Queen of Rambles

I’ve decided I need to stop thinking of careers that provide some sort of service to children and go to real estate school. Good agents make a lot of money. I have no idea if I’d be a good agent or not, especially since I hate lying to people so I might be a poor agent, but at least I’d be doing something. I’ve been looking through the want ads online and am just not finding anything that fits my skills. I’ve been out of the work force for too long. Being a substitute teacher doesn’t really qualify me to do squat. I know I am an intelligent, organized, responsible, ambitious person but how do I convince others of that?

So real estate school?

That is so not me.

Also, last night I was looking at children up for adoption here in Virginia and I found a little 12 year old girl that I want. You have to have a home study complete before they will even send you any information. We have no place to put a child, so I guess I will have to let the poor girl languish in foster care, or hope someone else sees her and adopts her. The home study isn’t the only obstacle. Mike thinks adopting a 12 year old child would be insane. I don’t think he thinks I’m serious, but I am. Yes, it would totally and completely change our lives, but I honestly believe that if we have the means to help in the world we should. Maybe we will get a house next year and then we will be able to have a home study and adopt a child. My only worry is that it would look like we were adopting a “Cinderella” to help out with our biological children, assuming we ever have biological children. That is totally not my goal in adopting. I guess instead of thinking about adopting a child, I should become a mentor or big sister. Yes, that is exactly what I should do.

The bumps on my head are growing at an astronomical rate. I really need to call a damned doctor and get my body taken care of. It is just so . . . ugh. I have to call the insurance company to find a doctor on our plan, then call all the different doctors that are covered to find one accepting patients, then make an appointment, then make a list of all my concerns, then go in and have them do all sorts of yucky stuff to me. You can see why I am just not motivated to do that. I will have to though because I want to get some more pre-natal vitamins. I had a bunch of free sample ones from the time I was testing positive and have been taking them, but now I’m out and I feel guilty for not continuing to take them. In some ways I think the modern era of pre-natal care goes a little overboard. The human race would have died out a long time ago if all the information we have today was actually true. I mean, I know it is true, but I don’t think things are as dire as we make them out to be. Of course, I still want to do everything possible to ensure a happy, healthy baby because I don’t want to become a statistic, but it’s just weird.

I guess I better go take my morning shower while it’s still morning. I have to take Mike to the metro in a couple of hours. He has a weird schedule this week, which is turning out to be a good thing. He will leave here at 1 and should be home by 7. I am going to make Torapines French chicken soup for dinner tonight even though I don’t have an actual recipe. She told me the ingredients so I think I can wing it. I love cooking. LOVE IT! I really need to become a pastry chef, but I don’t want to keep pastry chef hours.

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