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St. Patrick's Day with options.

Several things that sound like a lot of fun to do tonight. And it's St. Patrick's day. Of course, this also means driving may be need to be especially cautious tonight with slightly more people making merry out there.

Fernbank is having a special Martini's and Imax night with Kingsized performing.

Lee is cooking corned beef, cabbage, & potatoes for a St. Patrick's day birthday party for a friend at her house tonight.

The premier of the new Dr. Who series on SciFi network starts at 9pm tonight.

Today's Story

The devil's advocate in me says I should pass this along.

Met For the Second Time

It started last spring when my daughter signed on to the Internet.

She found it very interesting and kept asking me to try it. At age 50, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to learn what I would need to know. I kept declining.

Finally, after some encouragement and being reminded of how I had learned to use the computer, I conceded. I have to admit that it was very enjoyable and I found so many interesting things.

Then one day, I typed in the word "adoption" on a search engine. I couldn't believe all the stuff that came up. I became obsessed.

You see, I had a baby boy when I was a teen and I relinquished him to adoption, but I never stopped thinking about him and praying for his well being. I had been waiting since 1985 for my birth son to contact me. He turned 18 that year, and I, along with many other birth moms, was told during the time of relinquishment that when he became 18, he would be able to obtain information on me that would allow him to make contact.

That was wrong, but I didn't find that out until last year. I thought that since my birth son had never contacted me, he was not interested in knowing who I was or in obtaining any identifying information. Most people, that have never been connected to anyone that has been adopted or relinquished a baby, have no idea what the majority of them deal with.

The birth mother always wondering if her child had a good life, if he/she is safe, and the dreaded thoughts of whether he/she is dead. The adoptee, wondering why, wondering who they look like, what nationality they are, and what their medical history is. We are all denied the right to know any of this because of state laws.

By February 1999, I had been searching the Internet for 10 months, contacting the Court and Children and Youth Services and not receiving one shred of hope. I was told that I had no rights and there was nothing I could do.

I was ready to give up.

I prayed and told God that I knew it was out of my control and if it were His will He would make it happen. I would wait on Him.

The following week, with God guiding me to read a post written on the Internet by a birth mom angel, I was given one last thing to do before I quit.

The post didn't have much in it, just that she had a baby girl at St. Vincent's in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and a social worker from CSS had reunited her with her daughter. Something inside me told me to write to this woman and ask her about her reunion with her daughter and how it came about. She wrote and told me to call a number in Philadelphia and ask a social worker if they could help.

Six weeks later, I met my son, Joseph, for the second time in 32 years.

I was the beneficiary of a miracle. I could write so much more about the details, but they are not of importance. What is important is the fact that we should never stop believing in miracles.

May you all be blessed with your own miracle, and if there is anyone out there that is thinking about a lost loved one, don't ever give up that faith, hope or love.

--Author Unknown

Tim Burton was robbed

Curse of the Wererabbit was a cute film by one of my favorite animation teams, but it was nothing compared to The Corpse Bride. Sorry, but I think that award was a pity prize for the poor guys whose studio burned.

Couldn't call it unexpected

True to form, now that the irritant is back, Boss #1 hasn't yet shown up this morning and there are NO jobs that have been written up for me to work on.

I mean there is NOTHING to do, even though I know that there are several new jobs in.

the old snot faucet

Mandy's father came to the baby shower despite the fact that he was sick as a dog. Now, apparently, he has shared his cold with me. My sinuses feel like they are bleeding into my throat. Top that with the burn that is still healing on my tongue and my mouth and throat are too sore to eat anything solid. Even water hurts.

busy social weekend.

Friday, we got an impromtu invitation from Aud and Nick. They were both off work and he was cooking. We had a great dinner of duck comfit with lentil salad with fresh strawberry sorbet for desert. Delicious. We hung out at the house with them and the animal menagerie and enjoyed the new copper fire outdoor firepit they got.

Saturday, was the belated baby shower for baby Alex.

Sunday was Lisamin's birthday party and sausage cookout.

The dead still visit me in dreams.

Last night was filled with dreams of family members who have passed on in the last year - my father, both of my grandmothers. They are made appearances in the scenes of my thoughts like they'd never left. My father was especially active in a way that implied that he was still running things and was still around for advice. I was glad we could still visit this way.

what condition my condition was in.

That's the song that's been going through my head today. I think it is the fond memories of the scene in the The Big Lebowski.

I've been sluggish all day with a lingering headache. Monster took me out after work for pasta and Excedrin.

And now that it's time for me to get into bed if I'm going to make it to work in the morning, I'm starting to feel much better.

You are Sally Bowles from Cabaret! You're the sexy

Brit who headlines at the Kit Kat Club. You

may not be the most talented singer, and your

morals may not be quite intact, but you are

vivacious, eccentric and irresistible.


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that familiar feeling

I'm suffering from the sensation of moving entropy in my life again.

After a day of work during a not too busy time of year, the last thing I want to do is go from sitting in front of a computer all day to sitting in front of a television set during most of my last wakeful hours. I have the intense desire for activity and socializing. And yet, these are the cocoon months, winter, where no one should do anything other than stay inside sipping hot steamy beverages in fluffy clothes and fuzzy shoes.

What i did on my xmas holiday

Monster and I drove to Pell City, Alabama on Christmas morning to visit his mother. We had lunch and sat for a while visiting with his mother, aunt and uncle. After leaving the house, we drove to what remains of the Greenwood plantation house, formerly his mother's family home.

Then it was back to Georgia to spend the evening with my family at my brother's house. My mother was there, along with my brother's wife and children as we had a light meal of soup and exchanged gifts around one of the three Christmas trees in the house.

This holiday, I have decided to permanently abandon the idea of gifts certificates as gifts. With my family, there is no way anyone appreciates the amount I can afford to give and, like most people, if they see anything they want in the common certificate sources, they probably already have it. Now the quest is to find something more esoteric in a place they wouldn't normally ever shop at. This, I am happy to report, was a very successful plan. All of my smaller, more original and affordable gifts were well received. They seemed to be quite honestly appreciated, which makes me very happy. Back to the joy of gift shopping again.

xmas shopping

Yesterday was spent with Mrs. Cloun who helped me accomplice the largest part of my gift shopping.
Monster stayed home and recovered from the party the night before.

successful party

The winter its-almost-solstice gathering (our first party here) went really well despite things still coming together at the last minute. Lisa and Brandt were the first up and Lisa helped me decorate the tree, while Brandt came bearing wine and a lit plastic santa in the hood of his jacket. Many people showed up wearing beautiful clothes of suede and velvet. There was no lack of wine or sweets (I didn't have time to bake anything other than some lavender sugar cookes but several people brought goodies). Luke and Bridget brought baby Autumn (who is tiny and has a very full head of brown hair).