serious, I already looked"
"Alright man, are you sure?"
"Yes man, I'm sure."
"Cool"

Exit Lance
15 minutes of mud digging in the almost rain..
Enter Lance

"Man I've been thinking about this, are you sure you don't have a valve cut off?"
"Yes, I looked like twenty times.
"Alright man, you need any help?"
"No, it's cool."

"I'm done with this, we're going to a hotel. Call somewhere we can take the dogs. I'm going in the basement to put the shovels away."

"Hey baby.'
"Yes"
"Cut the water on."
"OK"
"How does that work"
"Good, what did you do?"
"Cut this VALVE ON"
"Hey baby"
"Yes"
"Would you get me a beer please?"

Fingerprints and Fast Cars

First, ATTACK OF THE FINGERPRINTS!

If you are ever in need of perspective, or a little stress relief, hang out where people line up for night court. I was taken aback by the incredible cross section on Americana represented. Wealthy, not so wealthy, beligerent, boastful, humble, meek, downright petrified, and blatantly aggressive, the masses lined up for their turn in front of the bench.

Now mind you, we were not there for night court. We were there for the fingerprinting.

Back to the show.

Some random quotes from the line:
"How did he know my tag was expired"
"I ain't payin' nothin'"
"Your daddy is who?"
"What does failure to appear mean?"
"I still don't wear my seatbelt, it's a personal choice man!"
"I'm fightin' this ticket. Speedtraps are not legal"

After waiting for a snip of time we got to go back to the "Juvenile Fingerprinting" department. The people there were really nice. I think we were something of an attraction. People did not really know what to do with us, a couple, WANTING to be fingerprinted. They were not even sure they could fingerprint us for adoption.

Quote:

"Well, It don't say we can't on my list, so I guess we can"

So now we get to play.

The ink was neat. It felt like scotch tape on my fingers. I really like the way scotch tape feels. I was also relieved. No digital fingerprinting here. Old school. Sticky black ink. Two fingerprint cards each.

Plus:

Two letters of "good behavior" from the local police department.

Plays well with others.
Does not eat Elmer's glue.
Colors in the lines.

The fingerprint lady was nice. Nicer than I would be if I had to fingerprint angry juveniles. She was also VERY good at what she did. I did not even make a mess.

SIDEBAR:
Everyone who has worked with me, shared a meal with me, or worked around the house with me knows one fact. I will get dirty. I mean really dirty. Stuff all over me. ALL OVER ME.

So, fingerprint lady, thanks, you are the bomb. You also got our letters done. Even better. ONE TRIP. Although I may go back for the night court line.

Now to the strange.

We have been working around the house today, enjoying ourselves. Wow, that doesn't sound too weird.

Yes it does.
Talladega is today.
Talladega?
Yes, Talladega.
The Fall race, even better
What are you talkng about?



Today, something really wierd happened.

For the last four years, I have not missed a Talladega Nascar race. I know, I know. I can hear you all, rolling your eyes. But to me, this was a big deal. Other things have begun to influence my thinking.

The start of this process to build a family, has become a central theme around which we make decisions.

Many of you know me, many don't. I'll be fine with a beer in front of the TV and a couple of trips to Home Depot. Not to mention the trip to Pottery Barn. And the trip to Pier One. (What's up with that place anyway?)

Who is this doing the talking.

It's me(T).

And that's just fine.

What's that smell?

A packet came in the mail today. Its from CHI. I(T) have gotten to where I enjoy these packets.

Cool information. Pictures. My kind of things.

(T)"Hey baby"

(J)"Yes"

(T)"Do you know where we can get a picture of a paper mill?"

(J)"What"

(T)"A paper mill"

(J)"I know what you said, why?"

(T)"Have you read this packet?"

(J)"No"

(T)"You'll understand......"

My lord. Copies of copies. Copies of copies of copies. What in the world is going on here?

As I(T) mentioned previously, I am not so much of an organizer. Thankfully, she (J) is.

Looking through this thing, I have to laugh. Can anyone truly get their landlord to write them a letter if they are a renter? I(T) have lived in more than my share of apartments. I couldn't get water in a few of them.

Or heat.

Or air.

Or windows that closed, or opened, or weren't broken.

Will I really be able to get my doctor to write a letter? I am very close with several doctors, even business partners with one. I'm not so sure about this letter thing. I guess it can't hurt to ask. Maybe it will be more legible than a prescription. I love my doctor.

Financial statement.
-ok
Verification of (Insert a million different things here)
-wasn't that verified on another form?
Power of attorney

and on
and on
and on
and on
and on

What a strange and wonderful world I have now entered. Words like;
notarized
apostilled
verified
documented
documentation
immunization
referral

These are words that never meant anything before. Now they are becoming a bigger and bigger part of our conversations.
Carrying more weight than things which we thought were important.

Appointment to be fingerprinted. Tommorrow. I cannot wait. FINGERPAINTS BABY.

The trees are shaking. The pens are scared.

Pulp mills and checks made out to this agency or that.

"Can you smell that smell?"
-thanks Lynard Skynard



I(T) can.

It's just the paper mill. They're working overtime.