Adventure's of Poisse Girl

Not a lot has ben going on with the adoption since adoptions stopped in Kyrgyzstan this winter. The local government of Kyrgyzstan halted all adoptions investigating 3 suspected cases of illegal adoptions. Something that never had to deal with before. Last year, when Vietnam and Guatemala closed the country was suddenly filled with adoption requests coming from "bounce back" families like our own. The country was ill equipped to deal with such a demand.

Chris and I were lucky enough to had had almost completed one adoption with Kyrgyzstan last summer. But due to the suspicious nature of the child's medical records report we were forced to decline the referral. Since August we have been back in the waiting list and anxious to move to the next step. But our paperwork troubles were not far behind. In December many of our immigration documents expired as well. We were not told until we were away on holiday. It was also at this time that Kyrgyzstan decided to stop adoptions. In January we completed all of our paperwork and had made the appropriate requests for new documents. We thought all was behind us but little did we know that one particular document is being held up at a local "undisclosed" police station. The back log is expected to last three months at the least.

We worked hard to find a temporary solution to fix this problem and with the kindness of the US Embassy and London USCIS Department we came to an understanding and compromise. We are very lucky.

Now in Kyrgyzstan, things are difficult. Riddled by corruption and a political agendas, International adoption is low on the list of "things to decide upon" with the Government officials. Last week there was a meeting of the Parliament and we have no news if this subject, so dear to our hearts, ever came to light. The suspense is frightening.

We are now, number one on the waiting list and as soon as adoptions resume we will be the first family to be given a child and, other than the families already matched with a child and waiting to bring them home, the first to bring home our son. Our adoption agency had warned us that the road ahead is very bumpy and we should be aware that changes may affect us in a bad way. Paperwork, we don't have yet, will most likely be required and hurdles await us even at the finish line... should we ever make it that far. But we are ready, it's been a bumpy, hard ride until now... why should it ever change? Hoops? we will jump through them...Burning hoops? Why not! Red hot burning hoops ten feet from the ground..... Bring it on!

We want or son home with us ... so if God will allow.... We will make the Earth turn backwards if we must!

Just to drop a line and to say all is well here. I haven't been writing because i've got nothing to complain about. It's sort of a calm status quo lately and I'm ok with that. There are a few things I'm happy about. My mother is due to visit, i've decided to get medical help for the smoking and kitty is as good as ever. We also hired someone to care for kitty so I can have some more time to work which is great. Two days of childcare and all of a sudden I'm back at the drawing board! good stuff! LIfe is calm, and calm is good.

All is well really, we were off on holiday recently and that was nice. It's always nice to see old friends and my sexy ski instructor ! hee hee. The new house is "getting there" I don't mind moving house really, and the new place is really cool to live in ... kinda like an apartment that Duncan McCloud (Highlander the TV Show) would have. Funky and lots of open space. I've settled in my studio and though I don't have a client to "break it in" with I'm hoping to have one soon.

The "no smoking" isn't going as well as I had hoped but I'm working on it. I have decided to see a doctor about it because I'm not making ends meet with my choice and I'm drinking a lot more than I think reasonable to compensate. Over all, all is well with that if I keep my mind clear and lucid... eventually I will kick the habit AND feel good about it.

A few more days and we will have news about the adoption. I have faith that good news will come soon.. We just need to hold on a little longer

Yup, I did... but not nearly as sexy as you are thinking. I'm in bed with something nasty, though I don't know what. I can't speak, my muscles are sore and achy, my eyes are a bit foggy, headache, backache, sweaty,runny nose, sore throat, fuzzy headed me. Sounds like fun right?
Lucky for me I had already hired a babysitter to be here all day (the intention was to go out and have a day to ourselves, catch a movie, eat dinner, have fun). Chris did all that... but I stayed in bed. He could have stayed, but I kicked him out of the house. I went through a lot of trouble to plan out the day. I'd be really pissed if NO ONE had any fun today.
So, here I am, in bed on Valentine's Day.... what alucky girl

I'm not feeling well lately. I'm not sick... yet. Though the flu has been knocking at the door ever since Brighton. I've been lucky enough to get away for now with nothing more than the sniffles. No, I'm not feeling well because I'm starting to get a little bit of cabin fever. Every three years or so I feel like I need change. Like I need something new added to my already messy life. But I can't help myself. I absolutely need something good or bad or changing to happen. I'm bored. If we were able to adopt, that would do the trick. Other than that I may need a more destructive move like moving country, junking the old life for a new one or something stupid (which I have been known to do) to get over the growing sensation that my life has gone stale.

I can feel the depression building, but there is nothing to do for it yet. No medication prevents depression... only treats it. Trust me I know. The "neighbors" (for those of you who know who they are) have been busy putting me down. Which doesn't help. I've been in a retched mood lately too. Grumpy, moody and all around spiky (not spunky) attitude. Chris has been on the wrong end of my quills lately though faultless on his own. I'm faking smiles and pleasant conversation because I have little to say. I'm a desperate housewife, desperate for change ... God I hope that moving house will fix me. Oh I hope God will fix me. Fix me please! I feel broken today... like an old ragged toy ripped at the seams by use and play. My eye is falling off, my fur worn and matted my nose unravelled and my head hung low. I've been put on a shelf for safe keeping then forgotten.