Pinterest, Bowling, and Some Adoption Stuff

I've given up trying to come up with catchy titles. I don't have enough brain cells left or time to come up with them.

I'm still working on my blog. It's looking a little pixelated or some such nonsense, but since I have no clue what I'm doing it may just have to stay that way.

So I tweeted the other day (yesterday maybe??? or Thursday??? I can't remember and I'm too lazy to look) that I just couldn't get into Pinterest. I've been on since this summer, but it just seems like a black hole that sucks my time into an abyss of nothingness (yes, I'm being a little dramatic). My sister loves it, my cousin loves it, but I just can't seem to love it. I have found a couple recipes and Christmas decorating ideas that I'd like to try, and I've also used it to search for house plan ideas since we're thinking about building sometime in the foreseeable future. But I don't have very many pins at this point. I think I find it too overwhelming. Too much to look at. Too many choices. I don't like trying to wade through the irrelevant stuff to get to what's actually relevant to my life. I know I'm getting a little ahead of myself, but I do like the following idea for my front door for Christmas. Not entirely sure I can replicate it, but maybe I can get close.

(This idea is originally from a blog on HGTV. If you click on the picture it will take you to the original blog with lots of awesome ideas.)

Oh well, enough rambling about Pinterest.

Last night Anthony spent the night and we took the boys bowling. It was entertaining even though bowling isn't my favorite thing in the world. It makes my arm hurt, and the nearest bowling alley still allows people to smoke inside. If you want to smoke that's completely your business, but I really don't want to smoke with you. Thanks. Anyway, I felt so gross when we left, and I made everyone bathe with bleach when we got home. That's a joke . . . I hope you know that. I did make everyone scrub from head to toe. Bowling alley germs  . . .

After a while Andrew got sick tired of bowling and started dancing. His moves . . . well they're something. Lot's of finger pointing and hip shaking going on. He doesn't get that from me. Then Anthony busted out some dance moves of his own, and I decided that I'm never taking the boys in public again.

Everyone wants to know how the adoption is going, and all I can say is "it's going". As in we're registered, and we're waiting. It does seem like quite a few referrals have come through and quite a few families are traveling. I'm curious to see where the numbers are when the stats for 2011 are released sometime next year. I know they've increased but I'm not sure by how much. Until it's our turn, we'll just keep praying and waiting. God has the right little girl for us, and when it's the right time we'll bring her home. :)

Now I'm off to do my 800th load of laundry for the week. Seriously, who wears all these clothes???