TODAY: 09-11-08
7 years ago today we packed up the car & moved East…wow
Sept 9, I turned 30, Madonna was in town on the 10th (“Madonna! Madonna! Madonna!”), I quit my job on the 10th…and we headed out around midnight at the crack of the 11th. Then for days we didn’t see a plane in the sky or an irrational driver. What a trip. We had a reliable car & our dog…everything that really mattered to our immediate world at that time. We knew we could go / do anything we needed to.
Today, I’m in Kostanai…again, a new beginning for us. We have a reliable crew back home for both businesses, the beginnings of some amazing relationships…I can’t think of a luckier gal than I am today.
A relief in the Universe has occurred…even back home…the changes at the shop were needed. It’s as though I’m not worried anymore. We’ve had this occur at GA too…all for the better…at a really good time too. Not to mention my birthmothers latest spiteful & derogatory act towards me the other day…that woman has had her last swing. And when she’s ready to love, I’ll always be here…my begging stopped a while ago. I have my own family to cherish & protect…
I do have some good news. Well, first, the not so impressive, but not much different news: I haven’t signed a damn thing! There is no director OR head doctor! The place is a mess!
And the little skinny blond bitch from the other agency didn’t take my baby (she’s part of the horror I’ll write about soon). There were two families coming in for children yesterday…and only ONE available child (outside Kelly & Doug’s little guy, and ours). She took the first one away…she’s not going near my little Buddha.
She didn’t.
We had the best day so far! He seemed happy to see me…even chatted a little bit…and showed me (was that a smirk, little man?)...that he could play just fine with the toys given to him.
We watched a bitch-dog steal a bigass meaty bone from Scruffy (he yelped! “don’t hurt my dog!”) and run away with it. So Scruffy & wild-kitty hung out until the other white haired bitch-dog was finished…then he happily went after the bone for himself. He’s such a nice dog…Wild kitty was last to feast.
I’m pretty sure he’s our little man!
Still haven’t gotten the translated report yet…but I’m hopeful.
After the babyhome we walked to this market…hundreds of street vendors selling jeans, to sneakers, to deodorant, to hunks of meat, produce & fish.
I couldn’t stop singing that camp song: “fish heads, fish heads, rolly-polly fish heads…fish heads, fish heads, eat them up yum” in my head
Kelly & Doug don’t know the first thing when it comes to the things that are going thru my head.
After our first visit and I saw how big Ermec’s hands were…as we were walking later that first day, I accidentally said out loud “I bet that kid’s hung!” LOL…I hadn’t really gotten to know them yet.
Not like when I met Corinne…”so what is it about the snatch that intrigues you to make a career around it…?” … we’re great friends ever since, PLUS two half-marathons together!
No wonder I don’t have many friends.
“…I took my fish head to an Italian restaurant…drinking cappuccino with Oriental girls”
We still don’t have hot water, but at least we have water!!!! It really wasn’t that bad…it was just like camping…
…on your period…
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1 comment:
That's an awesome reflection! I am old. LOL
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