Hendrix Lives!

Well it was ages ago now, but figured that it's about time I posted the only pic I have of the event so far, seeing as my brother has been very poor at sending me the rest of the (better quality) photos of the night.

The night in question was my Dad's Surprise 60th Fancy Dress party. G obviously is Mr Hendrix... complete with air filled inflatable guitar not shown, I was the blonde one from Abba, complete with white spangly outfit and big blonde wig!

My Dad was given his costume just before he left home, and he apparently still thought he was coming to my house for a birthday dinner! He was Henry VIII. Mum was Anne Boleyn, before the head incident!!

Special mention must go out to Andyroo who came as the Incredible Hulk, covered head to toes in green body paint, ripped shorts and not much else!!! He looked amazing and we were all a little green by the end of the night!

More pics to follow if James (one of the Ugly Sisters) ever gets his act in gear and sends them to me!!!

My Wonderful Husband

This week has been such a busy one so far. With one car between the two of us, while we still attempt to sort out a new car, and getting the rest of our money from the insurance company, we are spending time going back and forward more than normal.

I've been reading more and more about adoption and trying to maintain some calm at what I read. My weight seems to be the main issue in all of this and I am trying to maintain a very healthy diet while not panicing. That said, I read this week about the lengthly questioning that couples go through as part of the process. It seems to be much more indepth than I had previously thought. Whilst I feel confident about my ability to answer calmly any questions posed to me, I started worrying about G and how he would fare under pressure. Not that we have reached a decision yet on this but G has never really blossomed in the kind of environment where he feels under scruntiny.

We discussed it in bed one night this week. I laid it on thick about the questions they may ask, the time that it may take, and the stress he may feel. I was sad at the thought of another hurdle, but pleased after a discussion in the car earlier where he had said how much he was considering it. When asked that night,  if he could do it, put up with the questioning, remain calm, not feel like it was prying and too much, he simply replied "I'll do anything I have to, to make you happy."

Tears fell like rain.