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It’s a little exciting now…the wind has picked up some and it feels like what you would expect to feel blowing off of the water when you are on the beach. The trees are blowing and leaves are falling – smaller twigs are beginning to litter the streets and give us a preview of what will happen once the hurricane force winds actually hit.

Exciting times.

I took some video, hoping to capture before, during and after but sadly it is way too dark for my cheap little camera to capture. i should have taken a picture before it got dark and then another in the morning.

we’re having a party now in the front yard with the neighbors

nice and windy outside…feels great

Things are very exciting around here as we board up windows for Ike. There’s only one other house on our street who has chosen to board windows and I’m not sure what to make of that. However, our windows are probably as old as the house (35+ years) and aren’t very stong. I’d rather not take the risk of something flying through them.

I’ve stocked up on food – the news stations all say we should be prepared for 3 weeks without electricity. THREE WEEKS? Are you freakin’ kidding me? I’m hoping that is a gross exaggeration, but we are prepared just in case. I’m not sure I’ll actually stay here afterwards if we lose electricity.

The best news is that we have a laptop with wireless internet that might work and I also have my phone. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep posting throughout the storm because how much fun will that be? ha ha

The kids, Carter especially, are getting psyched up about the coming storm and are very excited to have a slumber party in our bedroom tonight. It should be interesting.

Now, here’s the thing about stupid people. Galveston is already flooding, past stop signs in some areas. It’s not even considered part of the storm surge yet which is expected to be anywhere from 15 to 22 FEET! Yet there are still some friggin’ idiots who are staying. I just watched a news clip of a guy who said he’d leave when he thought it was time – water had already risen so much that the news crew and First Responders had to quickly move back and leave the area. I can’t help but wonder if these people just want to die.

All I’m sayin’ is what a way to go. Drowning in your own house from rising water does not sound like an easy way to meet your Maker.

BTW, with boards on most of the windows around the house, there is no natural light coming in. It’s very depressing and dark looking. I don’t know how people survive in Alaska when it stays dark all the time.

I’m really thinking we need to pack it up and go…somewhere. Dallas, San Antonio… though SA floods a lot. Daddy says we should stay put. Mommy wants to go but really doesn’t want to be in the car for 12 hours to evacuate.

I have to go this morning to get more food. I will have free loaves of bread after the storm if we don’t lose electricity.

You know, since the reaming they received in court a few weeks ago, bparents (bmom, in particular) has made a couple of calls to the caseworker. (she is responsible for maintaining weekly contact) However, those calls are made in the evening hours when the cw is long gone – she says those calls don’t count.

Yesterday, cw called me to tell me that bmom and bdad were both coming in this morning to take a drug test and if they passed, they’d get to have a visit on Friday. I was surprised they even said they would come, was doubtful they’d show up but certain if they did they would test positive. They actually got the office a little early to take the test.

And

they

both

tested

positive.

????? Why even bother to show up if you know you’re going to test positive? I just don’t get it.

not sure how this came up….

nay: mom, remember when I was a baby at the agency?
me: yes, you were at the agency when you were almost 2 years old but not as a little baby like Mathew.
Carter: when I grow up i’m going to get a baby from the agency
me: that’s a great idea. you can choose to do the or you might choose to let a baby grow in your wife’s tummy. that’s another way to have a baby
Carter: oooh MOM!! I know I know! I can get my baby from the pharmacy
me: that would be interesting

I forgot to add the whole part about the Foster Care with the fish story.

I wonder if all moms worry a little when their child kills a fish. I mean, I know it is NOTHING. I know he is just FOUR and probably didn’t even mean to kill the fish. Except for the fact that he told me wanted it to die because it was a mean shark.

Anyway, in the back of my mind I wonder if this is just the beginning? Is he going to grow up to be a sociopath? Is he going to kill a dog next? Set a fire? LOL i realize I am being irrational. HOWEVER, because of his history I think perhaps I consider these things a little more than your typical soccer mom. Maybe not.

Before you start reeming me with comments about how silly I am, know that I am not really worried and I KNOW it is nothing. I’m just saying…. the thought did occur to me. Maybe it is something all parents worry about a little when they adopt a slightly older child. ????

This is really just for record keeping.

Mathew slept 12 hours straight two nights in a row over the weekend. He goes to sleep for the night between 5:30pm and 6:00pm and then we usually feed him before we go to bed. He wakes up again around 5:30 – 6:00. We didn’t feed him before we went to bed over the weekend and were surprised and thrilled that he slept through the night. Not brave enough to do it during the week yet.

Woo Hoo for sleep!

Day 2 of school, I go to pick up Gracey and as I’m walking down the hall the assistant director pulls me into the office. “oh crap.” I said. She laughed and then told me that there was a casuality today at school. During lunch bunch, Carter decided to “play” with the class goldfish. You know how that turned out. When the teacher tried to get it, he hid it from her behind his back.

His teacher told him that fishies aren’t for killing and need to stay in their water to stay alive – he said, “My Daddy kills fish! He goes fishing and kills them and EATS them!”

Guess daddy has some splainin’ to do.

"Samuel took a single rock and set it upright between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer (Rock of Help), saying, This marks the place where GOD helped us."

1 Samuel 7:12 The Message

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