Freaky friday

Go to starbucks, get latte, and try to order the 3 for 2 bucks vanilla mini scones...get 2. Grrrrr.. fine, way too cold to go back anyway.

Then off to get st mikes hospital card but then they tell me, contrary to the email, that I can get one from the ENT's office on arrival, which is dirty lies as far as I can tell, because the email says "bring one" not "we'll issue one." They also assume I'm coming in monday for surgery and no, it's a surgery CONSULT. Seriously what is with reading comprehension these days? ARG.

Meanwhile on the way to St mikes, the instant I stop I'm getting aggro panhandled, no lie, once in line at Tims, and I have NO cash on me. None, de nada, zip. I have debit and credit. I rarely ever carry cash anymore. It sounds snotty but I really hate being panhandled when I'm in a store, cafe or such. I leave without ordering because dude is trying to sell me a tims card. The staff stare as he drives off customers.

On to second cup and order a coffee and a choc. pecan tart. ( note: diet trainwreck day. oops) I get a lemon cranberry square instead. Owly and resigned to my fate that people will simply serve me what they think I want, not what I actually want, I snarf the thing and leave, but not before being panhandled AGAIN.

( I get it, it's fucking COLD out and I do give money but not to pushy panhandlers)

Eaton Center Maul is getting friday night clusterfucky so I spend a short time browsing, because I have time to kill, and looking for a few more items for my travel wardrobe, and find a couple shirts, score! no go on a mid length terry robe, or such, only those wee satin barely skim the bottom of your arse cheeks things....not so much use for me..Argg..

Off to the Lightbox where my husband's second home is, and dinner with him...they bring us the wrong coffees,...at which point its clear Toronto has some wacky case of the friday stupids and cannot brain, but this time the server clued in and went "Oh, ooops, sorry!" and corrected.

Caught the subway home, shared a car with 4 police officers who didn't arbitrarily arrest me or beat me up ( see, we can fucking do it) and on my way home.

( actually all my interactions with police here have been exceedingly polite and friendly, and heck one offered to take Sera on a ride along, because dog has a penchant for car rides and tried to hop in.) frankly, all the snittery over the g20 is tiresome, there's decent people on the force, alas, harper, and the old chief nt so much, for those fake/illegal orders and the clusterfuck, but police here very much I i don't think deserve the blanket bad rap any more than the corrupt gang of few in Vancouver are indicative of the Vancouver police as a whole.)

R has been toying with us doing a round the world trip next year, pick up some of the countries we havent seen yet. Granted, I kind of think adoption costs should be our main focus, but in some instances one flies to pick up said child in their origin country and we could in theory incorporate that in our roamings.

By a year from now I'll likely have savings from PT job/sales again and it may not be so insane. RTW isn't really that expensive, given R's salary/bonus, its cheaper than adoption, freakishly. Which is the only reason I haven't told him no, but at this point its all theoretical. Our life doesn't stop because we're waiting on ifs and maybes.

i'm going on the presumption that my carrying a pregnancy to term isn't going to happen, for whatever undiagnosable reason going. If its genetic error, its not with our specific genetics. If it's either of our contribution to the effort, no one knows because well, one cannot test for that so much. ( IVF pre implantation screening is an option, also hella expensive. Cheaper than adoption but lower success rate too.)

I sometimes lament that we don't have kids up for adoption like we used to, but that wouldn't matter much, the process in canada is so fucking bogged down with red tape that it takes a very long time and frankly, its pretty much a deterrent to potential adoptive parents. Screen, sure, but when it takes up to 4-8 years for adoption thru the province, something's deeply mcfucked.

So private might be our option, except we're not a christian picket fence pair of suburbanites, and that may make things difficult.

Foreign adoption is pretty much looking like the winner here.

Freaky friday

Go to starbucks, get latte, and try to order the 3 for 2 bucks vanilla mini scones...get 2. Grrrrr.. fine, way too cold to go back anyway.

Then off to get st mikes hospital card but then they tell me, contrary to the email, that I can get one from the ENT's office on arrival, which is dirty lies as far as I can tell, because the email says "bring one" not "we'll issue one." They also assume I'm coming in monday for surgery and no, it's a surgery CONSULT. Seriously what is with reading comprehension these days? ARG.

Meanwhile on the way to St mikes, the instant I stop I'm getting aggro panhandled, no lie, once in line at Tims, and I have NO cash on me. None, de nada, zip. I have debit and credit. I rarely ever carry cash anymore. It sounds snotty but I really hate being panhandled when I'm in a store, cafe or such. I leave without ordering because dude is trying to sell me a tims card. The staff stare as he drives off customers.

On to second cup and order a coffee and a choc. pecan tart. ( note: diet trainwreck day. oops) I get a lemon cranberry square instead. Owly and resigned to my fate that people will simply serve me what they think I want, not what I actually want, I snarf the thing and leave, but not before being panhandled AGAIN.

( I get it, it's fucking COLD out and I do give money but not to pushy panhandlers)

Eaton Center Maul is getting friday night clusterfucky so I spend a short time browsing, because I have time to kill, and looking for a few more items for my travel wardrobe, and find a couple shirts, score! no go on a mid length terry robe, or such, only those wee satin barely skim the bottom of your arse cheeks things....not so much use for me..Argg..

Off to the Lightbox where my husband's second home is, and dinner with him...they bring us the wrong coffees,...at which point its clear Toronto has some wacky case of the friday stupids and cannot brain, but this time the server clued in and went "Oh, ooops, sorry!" and corrected.

Caught the subway home, shared a car with 4 police officers who didn't arbitrarily arrest me or beat me up ( see, we can fucking do it) and on my way home.

( actually all my interactions with police here have been exceedingly polite and friendly, and heck one offered to take Sera on a ride along, because dog has a penchant for car rides and tried to hop in.) frankly, all the snittery over the g20 is tiresome, there's decent people on the force, alas, harper, and the old chief nt so much, for those fake/illegal orders and the clusterfuck, but police here very much I i don't think deserve the blanket bad rap any more than the corrupt gang of few in Vancouver are indicative of the Vancouver police as a whole.)

R has been toying with us doing a round the world trip next year, pick up some of the countries we havent seen yet. Granted, I kind of think adoption costs should be our main focus, but in some instances one flies to pick up said child in their origin country and we could in theory incorporate that in our roamings.

By a year from now I'll likely have savings from PT job/sales again and it may not be so insane. RTW isn't really that expensive, given R's salary/bonus, its cheaper than adoption, freakishly. Which is the only reason I haven't told him no, but at this point its all theoretical. Our life doesn't stop because we're waiting on ifs and maybes.

i'm going on the presumption that my carrying a pregnancy to term isn't going to happen, for whatever undiagnosable reason going. If its genetic error, its not with our specific genetics. If it's either of our contribution to the effort, no one knows because well, one cannot test for that so much. ( IVF pre implantation screening is an option, also hella expensive. Cheaper than adoption but lower success rate too.)

I sometimes lament that we don't have kids up for adoption like we used to, but that wouldn't matter much, the process in canada is so fucking bogged down with red tape that it takes a very long time and frankly, its pretty much a deterrent to potential adoptive parents. Screen, sure, but when it takes up to 4-8 years for adoption thru the province, something's deeply mcfucked.

So private might be our option, except we're not a christian picket fence pair of suburbanites, and that may make things difficult.

Foreign adoption is pretty much looking like the winner here.