But I'm tired of being sad and overwhelmed and I find myself going in search of any blog or site I can find that is upbeat and positive. Funny, too. Funny is good. So I'm going to take a stab at sharing whatever slim pickings I can think of from the last few days of my life that are positive or funny.
No matter how bad things get, our five pets are a nonstop source of AFV outtakes. How many cats do you know who hide in the bathtub just waiting for the chance to scare the living hell out of the dog -- over and over again? And do any of your dogs sleep upside down, with all four legs in the air all night? I didn't think so. How about a fish that tries to escape his tank at least once a week? No? You're missing out.Simply put --we have very 'special' pets.
Nastia has taken to secret labelling food jars and boxes when I'm not looking. Something yummy? Then she;s likely to break out her handy Martha Stewart-ish label maker and mark it in big bold letters - NASTIA'S. Of course, she doesn't have the guts to tell me to my face that the cookies I just bought should be all hers.So what does she do? She waits till I'm asleep and labels everything she doesn't want to share. Funny, I thought I was the breadwinner. Doesn't the breadwinner make these types of decisions?
We live in an ice cave now. It might look like a house on the inside, but the outside is pure igloo. There are ice fangs hanging along the whole eve of the house. As you walk up the front path, it looks like you are about to be devoured by a very nasty ice creature the size of a fifties ranch.
Nastia has a very vivid imagination, which makes for strange conversations. Today she told me she couldn't wait until we were in heaven so she could perform surgery on me. What? Yes, it turns out that one of her longtime dreams is to 'see what's inside' me, but she is nice enough to wait until we are in heaven. Her rationalization: "Mom, nothing hurts in heaven. I can perform lots of surgeries on you...see your heart and your lungs and everything --- and you won't feel a thing. I wouldn't do that to you while we're stuck down here." Gee, thanks honey.
My Dream Life
In my dream life everything is perpetually wonderful. At least lately. Every night I go to bed crying, or at least begging God for some relief from one thing or another. And every night I dream of being reunited with either Daniel or Dasha or Anya. Not kidding. Every. Single. Night. Last night it was Daniel. In the dream, I drove my Toyota all the way to Siberia, and was parking in the back of the orphanage when I saw Daniel with a bunch of kids outside. He was holding a basketball. He dropped it and ran, not walked, to my car and pulled the door open before I got the chance to undo my seatbelt, and then he was hugging me and crying before I even took the keys out of the ignition. I woke up sobbing into my pillow, and saying 'I love you' outloud in Russian:)